Chapter Eighty-Nine: Vulnerable?

Feng Yi never thought that someone would dare to kill the monks of Qingyangmen so unscrupulously and openly, according to his experience, others were polite and flattering when they walked there before, they Qingyangmen are the uncle, but now, since someone is riding on them to, the contrast in his heart is naturally great, and anger is also a matter of course.

However, when he was distracted by the death of his two fellow disciples, a dark shadow had already attacked him with a thunderous force.

"You are the first person to challenge the authority of my Qingyang Sect, and the last, today, I, Feng, will let you be buried here, kill!"

Feng Yi looked at Yang Chen, who was flying forward, and since he wanted to take off his head directly, he felt that he had been insulted and despised. So he is murderous and hateful. A faint sword light flew out from Yang Chen's blade and slashed towards Feng Yi.

Hum!

Feng Yi snorted coldly, waved his big hand, and a palm shadow appeared out of thin air, sweeping towards Yang Chen's sword with one palm.

Yang Chen's attack seemed fragile in front of his palm shadow, shattering in response. Feng Yi's palm shadow continued to sweep towards Yang Chen, and at the same time, he jumped up like a great peng spreading his wings. When Yang Chen saw the palm shadow coming, he didn't panic, and swung his sword with great difficulty, his face was already a little pale.

This change was naturally captured by Feng Yi, but he naturally did not take it lightly, but went all out, jumped into the air, he was condescending, looked at Yang Chen, and said coldly:

"This is the fate of offending my Qingyangmen, die!"

As he spoke, several huge palm prints fell from the sky, and the speed and power were so fast that many monks were amazed.

"Feng Yi deserves to be the first master of Qingyangmen, and this strength is indeed deserved. ”

"It looks like that kid is in danger this time!"

Anyway, this kid is going to die today. ”

"But then the things on this kid will ......"

"Let's see!"

Because the speed of the huge palm print was too fast, the waves of qi set off swept through the dust, and Yang Chen also felt a huge sense of oppression, there was a trace of solemnity in the depths of his eyes, and a rare shock appeared on his face.

Yang Chen sighed lightly, his feet were slightly apart, he stabilized his plate, and held the sword with both hands.

Brush Brush ......

Yang Chen swung out a few sword rays in a row, and struck at those huge palm prints.

Yang Chen's several faint sword rays all hit the same place as the palm print. Boom, boom, boom, after a violent impact, a crack finally appeared in the palm print.

Scold!

Yang Chen let out a long roar, seized the opportunity, held the sword in both hands, and with a touch of heaven, a condensed sword light hit the crack again.

Rumble!

The giant palm was afraid of the top of Yang Chen's head, and Yang Chen was drowned in the shattered light.

"That kid is really invincible!"

"Feng Yi really lives up to his reputation!"

"That kid was defeated. ”

"Sure enough, it's still overconsumed, and it's been killed so easily. ”

"Master, you can't be so bad, can you?"

The golden rat looked at the smoky platform and muttered to himself, but there was not much worry on his face.

The two monks of the ninth layer of qi refining next to the golden rat were a little uncertain and publicized around, and now if he accidentally stood in the wrong team, his life would definitely have to be explained here, so it was normal to hesitate, naturally, the golden rat also found out about this situation, but he pretended not to see it, and he didn't bother to break it.

Everyone waited for the dust and smoke to dissipate and see the final result, Feng Yi fell down and stood aside in a dashing manner, but after his divine sense was released to check the situation in the smoke, his brows furrowed, because he felt that although Yang Chen's aura there fluctuated, he was never fatally injured.

The breeze suddenly rose, the dust dispersed, and the scene of Yang Chen, who was hoped for by everyone on the platform, was photographed as a pool of blood and water, and some were just panting on one knee on the ground, sweating profusely, his face was pale, a trace of red flowed from the corners of his mouth, his eyes were a little flickering, his hair was a little messy, and he looked extremely embarrassed.

"Looks like you're not that strong!"

Yang Chen tried to calm down the spiritual power in his body, and cracked his teeth smiled at Feng Yi.

Feng Yi looked at Yang Chen's appearance, smiled contemptuously, and said loudly:

"Feng never felt how strong he was, but it was enough to deal with you!"

Feng Yi said that he was going to wave his hand again, and an equally condensed palm print flew towards Yang Chen with a roar.

Scold!

Yang Chen let out a low roar, and also stabbed the platform under his feet with both swords, although the platform was very hard and could not be pierced at all, Yang Chen's purpose was to use the balance of the sword body to create a barrier to block Feng Yi's attack.

The aura swirled, and a barrier had just extended from the sword body, and before it could be stabilized in a hurry, Feng Yi's attack had already arrived.

Rumble!

A bang!

Yes!

A scream!

A figure flew upside down from the brilliance of the sky, and Feng Yi's blow brought great damage to Yang Chen.

Yang Chen fell to the ground so heavily that a mouthful of reverse blood sprayed on the ground, Yang Chen looked at Feng Yi unwillingly, and said angrily:

"If it weren't for Lao Tzu's excessive consumption, with you, the turtle three, you would also want to defeat me!"

"Hey, hey, hey..."

Feng Yi didn't refute, but slowly walked towards Yang Chen with a sneer, the viciousness in his eyes was undisguised.