Chapter 107: You Are Feng Ze (3)

A hundred meters away from the gate, a sturdy young man in silver-white armor slowly came into the eyes of everyone, this person was bald, with figure-eight eyebrows, tight eyebrows, and a pair of stern eyes, like two black gems. The bridge of the nose is straight and slightly stubborn, cold and handsome, hesitant and sad, and the hidden mystery is unfathomable.

Under the gaze of everyone, the figure did not move, and this person stepped in, and his steps were vigorous, and he knew that he was a long-time monk at a glance.

"Five out of ten spirit kings present have released their spiritual power. "Spirit Master, clogged veins, empty appearance, but no reality?"

The young man walked to the middle of the crowd and stopped, and suddenly turned around and pointed at Zheng Yuanba. "How about I fight you?"

"Feng Ze?" This voice is familiar to the heart, and subconsciously, this voice only belongs to Feng Ze! However, this person's appearance, "Are you Feng Ze?" the Great Elder asked softly.

"I am a half-crippled spirit master, Feng Lei, the person who is desperately pursued and killed by Moon Worship City, and Feng Ze, the great disciple of this wind and clouds!" Although on the surface, it is difficult to defeat the second-layer powerhouse of the Spirit King, but it is not fixed, and there is an unusual one in every qiē, so how strong are you.

"Feng Fengze, are you really you?" the Great Elder still refused to believe it. "Aren't you in the Buried Snow Mountain?" The Buried Snow Mountain is thousands of miles away, and it takes as many as a month to go back and forth with Feng Ze's footsteps, if there is a bad situation, it will naturally take more time to meet the fierce beast, if he is really Feng Ze for twenty days, how can he come back.

"Don't you want to train me to avenge your precious son? I'm standing in front of you, do you dare the Spirit King to the Spirit Master?"

At present, he is in excellent condition, whether it is the tendons or the spiritual power in the black ball, he is full of spiritual power, five "Huitian Sword Dances" are not a problem, and there are still four "Huiling Heavenly Pills" in his hands, and he still has some confidence in Zheng Yuanba. "I forgot to ask, is Zheng Yuantian's arm still crippled? Hey, why am I so heavy?"

"The monk who ran away can't run the temple, and he is looking for you but he will die by himself without you, and the lord of this city will take your dog's head today!" Seeing that Feng Lei Zheng Yuanba no longer had a grit of hatred, but instead a kind of pleasure, because he could finally slash this remnant of the man, and the power of the fire spirit instantly filled his hands.

"Sue sù you before killing me, my real name is Feng Ze, and Feng Lei is just a fake name for me to play in your Moon Worship City. Feng Ze said loudly. "You hate me, I hate you even more, today the half-crippled spirit master sued you spirit king, you are not very capable!"

If it weren't for Zheng Yuanba's persecution of himself, he would have touched the threshold of the Spirit King now, he hurt himself too deeply!" "Your Zheng family is lacking because of me, but I am growing up because of your Zheng family, thank you Zheng family for fulfilling your good intentions and returning to the sky sword dance!"

The two of them have a deep hatred for each other, and it is not appropriate to say much, Feng Ze knows that he wants to get benefits from Zheng Yuanba's body, and it is not enough to rely on the "Huitian Sword Dance" alone, and only he is the only way to take the lead in this situation, and the "Huitian Sword Dance" is split in the air.

Feng Ze's words were provocative and half-insulting, how could he bear it as the Spirit King Zheng Yuanba, but he didn't expect Feng Ze to dare to take the initiative to attack him, but he was too confident in the Spirit King's cultivation for him, and Feng Ze moved Zheng Yuanba's "Fire Palm" out. "Regardless of your Fenglei Fengze, the dead don't need to let the city lord remember the name. ”

"Isn't this sending him to death, Great Elder, stop him!" It's Feng Ze who is true, it's not bad that he has perverted spiritual skills, but you also have to distinguish who you're facing. Neither of you and Yu Bo can move anything, no matter how powerful you are, you can turn the sky upside down. Fengyunju has two crises because of you, if something happens to you, how can you be worthy of everyone's efforts to you?

