Looking at the ever-enlarging fist in front of him, Zhou Feng was slightly stunned, Xie Aoyun's punch came too suddenly, and the speed was extremely fast, and when he came back to his senses, Zhou Feng hurriedly raised the big knife in his hand to block his head, holding the handle of the knife with one hand and pressing the blade with the other.

He sensed that the power of Xie Aoyun's punch was definitely much greater than the impact of the black spear just now, so he didn't dare to be careless.

"Bang!"

The swift fist slammed into the big sword, and the dull sound rippled out, making the hearts of those watching the battle tremble, and Xie Aoyun's punch seemed to hit them.

The surrounding ripples scattered, the muffled sound surrounded the forest, the space trembled slightly, and the branches of the trees rattled.

"Huh?"

A fierce force came from the big knife, Zhou Feng's thick eyebrows were furrowed, his teeth were biting, and there were green tendons on his forehead, if he lifted his long sleeves, he would definitely be able to see the thick blood vessels and tendons on his arms like a dragon bursting outward, looking extremely hideous and terrifying, as if he wanted to break free from the cortex on his arms.

It can be seen how strong Xie Aoyun's punch is, and looking at Zhou Feng's size, he is also a body refining martial artist, even after forging his body, it is difficult for him to take this punch, and the ferocity of this punch is by no means ordinary.

But it was such a fierce punch that made people feel frightened, but as the inflicter, Xie Aoyun seemed very relaxed.

The mouth arced slightly, and there was no spiritual power fluctuation around his body, and the punch was completely relying on his own physical strength.

Zhou Feng was afraid, and when he saw Xie Aoyun's slight arc, the fear in his heart became more and more intense.

At first, he thought that Xie Aoyun's spiritual power cultivation must be extremely strong, but he didn't expect that when Xie Aoyun punched out, he realized that his judgment was so wrong.

This can't be blamed on Zhou Feng, after all, Xie Aoyun's whole person really doesn't look like a person who has forged a physical body, not only him, but no one present except Yi Chengfeng and Feng Wu can see that Xie Aoyun, who is incomprehensible, is actually a body refining martial artist.

But what frightened Zhou Feng even more was that Xie Aoyun had not yet used all his strength, that is to say, the punch he blocked with difficulty was not all of Xie Aoyun's strength, and it was estimated that he had not even used the strength of the sixth layer.

"It's not bad, it can even block my fifth-layer strength!"

Xie Aoyun looked at Zhou Feng with a smile and said slightly, but that smile made Zhou Feng feel as if he had a bad premonition about to happen.

"But you're still going to lose badly!"

Immediately, Xie Aoyun's indifferent voice sounded, and his smile was still the same, but that smile made people feel a chill, and his body trembled slightly.

Xie Aoyun quickly retracted his fist and then punched out again before Zhou Feng could react, and this punch still hit Zhou Feng's big knife.

"Bang!"

There was another dull sound, and the powerful fist wave surged towards the surroundings like a wave of furious waves, and even the warriors on both sides who were watching the battle felt the waves of strong fist waves and suffocating oppression retreat several feet away.

The centaurs on both sides looked at Xie Aoyun's position with shocked eyes, and their seemingly not strong bodies were able to burst out with such a powerful punch.

And the most important thing is that this punch is not a blessing of spiritual power, but a pure physical power, for Zhou Feng, the martial artist of Tianqiong Palace, he is also a body refining martial artist, although the level of refining is not higher than the level of spiritual cultivation, but if he relies on the strength of his body, even an ordinary martial artist at the peak of the thunder tribulation is not his opponent.

Turning to look at Zhou Feng, Zhou Feng's face was flushed at this time, his face was hideous, sweat flowed, and his two thick arms kept trembling in the long sleeves, which showed how much pressure he was under.

"Poof!"

Zhou Feng couldn't hold on any longer, a mouthful of blood spurted out of his mouth, his body shook, his steps staggered, his head was dizzy, and he took more than ten steps back before stopping by the trunk of the tree.

