The words did not fall, but seeing that Weng Chai shook his whole body, his whole body was filled with a rich black gas again, turning into a black whirlwind and rushing towards Wu Feng, Wu Feng was sad in his heart at the moment, and he tried his best to release the evil things in the big coffin, but he only completed half of the steps, and then Weng Chai came over and fought head-to-head, Wu Feng was not sure of winning against him at all, but Wu Feng would never be able to do such a thing, no matter what, He Wu Feng is also the true disciple of the ancestor of Maoshan, even if he dies, he must die a heroic death, he cannot be looked down upon, and he cannot embarrass the grandfather.

Thinking of this, Wu Feng gritted his teeth, but also ruthlessly, a murderous aura flashed in his eyes, and after taking a deep breath, he urged the true qi in the dantian, spread throughout his body, roared, and rushed over to Weng Chai to kill, the corpse ruler in his hand seemed to also feel the murderous aura on Wu Feng's body, and a layer of white light was emitted, and there was purple electricity flowing in the ruler body again.

In an instant, the two people collided together, fists and feet, the fight was in full swing, both of them used all their strength, not daring to be sloppy at all, that Weng Chai was full of black gas, between his gestures, there was a black gas flashing from Wu Feng's side, once this black gas touched Wu Feng's body, there would be a yin and evil qi to erode into the flesh and blood, the taste was naturally uncomfortable, it was really dangerous, however, Wu Feng was not easy to get along, once he made a desperate posture, the Dao Dao fist wind palm shadow became a piece, Blocking his body like an iron bucket, he didn't know how many sinister ghosts he had dodged after a while.

Stayed in the half-cave of the Broken Soul Cliff for more than a year, Wu Feng's special cultivation is this feminine palm, and after the adjustment of various fierce medicines by the ancestor and grandfather, Wu Feng is better than the cultivation of ordinary cultivators for more than ten years or even decades, once he exerts his full strength, it is naturally full of power, and the fist wind is full of murderous aura, without touching the body of Weng Chai, the black gas on Weng Chai's body is shaking, if it is a palm, it falls on the body of that Weng Chai, not to mention the weight of a thousand catties, even if that Weng Chai is powerful, It is inevitable that a mouthful of old blood will be spurted out.

Two people add their fists and feet, every move and every style is a killing move, directly take each other's lives, the fight is more and more intense, the movements of the two people are extremely fast, ordinary people can't see how they make a move, what can be seen is only a piece of palm shadow and leg shadow, dazzling, the whole tomb was beaten, on the solid and heavy tomb wall, directly by these two people out of one deep pit after another, for a time dusty, feeling that the entire tomb is shaking slightly.

Weng Chai absorbed too much yin and evil spirit, the more he fought, the more fierce he became, and his strength seemed to never run out, but Wu Feng was young after all, and he had not been tempered too much, and in such a high-intensity and tense fight, a lot of cold sweat had already appeared on his head, and he had also suffered a lot of punches and kicks on his body, and a thin blood line had flowed out from the corner of his mouth, all supported by a mouthful of blood, gritting his teeth and strengthening, so it was another fight, Weng Chai has been at ease, but Wu Feng's movements have become a little sluggish.

While fighting, inadvertently, Weng Chai glanced behind Wu Feng, and suddenly saw Qingfeng Dao Chang and Zhou Ming lying in another tomb, and the corners of his mouth suddenly swayed a sly smile.