It's a pity it's too late. Zheng Yuanba and Feng Ze have their own speeds, and in the blink of an eye, the two spiritual skills have already met, and it is too late to stop them.

The golden giant sword is mighty and mighty, like a monstrous wave, unstoppable, and the ten-meter golden sword has the aura of ten thousand people.

The sword roared within a few hundred meters of the gate of Fengyunju, including the Fengyunju guards, all those who cultivated below the spirit master spurted blood on the spot, and even those who did not help fell to the ground and covered their ears**The sound was endless, this is power.

"Flame Palm" Spirit King's high-level spiritual skill, fierce cut poison, Zheng Yuanba knew that Feng Ze's sword could hurt the Spirit King, so when the Flame Palm was released, he added an extra percent of spiritual power to kill with one blow, and Fengyunju was still waiting for him to take it in.

The two spiritual skills met, but it seemed to be a one-breath ten-year encounter, the "Heavenly Sword Dance" and the "Flame Palm" quietly resisted each other and hugged each other tightly, silently some people would think that they were quietly confronting each other, and some people would think that they were waiting for an opportunity to explode, waiting to devour each other, and as soon as the fire arrived, it exploded like a bombshell with earth-shattering power.

"Tick, tick" A string of green liquid dripped on the burning flames of the "Flame Palm" like morning dew under the morning sun, making people feel like they were in a dead silence, and their hearts jumped together, "Jump, jump, jump!"

The liquid that dripped was naturally the corrosive slime in Feng Ze's body, one drop, two drops until the "Fire Palm" turned from red to yellow-green. "Hum" The two spirit skills suddenly came out with a dull sound.

"This kid is really not ordinary, he can actually beat my spiritual skills, no wonder Li Hailong's waste will let him escape in his hands again and again, he is a character who can be faced. It is not difficult to see that the "Flame Palm" is at a disadvantage in the confrontation with the "Huitian Sword Dance", and it looks very inferior, Zheng Yuanba has a glimpse of Feng Ze's sword technique, and you will definitely get it when I take it. However, this idea was just a thought of him, and there were many people present who were watching, and a small spirit master could not easily solve it, wouldn't it leave them with a laughing stock, Zheng Yuanba was confident that as long as he gave Feng Ze a blow at close range, Feng Ze was like a chicken in the absolute cultivation gap. "Poof!"

The two spiritual skills had already reached the limit of confrontation, and a dazzling white light was sparked at the place where they touched each other, and this white light was like two huge planets colliding, and a circle of white light quickly extended outward, rippling and surging in thin waves.

Coincidentally, the previous breath of this sound happened to be when Zheng Yuanba got up, and the speed of the Spirit King was always faster than you imagined, and at this time, Zheng Yuanba was already on the same level as Bai Mang. "Bad luck"

"Boom!" outweighed the roar of a flash flood than an earthquake, and the "Heavenly Sword Dance" and the "Flame Palm" disappeared at the same time, replaced by a dazzling bright light and a deafening sound of divine power for a long time. What about the Spirit King, the powerful impact of the explosion swept Zheng Yuanba away in an instant, leaning forward with his head and feet and his arms shrunk in front of his chest, Zheng Yuanba wanted to protect his heart!

Feng Ze fell thirty meters away, and the silver dragon scale turtle heavenly armor emitted a faint silver halo that appeared and disappeared, and a heavy smell of blood rose from his chest to his head. "Zheng Yuanba is so powerful!"

"Little rabbit cub, you dare to hurt me!" Zheng Yuanba was injured, but it was definitely not directly caused by Feng Ze's spiritual skills, after the impact of the explosion swept him away, his body rolled on the ground twice, his forehead was scratched, and the blood flowed down naturally, and his clothes were also shredded A lot of embarrassment, in a hurry, Zheng Yuanba's spiritual power bounced up and went straight to Fengze.

