Chapter Forty-Eight: Battle Martial Spirit (II).

This is a red-faced and white-haired old man, wearing a black robe that is windless and automatic under the amazing fluctuation of Yuan Force, and the green Yuan Force circulates in circles on the palm of his hand, and seven green martial arts rings clearly appear at the feet of the old man one by one, I saw him glaring at Mu Chen angrily, and said coldly: "Little guy, it's just that you hurt so many guards in my cold city, and you even dare to be ruthless to my eldest young master, it's not a small bold!"

Mu Chen frowned, the strength of this old man is already very clear, the seven-ring martial spirit, with his current strength, even a one-ring martial spirit can slap himself into a serious injury, fortunately, the old man did not use all his strength, otherwise he would definitely not just vomit blood.

"Feng Bo!" Han Jun saw the old man in black's expression change, and his face was full of grievances, "If you come one step later, Jun'er will never see you again." ”

The old man known as Feng Bo snorted lightly: "Bastard, I usually tell you to cultivate hard, but you don't listen, if you pay a little attention, why don't you fall into the way you are now." ”

The old man known as Feng Bo glanced at Han Jun, saw the grievances on his face, and sighed secretly in his heart, Hancheng is the only big city in this snowy region, so to speak, here Hancheng is like some medium-sized empires in the mainland, and the power is monstrous.

And the young man named Han Jun in front of him is the eldest son of Han Batian, the lord of Hancheng City, and his talent is not ordinarily good, even better than some talented genius martial artists, but Han Jun has hated cultivation since he was a child, but he is particularly fond of women, and whenever he has time, he will go to those romantic places to do some deceitful things. But even so, he had reached the realm of the Second Ring Great Martial Master at the age of sixteen, and it was conceivable that if he devoted himself to cultivation, he would definitely have to be the first day in Cold City.

Just now, a vassal family of Cold City found him and told him that Han Jun was in trouble in Tianxiang Pavilion in Frost Town, so he hurried over, fortunately, Frost Town is a small town in Cold City, only a quarter of an hour away from him, if he is a little farther, it is estimated that he will not be able to save it.

Hearing Feng Bo's reprimand, Han Jun lowered his head like a good baby, not daring to look directly, seeing Han Jun like this, the old man known as Feng Bo's eyes softened again, turned his head and glared at Mu Chen, and said: "I don't care what your origin is, and no matter what reason you injured the guards of my Han family, you dare to be so arrogant when you come to my Han family's territory, you are the first, I, Han Yifeng, will come to see today, what qualifications do you have to be so arrogant." ”

Hearing this, Mu Chen couldn't help but chuckle, wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, and said, "Hehe... Am I arrogant? Okay, I'm arrogant, what can you do?"

Mu Chen said just now, with the power, he will never let anyone trample on his dignity again, since you say that I am arrogant, I will be arrogant to show you.

"Okay!Okay!Okay!You're really bold, Youyan Palm!" After saying three good words in a row, Han Yifeng turned into a palm with one hand, and the majestic Yuan Force condensed a huge palm print burning with green flames above his wrist, the palm print was half a meter long, accumulated for a moment, and slapped it towards Mu Chen.

This palm print was very ferocious, mixed with a burst of scorching breath and smashed down against Mu Chen, Mu Chen's expression was extremely nervous, this was the first time he faced a frontal attack from a martial spirit powerhouse, and he was also a seven-ring martial spirit powerhouse, he had to resist with all his strength.

"Ethereal!"

"Sting..."

A light sound of thunder and lightning came out, and Mu Chen's body suddenly turned into a phantom and jumped out from the spot, this speed was several times faster than dealing with those cold city guards just now, like a lightning bolt passing from the place, Han Yifeng's Youyan palm smashed into the air, a huge roar came out, and a palm print one meter big and three meters deep suddenly appeared on the ground of Tianxiang Pavilion, and the rocks around the palm print had turned black, and this power made Mu Chen's face change. With just a casual blow, he had already played such a powerful role, and Mu Chen knew that if he was hit by this blow, he would either die or be disabled.

It's just that Mu Chen didn't know, while he was surprised by Han Yifeng's power, Han Yifeng was even more surprised than Mu Chen, what realm was he, the seven-ring martial spirit, and the blow released with fifty percent of his strength was actually dodged by a little guy in the realm of the three-ring martial artist, which made him feel shocked and at the same time feel dull on his face.

"Boy, you do have the capital to be arrogant, but unfortunately, you should learn to keep a low profile and drink!"

With a loud shout, Han Yifeng's breath suddenly climbed, and a circle of dark green cyclones burst out of his body with a roar. In just an instant, Mu Chen sensed a sense of crisis, that is, the feeling of death.

"Give me death!"

With an angry shout, Mu Chen only felt a strong coercion pressing towards him, and immediately after, Han Yifeng's figure appeared in front of him in an instant, and a green flame appeared from his palm with his palm stretched out, and a blow stabbed out, and the target was Mu Chen's chest and heart.

The pupils of Mu Chen's closed eyes shrank suddenly, and there was no need to summon, the star mark on his wrist flashed again, and the broken star chain poked out of Mu Chen's cuffs on its own, and the sharp spiral blade spun at high speed and stabbed at Han Yifeng's right eye. This sudden sharp blade made the cold hairs on the back of Han Yifeng's neck stand up, and he didn't care about attacking Mu Chen, his flat palm turned instantly, and with one blow, the shattered star chain flew out sideways.

"Whew!"

A slight piercing sound came, and the Shattered Star Chain sank deep into the right wall of the Tianxiang Pavilion, and then, the sound of clicking and clicking was endless, with the sharp blade of the Shattered Star Chain as the center, the wall on the right side immediately shattered, and a half-meter-large hole was instantly formed, and pieces of broken stone rumbled and collapsed from the front.

Han Yifeng's face was horrified, thinking that if he hadn't bounced the chain open just now, the head on his neck would probably disappear in the vast world, just when he was surprised, Mu Chen suddenly moved, his left hand condensed a faint red yuan force, and came to Han Yifeng's back in a flash, without waiting for Han Yifeng to react, Mu Chen suddenly swung his fist and blasted out towards Han Yifeng's heart.