"Senior Brother Zhou!"

The martial artists of Tianqiong Palace, who were watching the battle from the sidelines, hurriedly ran over and helped Zhou Feng, worried and anxious in their hearts.

If even their Senior Brother Zhou fell, then they were not far from death, and at this time, their hearts were full of panic, and they didn't know what to do.

Even Zhang Jing and Chen Tianlin, who had been staring at Yi Chengfeng, looked at Zhou Feng worriedly, they didn't expect Zhou Feng to be beaten so easily by Xie Aoyun and had no power to fight back.

This undoubtedly made their chances of escape a few points lower.

But soon they retracted their gaze to Yi Chengfeng's body, Zhou Feng and they couldn't count on it, and they could only find a breakthrough from their side.

The two of them each used their spiritual power to transport their spiritual power to the extreme, and they had to use all their strength to deal with Yi Chengfeng, otherwise they would only give their lives here.

Seeing the strong spiritual power around Zhang Jing and Chen Tianlin, Yi Chengfeng's face was more cold, and the corners of his mouth were slightly upturned with disdain.

Without Zhou Feng, Yi Chengfeng was much easier to deal with these two people, maybe in his eyes, these two people were not enough.

Seeing Yi Chengfeng gradually approaching him, Zhang Jing and Chen Tianlin's hearts were also very panicked, if they added a Zhou Feng, they still had confidence, but the words of the two of them seemed very slim and even had no chance at all.

As soon as he thought of this, Chen Tianlin's face gradually became gloomy, he had to find a way to delay or fight for a chance to escape, in his opinion, there was no chance of winning against Shang Yi Chengfeng now.

"It looks like we have to fight to the death!"

Zhang Jing gritted his teeth and muttered softly, thinking that the disciples of the Sword Sect who were originally chased by hunters on his side fled in embarrassment, and they were in a good mood, but after Yi Chengfeng appeared, their hunter image gradually changed to prey, and their mood at this time was extremely bad.

"Whoosh!"

After Yi Chengfeng took the last step, the whole person disappeared instantly, and Zhang Jing and Chen Tianlin saw him disappear in place, and the two of them tensed their bodies, always vigilant around them.

"Huh!"

At this time, a cyan long sword appeared above Chen Tianlin, and the sword fell straight down, heading straight towards Chen Tianlin's Heavenly Spirit Gai with a sharp edge.

"Senior Brother Lin, be careful!"

Feeling the danger above, Zhang Jing's reaction was much faster than Chen Tianlin's, and without saying a word, he raised his spear and ran towards the blade of the cyan long sword.

"Dang!"

The cyan longsword was smashed into an arc by Zhang Jing's spear, and then the blade deviated from its original track.

Yi Chengfeng didn't care too much, seeing that his long sword deviated from Chen Tianlin's head, he was not in a hurry, the arm holding the sword swayed slightly, the cyan long sword seemed to have a kind of telepathy with him, and the blade of the long sword quickly swung back after being hit by the spear.

"Ding!"

The cyan blade lightly slammed into the tip of Zhang Jing's spear, making a soft groan.

Zhang Jing's brow furrowed, as he sensed an extremely strong force coming from the tip of his gun, and then his arm twitched slightly, but he felt a tingling pain spread across his arm.

"Huh!" "Zheng~!"

The spear instantly broke away from Zhang Jing's hand and shot extremely quickly at the rear, and the tail of the spear was inserted into the trunk of the tree with a clanging sound.

"Swing!"

Zhang Jing's pupils shrank, and he looked at Yi Chengfeng, his face full of shock.

Swing energy, is an unrestricted control of power and spiritual power, can be applied to knives, swords, guns, fists and many other places, swing energy trigger can be borrowed force, can also be through the superposition of force to have a kind of concussive effect.

The difficulty of this kind of energy is similar to the artistic conception, which can only be stimulated by the extremely superb use of strength and spiritual power.

