At this moment, Hong Zijing, the leader of the Hong Sect, was still rising, his voice was as powerful as a bull, as if he could pierce the sky
On the contrary, Ye Feng's body swayed and his face was as pale as paper, and he could fall down at any time.
In an instant, Hong Zijing's momentum completely suppressed Ye Feng.
Gu Man covered his small mouth, his pretty face was full of panic, his snow-white and straight long legs were constantly rubbing, and he had goose bumps all over his body, and a drop of sweat oozed out of his forehead, making him feel like he was falling into an ice cellar.
"Will this man die?"
When Gu Man thought of this possibility, his heart was filled with sorrow. Looking at Ye Feng who was still standing like an old pine, he felt the greatest fear.
"Didn't you say you're very powerful, how could you fall here?" Gu Man sniffed, his palm covered in sweat.
"Don't die," Gu Man kept praying.
The leader of the Qing Gang gang, Xiao Feng, also breathed extremely rapidly at this moment, and then he showed a vicious smile.
What he hopes most is that Hong Zijing, the leader of the Hong Sect, and Ye Feng dies together. At that time, he should integrate the power of the Hong Sect and the Chinese Night Scenery.
"Go to die for me"
Xiao Feng's face gradually became ferocious, and his restrained aura rose to the extreme.
As long as Hong Zijing and Ye Feng decide the winner, no matter who wins, he will take action immediately and completely kill the opponent with thunder.
In this way, no one can stop his kingly turmoil
On the other side.
The Huawu Organization's Zhuque guardian Mo Qingyan and the White Tiger guardian of the King of Hell became extremely ugly and their bodies were tense.
They would never have thought that such a shocking change would happen when Ye Feng was about to win this battle.
"When the art of tracing back time, how long can it last, does it have any fatal flaws?" The King of Hell's expression was extremely solemn, and his voice was cold and low.
Mo Qingyan shook his head and said in a deep voice, "This is a taboo technique. Logically, no one can practice successfully. Once the practice is completed, it can ensure the peak state within at least half an hour, and then continue to weaken until it is destroyed.
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"Let Ye Feng admit defeat, keep the green mountains without fear of burning fire. Then we will take action together, at least we can save Ye Feng's life. Ye Feng cannot die now." The King of Hell's face was extremely serious.
Once Ye Feng dies,
The Chinese swordsmanship, which was expected to see the light again, will fall into a long night. Hope will not exist, and the hard-won calm of the Chinese night will become turbulent again.
This is simply unbearable for the current situation in China.
"He won't admit defeat."
Mo Qingyan clenched his fists, she understood the man Ye Feng.
Before obtaining the Black Ice Bead, no matter how powerful the enemy is, he will fight until there is only the last drop of blood left.
not to mention,
This man's pride will never allow him to admit defeat.
"Are we just watching Ye Feng die now Hong Zijing, who is not even your opponent?" The King of Hell's voice suddenly increased.
"If things come to the last step, let our people take action together and interrupt the battle between Ye Feng and Hong Zijing, even if the reputation of the Huawu Organization will be questioned, even if it will cause China to fall into long-term chaos, it will be a waste of time.
As you said, Ye Feng cannot die, he is the hope of Chinese martial arts and an indispensable person for the revival of China."
Mo Qingyan's expression became firm. Even if she died, she would save Ye Feng's life.
"I see"
The King of Hell nodded solemnly, and he already agreed with Mo Qingyan's judgment.
China now lacks them, but Ye Feng is indispensable.
"Grandpa, please stop Mr. Ye, don't fight again." Zhao Shuangyan's eyes were red. She was really afraid of seeing Ye Feng die.
“Can’t stop.”
Mr. Zhao's body was trembling as he stood up, and his old face was filled with deep worries, but he understood that this was a battle belonging to Ye Feng and outsiders could not interfere.
Moreover, if outsiders forcefully interrupt this duel, it will definitely leave a shadow on Ye Feng's heart.
This impact is bound to be fatal, and may lead to Ye Feng's lifelong martial arts being unable to improve.
"Now, I can only pray that Ye Feng can hold on to this half hour. After half an hour, everything will be different." Old Master Zhao stared at Ye Feng with his eyes tightly, his heartbeat continued to accelerate.
Boom boom boom boom boom boom boom
The space around Hong Zijing was constantly distorting, and he finally raised all his strength to the extreme.
This battle,
It's time to end
"Young Master Ye, do you regret being an enemy of me now, but I am still willing to give you a chance to hand over Tang Yanqi to me. I can only destroy your martial arts and save your life." Hong Zijing's mouth raised up, cold
Cold road.
"I, Ye Feng, have never regretted it. In addition, you are sure that you can win the power to use secret techniques to force it to improve. After all, it is not yours." Ye Feng took a deep breath, stood up, and looked at this time
At his peak, Hong Zijing was still fearless and still full of fighting spirit.
No matter who your opponent is, no matter how powerful your opponent is.
It's nothing more than a battle
"Hahahahahaha, Mr. Ye has such a great courage. No wonder the sword master Zhuo Yuhuan will choose you as his successor. Zhuo Yuhuan's eyes are good at this, but what he didn't expect was that you will go with him soon.
There is no place to die”
Hong Zijing's eyes sank, and he didn't want to talk nonsense with Ye Feng anymore. His figure flashed, and he exerted his speed, rushing straight towards Ye Feng.
Hong Zijing was extremely fast and had a strange figure. Before everyone could react, he had already arrived in front of Ye Feng.
A bang
Ye Feng and Hong Zijing collided together
Click
Ye Feng's ribs were broken several times, and the blood stains on his body looked even more red.
Hong Zijing was indeed terrifying at this moment, and his physical strength could be compared with Ye Feng in his heyday.
Ye Feng took more than ten steps back to stabilize his body, ignoring the injuries on his body, and the fighting spirit in his pupils rose up like a madman and as if he were crazy and devils, he took the initiative to rush towards Hong Zijing.
"Mr. Ye, I admire your courage, but sometimes you can't win with just one passionate heart." Hong Zijing grinned, clenched his fists, and also rushed towards Ye Feng.
Bang bang bang bang
The two fought together in the air, and blood stains sprinkled across the sky.
"Young Master Ye, you deserve to die." Hong Zijing's three flower pupils condensed, and captured Ye Feng's omission. His body was pressed against Ye Feng, and he punched Ye Feng in a terrifying way.
After being punched by Hong Zijing, Ye Feng groaned, instead of retreating, and burst out with fearful combat power. Facing the wind blades swung by Hong Zijing, he slapped Hong Zijing with a palm.
"Looking for Death" Hong Zijing raised his arm and waved his palm.
boom
Ye Feng's bones made a crackling sound, his body fell down, and his body became more swaying, but he never fell down.