After the smoke and dust, I saw Yang Ming floating in the air, his body was surging, and he was in turmoil.

Not only that, hundreds of spinning wind blades were still strangling Yang Ming's arm, and blood marks appeared, and bright red blood dripped from the scars, slightly hideous.

"Bastard, give me death!"

Chen Feng sprang up violently, his arms were wrapped around two cyan wind blade vortices, looking like he was controlling a storm, and his momentum was quite terrifying.

It's another one-hit kill, and it's so fast that it's almost impossible for ordinary people to dodge!

Although Yang Ming reacted, the blow just now made himself turbulent, and his arms were also cut by the mortal blade, so he could only resist with his cross arms.

This blow slammed into Yang Ming's body firmly, and the concussive energy made Yang Ming boom and retreat, drawing a deep trace on the ring, until the edge of the ring barely stopped.

Both arms were stained red with blood, and although the wind blade was shattered, the wounds were too heavy at this moment.

"Heh, how could I let you go down so easily!" Chen Feng sneered, turning his fist into a claw, and slashed out like a blast of wind.

In the face of this terrifying blow, Yang Ming could only dodge and try his best to roll to the other side of the ring.

Even so, there was a deep blood mark on the shoulder.

"Come on, Boss Chen Feng!

"This waste still dares to be presumptuous, teach them a hard lesson for us!"

Those Spirit Pool Realm disciples shouted for Chen Feng, and they kept booing Yang Ming.

The two of them were in a stalemate just now, and they didn't have much to say. Now that Chen Feng has the upper hand, he is naturally tough enough.

Suddenly, a mid-air voice overshadowed them.

"Come on, old Yang, blow him up! Come on!"

I saw Kong Jie shouting this, his voice was very loud, and the voices of the other disciples were overshadowed.

There were shouts on both sides, voices drowning out one at a time.

Senior Brother Liu shook his head: "Although the little disciple you value has enough physical strength, Chen Feng's true yuan is much stronger, once he urges the battle skills and treasure arts, it will be difficult for him to resist." ”

"Don't worry, this is just the beginning, keep reading. Qin Xuan's good-looking eyebrows and eyes were slightly worried, but his words still supported Yang Ming.

"I'm not going to let you go down like this, I said I'm going to break all your limbs!"

Chen Feng smiled fiercely, the wind retracted, and turned his fist into a claw with one hand, killing like a blast.

In the face of this terrifying blow, Yang Ming could only dodge and try his best to roll to the other side of the ring.

Even so, there was a deep blood mark on his shoulder, which looked even more terrifying.

"Boy, I'll let you know what hell is!" Chen Feng's eyes flashed with a cruel look, and his fists were condensed by strong wind. With the power of insurrection.

The fists were like a gust of wind, extremely fast, overwhelming, and very ferocious.

Yang Ming could only keep resisting, with his cross arms, sideways, and elbows...... But it can only barely resist, and it is difficult to parry.

"Wasn't it arrogant just now? It's not good now, ah!" Chen Feng's expression was hideous, and one blow was stronger than the other.

The two sides kept colliding with each other, and each blow was like a boulder impact, and the dark sound of the heavy object colliding.

Like a gale, fighting every second, the momentum is huge, and all kinds of dark sounds are alarming, which is extremely terrifying.

Kong Jie clenched his fists underneath, looking very nervous.

"Give Me !! Death"

Chen Feng roared, and the Wind Whirlwind Shattering Tablet Fist was urged again, and the terrifying power suddenly exploded.

Two whirlwinds came to strangle Yang Ming directly, and they wanted to strangle Yang Ming directly to death!

The wind blades danced wildly, constantly turbulent, and the figures in them could not be seen clearly.

"Heh" Yang Ming's slightly mocking voice sounded: "That's all you can do?"

Chen Feng was shocked, and hurriedly bombarded again, but he couldn't find the target at all.

"You and I, don't you have a true yuan!"

