The corpse qi surging all over his body, Ye Feng's eyes were full of blue light, and he threw a punch.

"Boom !!"

This punch is nearly 20,000 catties, and even if it is a small mountain, it will shake it.

However, what made Ye Feng frown was that this punch was swung out, as if it was entangled by an invisible force, as if it was hitting cotton.

"It's useless!" Xiang Zhuang had a smile on his face, "The power of artistic conception is invisible and invisible, and your substantive power cannot break the power of artistic conception at all." Little bastard, tell me your secrets, and I can give you a good time. Otherwise, I wouldn't mind arresting you and sending you to those lunatics in the Research Department! ”

"Since you have broken the power of artistic conception, then I will kill you!"

"Kill me?" Xiang Zhuang seemed to hear the funniest joke in the world, and bent down to laugh.

"Boom!"

Ye Feng's figure suddenly appeared beside Xiang Zhuang, and his fist swept across the afterimage.

"Little bastard, this is my artistic conception, do you think you can hurt me? It's ridiculous! Xiang Zhuangdi's figure sounded from all directions.

The huge blood-colored bat wings kept flickering, Ye Feng frowned and suspended in the air, helpless in his heart, even if he took the Poor Qi Essence Blood, his combat power increased by five hundred. But in the face of Xiang Zhuang, which has a combat strength of 2600, it is still not enough.

However, Ye Feng could also see that he couldn't break Xiang Zhuang's means, and with Xiang Zhuang's ability, it would be impossible to kill him for a while.

Just as Ye Feng guessed, Xiang Zhuang, who was integrated into the artistic conception, really did not have the certainty of killing Ye Feng with one blow.

Zombies are known as immortal beings, how can they be so easy to kill.

Moreover, Xiang Zhuang is not a Taoist priest, and there are almost no means to restrain zombies, so he can only trap Ye Feng with the power of artistic conception.

However, Xiang Zhuang will not sit still.

"Whoa!"

Suddenly, there was a sound of metal grinding.

Ye Feng suddenly turned around, looked at the rusty blood-colored spear that came from the horizontal stab, formed a palm in his right hand, replaced the knife with his hand, and met it fiercely.

"Bang!"

The blood-colored spear snapped in response.

However, the shattered blood-colored spear did not disappear, but turned into a roll of blood qi and surged towards him.

Ye Feng opened his mouth and directly swallowed the blood qi that came in, and bursts of muffled thunder sounded in his body, and corpse qi gushed out from his pores.

"Boom!"

At the same time, Ye Feng's figure moved, shooting towards the distance.

"I don't believe it, your artistic conception is boundless!"

"Do you want to escape?"

Xiang Zhuang's figure appeared in mid-air, staring indifferently at Ye Feng, who had turned into an afterimage.

With a sneer on the corner of his mouth, Xiang Zhuang took a deep breath, his hands reached out, and a roll of blood-colored internal force continued to flow between his ten fingers.

Gradually, Xiang Zhuang's momentum became cold.

"Boom!"

Ye Feng, who was in the grazing shot, suddenly stopped, and looked up at the top of his head.

Strange lightning flashed in the blood-colored sky, and a huge vortex seemed to devour everything, and a spear made of blood-colored jade slowly poked out of the whirlpool.

"Dead God!!

Xiang Zhuang's shouts echoed in all directions, rolling like thunder.

"Boom !!"

The blood spear that slowly poked out from the whirlpool, like a falling star, stabbed straight towards Ye Feng.

Ye Feng's face sank, this blood gun brought him a fatal sense of crisis.

Under this gun, it is as if everything in the world is an ant, and everything will be annihilated.

Xiang Zhuang's face was slightly pale, looking at the blood spear falling from the sky, and said calmly: "Little bastard, if you die under my Xiang family's peerlessness, you should also be blind." Hmph, but even if you die, I'll take your wreckage for research! ”

"Green !!"

