Ling Feng's strength at the moment can sweep through the first layer of the Mortal Realm, if he does not use special means against the martial artists of the second layer of the Mortal Realm, it will take some time to win.

But what Ling Feng lacks most at the moment is time, so he will take the method of injuring 10,000 enemies and losing 8,000 to kill Song Dawen.

Of course, Ling Feng's current injury was just a shoulder piercing by Song Dawen, and the bleeding had stopped at this moment, so it was not a big problem for him.

"Dawen. ”

Zhu Yun's mournful roar roared from afar.

The reason why he was relieved to let Song Dawen take control of Ling Feng was mainly because Ling Feng's strength was low, and in his eyes he was just an insignificant ant.

In the fierce battle between Fang Cai and the cannibal vine, Zhu Yun's vitality was lost too much, and he planned to take the opportunity to breathe for a while.

But he never thought that Song Dawen would die tragically at the hands of Ling Feng, dying so simply and so vulnerably.

"Ling Feng, you damn brute, take your life. ”

Zhu Yun's strength was at the third level of the Mortal Realm, and he was two levels behind Ling Feng.

Although the consumption of vitality in the body at this moment was a bit excessive, killing Ling Feng was undoubtedly as simple as kneading a ball of soft mud.

"Uncle, if I were a brute, the five of you wouldn't even be worthy of a brute. ”

Staring at Zhu Yun's body like a mad bull and rushing over in anger, Ling Feng's always light and breezy face was also rarely positive.

The three layers and the first layer of the Metamorphosis Realm are the simplest distinctions, the former's physical strength is 12,000 catties, but Ling Feng is at 5,000 catties, and the judgment is high.

If it was just such a physical gap, Ling Feng might be able to rely on the familiar experience of facing the enemy in his previous life to deal with him.

However, after the breakthrough of the three-layer skin refining in the Mortal Realm, the skin will absorb the surrounding vitality all the time, and quickly replenish the lost qi and blood in the body.

Moreover, the one hundred and eight chakras are opened, and the vitality absorbed from the skin will reach the limbs and limbs unimpeded, and the vitality contained in the move is not the same as Ling Feng.

Ling Feng's mind was in a hurry, and he originally planned to use the Burst Pill or the Blazing Flame Array to destroy the enemy, but after thinking about it, he vetoed it.

Yuan Zhu and Burst Pill are both non-renewable resources, and refining three Burst Pills alone consumes a lot of resources from the Tianming City Dan Alliance, how can they be easily wasted.

And Zhu Yun, Song Dawen, is a student of Shenwu Academy, and he must be wealthy, and he may have a large amount of pills with him.

Kill them and collect these pills, maybe you can make the Divine Domain Zhentian Monument in the Sea of Divine Consciousness grow a milky white liquid again.

In addition, Ling Feng also wanted to try to match the milky white liquid on the first layer of the Mortal Realm, how big was the difference in strength between the third layer of the Mortal Realm.

With the traction of Ling Feng's spiritual power, one of the drops of milky white liquid on the surface of the Heavenly Monument of Divine Domain Town was like ink drops of rice paper, gradually expanding, turning into a majestic energy that spread to Ling Feng's internal organs and limbs.

Ling Feng's entire body's bones and muscles bulged slightly, his blood and qi were running rapidly, and his entire person's aura was skyrocketing, and his movements were several times sharper than Fang Cai's, full of explosive power.

Zhu Yun's speed was very fast, and in the blink of an eye, he was less than a zhang away from Ling Feng, he raised his hand, turned his blade into a single palm, and cut down vertically, the target was Ling Feng's face door.

Ling Feng sneered, leaned forward, and threw out a fist, bringing up fist shadows and hitting Zhu Yun's palm.

The air crackled and exploded, and under the force of inertia, Zhu Yun was unsteady under his feet, and he staggered back a few steps before he stabilized his figure.

And Ling Feng didn't take advantage of it at all, a fresh sweet smell surged in his body, and when it was about to rush to his throat, he forcibly swallowed it.

12,000 catties of huge force, and 6,000 catties of huge force, it is really an irreparable gap. Even with the help of milky white liquid, Ling Feng did not have the upper hand at all.

This was not because the effect of the milky white liquid was not enough, but because Ling Feng's cultivation was too low, and he couldn't use much of the energy in the milky liquid that had gathered in his body.

It's like a water tank, because Ling Feng's stomach is small, he can only drink two sips before it is saturated, and the rest of the water can only be wasted and gradually passes.

"Why is your kid's body so strong?"

Zhu Yun's face was gloomy, and there was no doubt that there was a storm in his heart at this moment.

The fact that the first layer of the Mortal Realm could confront the third-layer martial artists of the Mortal Realm head-on made him unbelievable.

"Go to hell and ask Hades. ”

Ling Feng took advantage of the victory to pursue, stomped heavily, shot a few feet high with his strength, and turned his side legs into an iron pillar and swept past.

