Deep in the Iron Wall, the blood-colored hall.

Ye Feng and Sun Liang faced each other, and both of them were full of vigilance, looking like they were facing a great enemy.

The muscles of Ye Feng's body were slowly rhythmic, and the strange and violent Dao intent in his body had shrunk a lot, leaving only the last little bit, stubbornly attached to his meridians.

Although it has not been completely eradicated, Ye Feng has been able to move freely and without restrictions.

As soon as his sweat left his body, it turned into steam, permeating his body, and the whole person seemed to have turned into a hot steamer, with magma rolling inside.

"The strength has increased, and the fourth-order Vajra Immortal Body is also improving, and the environment here seems to be very suitable for cultivators to cultivate. ”

Ye Feng clenched his fists, his face was calm, and these thoughts flashed through his heart.

Inside the blood-colored hall, there was a strange aura, and under the infiltration of this aura, Ye Feng felt that there was a steady stream of energy in the void injecting into his body, and then it was desperately devoured by greedy cells, constantly improving his strength.

Things were good, but Ye Feng wasn't too happy.

His strength has certainly improved a lot, but the opponent's strength has improved faster and more terrifying.

Under the protection of that pair of Wang Jia, Sun Liang's aura was climbing at a speed that was visible to the naked eye, the seventh order of the Divine Power Realm, the eighth order of the Divine Power Realm, and the ninth order of the Divine Power Realm. The power of his attacks became stronger and stronger, so that Ye Feng no longer dared to let the other party attack him, and he had to parry.

"I can't let him go on so endlessly, and if he continues like this, I'm afraid that I will capsize in the gutter. ”

Ye Feng took a deep breath, and his figure suddenly became in a trance.

In the next moment, he appeared in front of Sun Liang, and his fist was like a mountain crumbling, unstoppable.

In the blood-colored hall, the originally bright light dimmed a little in an instant, as if the light was taken away by Ye Feng's fist, and then exploded.

Sun Liang's pupils contracted, and for a while, he didn't know how to react, as if the heavens and the earth were shrouded in this punch, unavoidable, unstoppable.

While!

The helmet and visor of the pitch-black king armor instantly popped out, blocking Ye Feng's punch. The sound of the collision between the two, like Hong Zhong Da Lu, was so great that the entire hall seemed to tremble.

In this violent and raging sound, Ye Feng's movements did not stop, his hands and feet came out together, like a phantom, and smashed it on Sun Liang's body unscrupulously.

His fists are like hammers, his legs are like meteors, and his movements are like a raging storm, unstoppable.

At the beginning, how Sun Liang treated Ye Feng, he was all returned by Ye Feng one by one at this time, and it was more fierce, more violent, and more unstoppable.

Sun Liang was like a clumsy and powerless sandbag, he could only swing his fist at the air in vain, and he couldn't hit half of Ye Feng's clothes at all.

Although Sun Liang's strength has increased a lot, and with the assistance of Wang Jia, the power that can be exerted in the attack can gradually threaten Ye Feng's safety, but no matter how powerful it is, it is useless to hit people with his fists.

Ye Feng's movements became faster and faster, and the whole person was like a whirlwind, sending out waves of violent attacks around Sun Liang. In the main hall, the air waves were agitated, and a terrifying and fierce air vortex was gradually formed, and there were endless whistling sounds, as if the nine hells were dark, and ten thousand ghosts were roaring together.

Ye Feng only felt that his blood was boiling, and there was a fierce qi surging out of his chest, which made him can't help but howl loudly, adding a touch of iron and blood to the violent aura of the main hall.

Bang bang!

Sun Liang only felt that his body trembled violently, and wave after wave of huge power passed through the battle armor, constantly shaking his body, bringing him a feeling of extreme pain, feeling that the whole person was like being in an infernal hell, and in all directions, sharp needle tips were piercing, piercing him one after another.

Although this kind of physical pain is terrifying, Sun Liang, who has gradually adapted to it, is actually not too much, but the violent posture shown by Ye Feng in the battle, the kind of fierce and unparalleled strong spirit, deeply shocked Sun Liang, made him feel turbulent, and produced a thick psychological shadow of the opponent's invincibility.

In the end, Sun Liang didn't even attack anymore, but instead hugged his head, curled up like a quail, and let Ye Feng fight.

Rumble!

Ye Feng used the most powerful trick he could unleash now, and the time of the entire Blood Hall seemed to stand still for a moment, and the next moment, there was a loud and amazing bang.

The air waves are rolling and whistling.

Ye Feng stood in the wind, his clothes were hunting, and his body exuded a mellow and sharp aura, like a bladeless heavy sword, although there was no edge, it was murderous and incomparable.

At this time, Sun Liang was already embedded in one of the walls of the blood-colored hall, and on the wall that originally seemed to be solid and indestructible, cracks suddenly appeared, and they were constantly spreading, silently.

Sun Liang had already been stunned by the surging aura, and there was no movement.