It didn't seem to hear Zhang Jing's shocked voice, and Yi Chengfeng's long sword still went straight in, stabbing towards Chen Tianlin's Heavenly Spirit Gai.

But because of Zhang Jing's reminder, Chen Tianlin also reacted and wanted to escape from Yi Chengfeng's attack.

But even if he was fast enough, he still didn't retreat safely, and just as he was about to evacuate, Yi Chengfeng's sword had already slashed through his back, and a burst of fiery sword marks with bright red blood appeared behind his back.

"Shhh

With a deep ssizzle, Chen Tianlin's brows furrowed, and a sharp pain made him clench his fists.

And his forehead and back were already covered with dense cold sweat, Yi Chengfeng's speed was too fast, if it weren't for Zhang Jing's shouting, he might have become Yi Chengfeng's soul under the sword.

And Yi Chengfeng, who had already landed on the side, saw Chen Tianlin escape from his sword, and secretly said a pity in his heart.

However, he did not give up there, and after secretly saying in his heart that it was a pity, he broke out again, and the whole person was like a gust of wind, and his body was ghostly, so that people could not see his actual route.

"Oops, Senior Brother Lin, hurry back!"

Zhang Jingjun's eyebrows jumped sharply, and he shouted, and he himself quickly retreated backwards.

Hearing Zhang Jing's shout, Chen Tianlin did not hesitate for half a minute and retreated as fast as possible.

Due to the injuries behind him, Chen Tianlin gritted his teeth and ran in the direction of Zhang Jing.

There is no way, the pressure and fear that Yi Chengfeng gave them is too great, and Yi Chengfeng himself is a wind attribute sword cultivation speed is fast, the attack is sharp, and it is difficult to stop, if the two are separated, they can be left one by one with Yi Chengfeng's speed, so they must gather together to fight together.

"Zheng!"

Zhang Jing retreated to the big tree, clenched his right hand and used a slight force, and pulled out the spear inserted in the trunk.

"Whoosh!"

Zhang Jing pulled out his spear and rushed forward, he couldn't let Chen Tianlin die in Yi Chengfeng's hands, otherwise he would be in danger.

"Wind Breaking Gun Trick, Wind Breaking Style!"

The spiritual power urged to the extreme, the speed of operation was extremely fast, and the spiritual power of the whole body converged on the tip of the gun, tearing the space and breaking through the wind, only to see an afterimage flashing towards Yi Chengfeng, which could not be captured.

"Great Day Swordsmanship!"

Seeing that Zhang Jing launched an offensive, Chen Tianlin was not lazy, and after stabilizing his body, he urged his spiritual power to launch a heaven-level primary-level martial art in an instant.

Urging the swordsmanship, a round of scorching sun was rising, and the terrifying temperature made the surrounding plants and trees turn into ashes, Chen Tianlin waved his long sword, and the scorching sun quickly fell towards the direction of Yi Chengfeng, with a devastating momentum, even the warriors standing far away could not escape the scorching heat.

Seeing the scorching sun's destructive momentum pressing towards Yi Chengfeng Chen Tianlin's eyes were full of coldness, he didn't know if this move would be resisted by Yi Chengfeng, but even if it could bring him at least a little damage.

"Spirit Wind Sword Technique, Wind Strangulation!"

His lips moved slightly, and a soft voice sounded, Yi Chengfeng poked out with a sword, the tip of the sword collided with the tip of the gun, and two powerful spiritual powers exploded instantly, and the waves of qi that were set off scattered with a destructive power, the spiritual power splashed, and the smoke and dust rose everywhere!

And this is not over, Chen Tianlin's Great Sun Sword Technique followed, and the scorching temperature pressed down with the momentum of destruction, and the original position of Yi Chengfeng was shrouded in it.

The smoke rolls in, and no one knows what's going on inside.

"Ah~!"

In less than half a breath, in the center of the smoke and dust, a miserable scream resounded through the dense forest, and even the battlefield where Xie Aoyun was located invariably converged his eyes on the location where the scream came from.

Has the battlefield on this side already had a result?

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