"Qiang Qiang !!"

Brilliant cold light rose from behind Ye Feng, and the nine hundred and ninety flying knives were connected end to end, like a long whip, fiercely pumping towards the blood spear that fell from the sky.

"Buzz!"

The blood spear radiated brightly, swallowing strange ripples of energy.

"Boom!"

Before they could touch the blood spear, the nine hundred and ninety throwing knives seemed to have received a heavy blow, shattering and shooting in all directions.

Ye Feng's blue eyes were filled with a cold light, and his white fangs were exposed, and he roared, "Chaoyang!! ”

"!!"

The flying knives that flew in all directions were suddenly ignited, and the flames rolled up, as if they were about to melt the flying knives.

"What kind of martial arts is this?"

A look of surprise appeared on Xiang Zhuang's face, looking at the flying knife that condensed again in the distance, the flying knife whose handle was covered by flames, seemed to turn into a round of blazing sun.

One of the three major killer moves of Wanlun is Chaoyang.

This move has a great load on the flying knives, and after this move, the nine hundred and ninety throwing knives must be kept warm for a period of time, otherwise they will completely collapse.

"Boom !!"

It was as if the sun was rising, and endless firelight splashed in all directions.

Hit the blood gun hard!

The two collided, and the violent explosion ripples swept in all directions, and the entire artistic conception shook.

"Poof!"

A wisp of blood spilled from the corner of Xiang Zhuang's mouth.

"Damn, you've hurt my mood!" Xiang Zhuang clenched his fists, "Little bastard, today, I must cut you with a thousand knives." ”

Ye Feng turned around suddenly, his eyes flashed with a cold light, staring at Xiang Zhuang who was suspended in the air in the distance with a hideous face, "Return to the ruins!! ”

Ten thousand rounds of slashing the last killer move.

"Boom!"

The sun above Ye Feng's head suddenly cracked, dust returned to dust, and soil returned to earth!

Looking at the blazing sun, Xiang Zhuang felt a sense of foreboding in his heart, as if he was being targeted by a fierce beast.

"He actually made me feel a sense of crisis? How is this possible? "From beginning to end, even if Ye Feng was struggling, Xiang Zhuang didn't think that he would be in danger.

But now, Xiang Zhuang's instinct told him that he had to leave immediately.

Suddenly, a puff of metal scraps appeared around Xiang Zhuang.

"What is this?"

Layers of metal powder kept falling, Xiang Zhuang's pupils contracted suddenly, and the rolling internal force rolled out as if he didn't want money.

Every grain of metal powder has a terrifying power, like an indestructible sword.

"Qiang Qiang !!!"

In mid-air, Xiang Zhuang was covered by rounds of sparks, and the dense and innumerable metal powder swept him in all directions.

Ye Feng's eyes were indifferent, and the corpse qi that was as black as ink gushed out.

"Wind Yama !!"

"Buzz!"

In a trance, the scene in front of Xiang Zhuang's eyes changed.

"Damn, it's the illusion again!"

Looking at the apocalyptic picture that appeared around him, Xiang Zhuang's face changed greatly.

The heavens shake, and the stars fall.

Ten strange figures walked out of the stars.

These ten figures are the ten painting souls, and as the Nightmare Pupils continue to transform, they have completely merged with the Wind Yan Domain.

Ye Feng seemed to be able to pierce through the sparks that were swirling around Xiang Zhuang, and his lips moved slightly, "Kill...... Wasteland! ”

"Buzz!"

Feiyi's mother knife suddenly turned into an afterimage, stabbing towards Xiang Zhuang's eyebrows.

"Poof!"

Blood sprayed, and Xiang Zhuang's eyebrows were broken open by the mother knife.

"Little bastard, you damn !!"

As the mother knife pierced, Xiang Zhuang instantly broke free from the Wind Yan Domain, his eyes were full of anger and serenity, like a tiger that had been subjected.