Ye Feng took a deep breath, a relieved smile appeared on his face, and finally stunned this ape boy with the aura of the protagonist. If Sun Liang was allowed to continue to improve like this, Ye Feng really couldn't guarantee that he would be able to achieve the final victory.

"Is that the end of it?"

In the next moment, Ye Feng's expression became stiff.

In the main hall, a strange and unruly voice suddenly came. And the source of the voice was Sun Liang, who was hung on the wall.

Belch...... No, it's not Sun Liang, but it's Sun Liang again.

On the wall, the tall, pitch-black figure suddenly trembled, and on the wall, the rubble fell and crackled.

The figure fell lightly from the wall, the black armor, exuding a strong smell of blood. He just glanced at it so casually, and Ye Feng felt that the eyes under the mask were like a vast and boundless sea of terrifying blood, which was terrifying.

"Wang Jia Jia Ling?"

Ye Feng took a deep breath, his expression was extremely solemn, and asked word by word.

Sun Liang's voice was not this, and Sun Liang couldn't give Ye Feng such a terrifying and amazing momentum oppression, and the black figure in front of him reminded Ye Feng of the fierce battle armor not long ago.

"Wang Jia, oh, what a distant name! I can't imagine that there is still anyone in this world who knows this......

In the black armor, a meaningful chuckle came out.

In the next moment, a black shadow appeared in front of Ye Feng, his fist was like a dragon, as vast as the sea, and magnificent, and he actually hit someone without saying a word, which was extremely abrupt.

Ye Feng was not surprised, and instantly burst out, blocking the opponent's punch.

He staggered back two steps.

The attack of the armor spirit did not stop, and the attack was like a mad demon, one after another, like the great demon king going berserk, and every move and style exuded a ferocious and decisive aura.

Ye Feng parried with all his might, but he was at an absolute disadvantage for the first time.

In fact, the pure power of the attack performed by the armor spirit did not exceed the level of Sun Liang's hand, but the results caused by his attack were thousands of times greater than Sun Liang's.

Sun Liang made a move, and he was full of flaws in front of Ye Feng, and he was vulnerable. But Jia Ling's move gave Ye Feng a heavy pressure, so that Ye Feng could only keep retreating, out of breath.

"What kind of king's armor, I was created, not to worship the emperor's armor wholeheartedly. I also have what I desire, why should I be sacrificed?

Jia Ling roared as he made a move, his voice was full of anger and rage, obviously the word Wang Jia that Ye Feng said before completely stimulated Jia Ling.

Bang!

Ye Feng was punched in the face, and half of his face bones were numb and trembling, and he was in pain.

Bang bang!

As soon as he lost the opportunity, Ye Feng's momentum plummeted, first he was kicked high by Jia Ling, and then he was hit by a knee, making Ye Feng's whole person like a prawn, bending up painfully, and almost vomiting out all his internal organs.

Jia Ling smiled cruelly, the five fingers of the metal were like hook claws, and they grabbed Ye Feng's head fiercely, as long as they grasped it firmly, it was definitely five blood holes.

Ye Feng held back the pain, his figure flickered, and in the next moment, he appeared in the other corner of the main hall, breaking away from the attack of the armor spirit.

"Hey, boy, even if you have the way of space, you don't want to leave here alive today!"

Jia Ling grabbed the air, and couldn't help but be stunned for a moment, but the next moment, he laughed again, and the laughter was full of cruelty and coldness.

Ye Feng gasped heavily, sweating profusely, staring at each other as if he were facing a great enemy.

Powerful, ruthless, and cruel, this is all the impression that Wang Jialing gave him.

In fact, Jia Ling's strength is not only that, if he goes all out, he is afraid that he is a peak powerhouse in the Dao realm, and he must be right and dare not ignore it.

But at this time, the armor spirit only exerted the combat power of the first order of the Merge Dao Realm, most likely because he was afraid of Sun Liang's life and death in the battle armor, and did not dare to act excessively.

It is also the combat power of the first order of the Merge Dao Realm, whether it is the Iron Lion or the Xuan Wolf, Ye Feng is confident that he will win the battle at this moment, and it will be several times easier than the original battle.

But in front of Jia Ling, Ye Feng was restrained everywhere, tied his hands and feet, and was at an absolute disadvantage. Even, the realm maintained by the armor spirit is actually the level of the peak of the ninth order of the Divine Power Realm, and it is just exerting the combat power of the first order of the Merge Dao Realm.

"It is just a matter of course to take a college student to do the test paper of an elementary school student, and the combat effectiveness is amazing. However, elementary school students also have the dignity of primary school students, and at the level of primary school students, I don't believe that I am really inferior to the other party!"

Ye Feng's eyes were bright, and he released a strong and incomparably strong battle intent.

Jia Ling calmly stepped in, as if the Great Demon King was out on patrol, looking at the world, and the people around him were all ants, not to mention.

Ye Feng took a few deep breaths, calmed down his state of mind, and the power of the supernatural power in his body was rolling and running, constantly accumulating, just waiting for the final explosion to attack.

(End of chapter)