"What if you kid use crooked ways to forcibly elevate your physical body to the point where you can compete with me? ”

Zhu Yun's five fingers were bent, like iron hooks, rippling with a sharp luster, between opening and closing, he accurately grabbed Ling Feng's swept thighs, and then pushed hard, Ling Feng in the void was like a rootless willow leaf, swirling, and was thrown out.

Ling Feng slammed into the ground, and a raised rock behind him was instantly knocked out of his back.

Enduring the pain in his back, Ling Feng slowly got up.

There was a trace of blood on the corner of his mouth, and he couldn't help licking his tongue, like a bloodthirsty wolf king, revealing bloodthirsty killing intent.

With Zhu Yun's blow, if he was an ordinary martial artist in the mortal realm, the backbone in his body had already been broken, and he fell to the ground and couldn't move.

However, Ling Feng's body had been tempered by the three powers of heaven and earth, and the strength of the internal organs in his body far exceeded that of other martial artists several times.

Coupled with the majestic vitality in the milky white liquid, he constantly repaired the wounds in his body, so that he would not lose the power to resist.

"How can you still get up after being hit so hard?"

Zhu Yun's eyes bulged violently, and he stared at Ling Feng with a look of horror, as if he was looking at a devil.

What is happening today has subverted his cognition and concept. At this moment, he faintly regretted it, regretting the idea of fighting Ling Feng.

"Your fists and kicks are only worthy of giving me a tickle. ”

Ling Feng twisted his body, and the bones in his body made a burst of sound like fried beans, looking like he was fine.

"Hehe, you think I can't tell you're hurt, you're just trying to support yourself right now. ”

A flash of enlightenment flashed in Zhu Yun's eyes, his five fingers were like hooks, and he grabbed Ling Feng's chest again, and roared: "Ling Feng, suffer death!"

"Hmph, you still don't know who killed the deer. ”

Ling Feng endured the throbbing pain like a burning wound in his body, raised his fist and blasted it again.

He could also see that Zhu Yun was already seriously injured, and his combat effectiveness was greatly reduced at the moment, and Ling Feng relied on the magical repair ability of the milky white liquid, even if he couldn't take Zhu Yun, he would not be defeated miserably.

The two of you come and go, and within a while, hundreds of moves have passed.

The more Zhu Yun hit, the more frightened he became, Ling Feng was like a monster, without any respite, every time the fist slapped on his body was like a huge wave of the Hanhai Sea, and the power of one punch was better than another, making him almost a little unable to parry.

With the vigorous movement of his body, the milky white liquid scattered in Ling Feng's body was constantly mobilized, like thousands of tributaries, surging to the left and right arms.

Ling Feng felt that his arms were filled with a violent energy, and if he didn't excrete it, he would definitely be completely squeezed.

Because he was in a hurry to vent, Ling Feng's punch became faster and faster, and the strong wind that blew it made Zhu Yun's cheeks ache faintly.

Under this long and low situation, Ling Feng's momentum continued to rise.

With his eyesight, he could judge the flaws in Zhu Yun's moves at a glance, so through the gaps in the flaws, the fist wind continued to bombard Zhu Yun's body, causing Zhu Yun to constantly spit out the blood with the crushed internal organs.

Zhu Yun gritted his teeth and stubbornly supported.

In the fight between Fang Cai and the cannibal vine, Zhu Yun was already seriously injured, and Yuan Li was not able to continue, and at this moment, in the face of the stormy attack, he couldn't parry it at all, and within a while, he received a few heavy punches in several key places on his body.

Zhu Yun's internal organs were strongly impacted and turbulent, and he knew that if he continued to be at such a disadvantage, he would not be far from death.

"Ling Feng, you forced me to do this. ”

Zhu Yun's teeth bit his tongue tightly, forcing his muddy brain to sober up a little, and then clusters of black mist rippled from the five fingers of his hands.

"Want to use the meta-technique? It's a pity you don't have a chance. ”

Ling Feng seemed to have expected this scene, wrapped in milky white liquid, and his arm like the hand of death was like a steamroller, rolling away with an unmatchable momentum.

Zhu Yun's unclosed right hand, like a clay sculpture, collapsed inch by inch, flesh and blood separated, and a puff of blood mist and fragments of hand bones floated in the air, and immediately fell down, staining the grass on the ground red.

"Ah——h

A muffled snort accompanied by a terrible scream suddenly echoed.

Zhu Yun's whole person was like a kite with a broken string, and it was thrown out more than ten zhang away by Ling Feng's punch.

The soft grass was peared by his body into two rolled ravines, in which mottled blood was faintly visible.

Zhu Yun opened his mouth and spit out a mouthful of blood, his head fell to the ground, his buttocks pouted high, and he tried to struggle with his body, but he tried several times, but it was still fruitless.

Under Ling Feng's punch, Zhu Yun completely lost the power to resist.