The crimson True Yuan erupted, fused with the qi and blood, and the power of the flesh erupted! Yang Ming's eyes were red, like the brutal blood qi of a fierce beast erupting at this time, extremely terrifying!

With the momentum of impacting the heavens and the earth, the strength at this moment suddenly more than doubled, extremely powerful!

In fact, Yang Ming's physical strength was still at the level of its infancy, and in the eyes of mortals, the power of one punch was already an extremely terrifying existence, but in the eyes of physical cultivation, it was only just beginning. There are still blocked places for the operation of the breath in the body, and the meridians are not smooth enough. Therefore, under the operation of Zhenyuan, the strength will skyrocket!

Of course, once the physical exercise reaches a high level, then the operation of the true element is a simple blessing, and there is no additional effect.

"Kill!"

Suddenly, more than a dozen fist shadows appeared, and each punch was extremely powerful!

Chen Feng's pupils dilated, looking incredulous.

Boom Boom!

More than a dozen fist shadows bombarded one after another, directly breaking up Chen Feng's two vortices, and then the terrifying heavy punch slammed into Chen Feng's body, making him vomit blood!

"That's a hundred split fists! How is it possible, it's only been a few days!"

"No! this guy has definitely practiced Hundred Split Fist before. He couldn't have realized it so quickly!"

The disciples below exclaimed, they didn't believe that Yang Ming, who had taught the Hundred Split Fist just a few days ago, could be effective, unbelievable!

"Hahaha, this guy is going to be called by his crying father now!" Kong Jie laughed.

"I don't believe it, give me death!" Chen Feng roared, the spiritual pool in his body exploded to the fullest, and the cyan true yuan was released around his body, urging all kinds of spells in a row!

Aura Finger!

Winged Serpent Treasure!

Like a flying sword-like cyan rainbow appeared, the breath was pervasive, the sky was boundless, with a terrifying power that penetrated the mountain peaks!

At the same time, many bone inscriptions appeared, one by one, crystal bright, with mysterious power, blended into a cyan giant snake with wings on its back and sharp fangs in the air!

It is more than ten meters long, and pieces of snake scales are clearly visible. The wings cover the sky, the cyan aura is pervasive, and the momentum is amazing!

This Winged Serpent Treasure Technique is not a complete treasure art, but its power should not be underestimated.

"Break it for me!" Yang Ming punched out, and his extremely strong qi and blood overwhelmed the entire ring!

At this moment, the strength of one punch has reached thirty or forty thousand catties, which is almost an unattainable level for the Spirit Pool Realm!

With one punch, the cyan rainbow exploded directly, and the green rainbow turned into a lot of turbulence and dissipated.

Immediately after that, more than a dozen fist shadows appeared, and the Hundred Split Fist at this moment was even more terrifying than before! The powerful fist power bombarded the winged snake, and in the bursts of wails of the winged snake, it was directly scattered, turned into countless bone inscriptions, and then exploded with a bang.

Yang Ming's cross arm blocked Chen Feng's sneak attack, and then he took a breath and reflexively bombarded and killed.

The tide of battle reversed, and this time he was defeated and retreated, and he suddenly became Chen Feng!

"Damn, how can his physical strength be so strong!" Chen Feng scolded in his heart.

He felt that Yang Ming was like a statue made of gold and iron, no matter how he beat it, he couldn't break it. And every punch he throws is powerful and unstoppable.

Yang Ming seized the opportunity, the fierce light flashed in his eyes, and he slammed a punch into his chest!

The blood is mighty, the churning explodes, and the terrifying power blooms!

This punch slammed Chen Feng to the ground, his body smashed to the ground, and the stone slabs in the ring shook out cracks!

"How is it possible!" Chen Feng was bleeding from the corners of his mouth, his eyes showed disbelief, and he wanted to struggle to get up.

"Heh!" Yang Ming appeared on his body, his arms were stained with blood, and the whole person looked more and more hideous, and then raised his slap

"You said that a slap can't make a sound, so why does this slap make it so loud in your face!"

Syllable!

A crisp voice sounded, and at the same time, a figure was directly fanned under the ring!