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After a few breaths.

Ye Feng's figure appeared outside the Martial Palace.

Before the Martial Palace, there were countless martial artists gathered at this moment, and their eyes were focused on the door of the Martial Palace, because today was the day when Ye Feng's Martial Palace's enlightenment ended.

The Nether Sword released a sound of wind, and it was here to take away Ye Feng's two arms, so at this moment, there were many martial artists who watched the excitement.

Before, there was a pavilion elder in the Martial Hall to stop him, but there was no one here, so although Ye Feng would not die today, he would definitely be hit hard today.

The Netherworld said that he would abolish his two arms today, and someone would take his life, otherwise, the Netherworld would have already issued a war post to Ye Feng, and he would not die!

The Netherworld's expression moved, and he suddenly raised his head, looking outside the martial hall, the gradually clear figure, the familiar figure, made his face appear with coldness.

"It's Ye Feng!"

"Ye Feng has appeared!"

In this vast world, there were exclamations, and those crowds hurriedly raised their heads, and their eyes converged on the figures outside the Martial Palace.

"Miscellaneous, it's finally coming out, I've been waiting for a long time, let's see who will protect you today!"

"What a big battle, Nether, are you here to send him to death!" A faint smile converged, and a chill emerged, this Netherworld has repeatedly provoked, but today, he is waiting for himself here, it seems that he wants to abolish his mood, and he can't wait, in this case, then why should he keep his hand.

"Jie Ji, he is really a fool who has no self-knowledge, and he doesn't know how thick the sky is. Netherworld said sarcastically.

In the martial arts academy, there are many geniuses, but there are few people who dare to easily offend the Xuan Gang.

This kind of person is looking for death!

Stupidity, ignorance!

"Self-knowledge? I don't know who it's talking about. Ye Feng smiled faintly, his smile full of mockery.

"Ye Feng, you are so pathetic, you have a choice, but you are on the opposite side of the Xuan Gang, so you will never have a chance today. Netherworld's gaze slowly condensed, falling on Ye Feng's body, and the corners of his mouth were boiling with cold killing intent, as if at this moment, Ye Feng was fish and meat, and he was allowed to slaughter the Netherworld at will!

His eyes were indifferent, this time, Ye Feng had no words, and stood proudly, as if all this, in his eyes, was insignificant.

"Kill!"

Immediately, Netherworld stepped out, and suddenly, a pitch-black flame appeared under his feet, and with the appearance of that flame, his body instantly appeared in front of Ye Feng.

His whole person was swirling, a layer of blazing, dark flames, dark and deep, but at the same time extremely domineering, and his palms turned into pitch black, swirling with the power of the domineering flames.

At this moment, it was not the palm of the hand, but a piece of flame that burned the plain, the Nether Fire!

Everywhere he passed, the flames opened the way, and in the void, a pitch-black flame giant hand appeared, dazzling and cold.

Exactly, Nether Hand!

The Netherworld Hand condensed, roaring like a raging wind, and immediately blasted towards Ye Feng.

The Hand of the Netherworld, from the Nine Shadows, seduces the soul and kills the soul!

Everything happens in an instant.

And confined to this netherworld hand, Ye Feng was still indifferent, as if he didn't see it, under the gaze of countless eyes, he held his palm, and in the void, suddenly thunder resounded, in this silent and clear world, making everyone's hearts shake.

Thunder on a sunny day? What's going on!

Thundered!

The thunder descended, condensing on Ye Feng's fist, and a dazzling silver thunder fist condensed, directly bombarding towards the hand of the Netherworld.

Rumble!

The furious aura filled the void, and the hand of the Netherworld shattered, and the cold and domineering Netherfire suddenly became extremely dim as if it had met a nemesis.

Thunder, mighty and brilliant, is the nemesis of all cold power.

Netherworld's face changed suddenly, his body retreated, the terrifying thunder made his body numb, and his whole body actually had a thunder spread, just now, as soon as he came into contact, the terrifying thunder power spread upward.

The spiritual power flooded, dispelling the power of the thunder, and the numb feeling disappeared in an instant, but above his arm, it was scorched black, and Ye Feng, bathed in thunder, stood in place, and his cold eyes appeared with a mockery, so conspicuous in this silent world.

"Nether, it's really sad that you have this bit of strength!" Ye Feng's mouth spit out a voice, making Nether's hideous face very ugly.

The original words were returned, this face crackled, just now, the Netherworld was unstoppable, saying that Ye Feng was pathetic, and it was the fish and meat that he slaughtered at will.

And it turned out that all this was nothing more than a joke.

What could be more convincing than a fist!

"The realm of the Divine Pill!" "The artistic conception of thunder!"

Netherworld said word by word, as soon as he came into contact, he knew that at this moment, Ye Feng not only comprehended the artistic conception of thunder, but also stepped into the realm of the divine pill.

At this moment, Ye Feng is no longer the past, and he is not an existence that he will crush at will.

Three days, be impressed!

The period of January is so short, but compared to Ye Feng before January, it is a world of difference!

The crowd was surprised, looking at Ye Feng, who was bathed in thunder, and a low voice came out of their mouths.

"We, we all underestimate him!"

A punch came out and blasted back the Netherworld, although there was a Netherworld's carelessness, but this didn't show that Ye Feng's strength was stronger than they imagined.

Many of them knew that in the battle before January, although Ye Feng entered the Martial Hall to comprehend the power of artistic conception, but the time of one month was too short, even in a cultivation holy place like the Martial Palace, although there was some progress, it was unlikely to reach the point of competing with the Netherworld.

However, they were all wrong, reality slapped them hard, this may be an earth-shattering battle.

The more this is the case, the more excited they are, the one-sided battle, what is so beautiful, only this kind of evenly matched big war is what they want to see.

"Yes, I don't see you in January, when you look at each other, it's interesting, it's cool to kill like this, otherwise, you're too weak, what's the point!" said Netherworld compassionately.

If I were you, turn around and leave, so it's not shameful, wait a minute, there's nothing, you know what is pathetic and ridiculous. Ye Feng shook his head and said lightly.

He couldn't see that the ghost at this moment was very angry in his heart, and he just said this in order to protect his face.

Originally, in his heart, Ye Feng was not an enemy, and he knocked down Ye Feng with a direct punch, thus showing his strength and pride, but the truth was beyond his expectations.