"Zheng Yuanba is in a hurry, but it's a pity that you and I can't stop it. "Steward Jin seems to have seen what is going to happen. "Yaohui, the gathering of wind and clouds is going to be destroyed, and the Jin family is going to die!"

Zheng Yuanba's body was like a gust of wind, and it was definitely not an exaggeration to breathe a hundred meters, and he rushed to Feng Ze's face in the blink of an eye. "God can't save you!" "Taishan Iron Fist" hit the chest Feng Ze suddenly flew, Zheng Yuanba continued to follow, he wanted to kill Feng Ze, how could he give him any chance to fight back and struggle, in his opinion, what awaits Feng Ze is only death.

"Bang bang bang!" three punches in a row, Feng Ze's body softened.

"If you want to save him desperately, come with me, Elder Xu, you have a good shield!" How can Feng Ze survive after a few more punches like this, Qingyun Sect regards Feng Ze as a treasure, and he also has the title of the quasi-son-in-law of the Jin family, Feng Ze can't help it!

"Stop them!" Zheng Yuanba shouted to the people in Moon Worship City.

Li Hailong's whole body was tightly hugged by a layer of black silk mesh, and small tentacles were unscrupulously piercing into his skin, and mucus flowed into his body along the tentacles. Li Hailong was in pain, he could clearly see that he was being corroded by the black liquid, but he couldn't do anything, because his body had lost its control, and if it wasn't for the support of the Spirit King's powerful spiritual power, he could be completely corroded at any time.

Maybe his life should be here, when he used his spiritual power to resist the corrosion of these slime, I don't know whose spiritual skill flew wrongly, and it smashed on his heavenly spirit acupoint impartially, although this spiritual skill is not powerful, but it is a fatal blow to Li Hailong in this matter, "Ahh In this chaotic scene, no one cares who falls, who is injured, and saving his life is the most important thing, but it is a pity that Li Hai is the body of the Spirit King.

"You are nothing but that sword-breaking skill accident, you can only wait obediently for death in front of me!"

Feng Ze endured the pain and was beaten not powerless, Zheng Yuanba was a second-layer powerhouse of the Spirit King, and if he wanted to get benefits from his body, he could only wait for the moment when he relaxed, Feng Ze was waiting. Zheng Yuanba continued to attack continuously, and Feng Ze seemed to have no chance of surviving, so he relaxed his vigilance, but just as he spoke, Feng Ze sprayed the blood that was holding his mouth on his face.

"So this is your ability!" One step away to kill with one blow, what is a mouthful of blood, Zheng Yuanba swung out a long fist.

"Sealed Protective Body" Feng Ze infused his spiritual power into the Silver Dragon Scale Turtle Heavenly Armor again, as long as he had the opportunity to beat Zheng Yuanba was coming, his blood contained mucus, he was too confident in the slime, Feng Ze did not retreat but advanced and took the initiative to meet Zheng Yuanba's fist.

"Is he crazy?" Zheng Yuanba's eyes were slightly closed, what did he want to do, didn't he want to escape and die by himself?

"Bang!" As promised, Zheng Yuanba's fist full of spiritual power smashed on Feng Ze's ribs with hatred, from the first time he hit Feng Ze's body, he felt that Feng Ze's armor was strange, he admitted that Feng Ze had a few brushes, but every punch he made was like Mount Tai, a normal spirit master would not say that a punch and a finger would be too long to lie down, Zheng Yuanba didn't believe that Feng Ze's body was so strong, so there was only one explanation, Feng Ze's clothes were greasy!"Take off your clothes, this city lord may spare you from dying!"

"The armor is not simple, if you like it, take a few more looks, lest you can't see it when you become blind for a while. Kazezawa smiled slightly.

Blood flowed down Zheng Yuanba's forehead, and since he didn't care, a few drops of blood had already flowed into his eyes.

"Ahh