Ye Qingfeng transformed into a big palm print, which had the potential to collapse the mountains and rivers, and came suddenly.

The rat demons were worried.

However, the strength of the Rat King is not weak, and he can completely deal with Ye Qingfeng for several rounds.

It deserves to be regarded as the king of a clan, although it is currently only known as a king, and has not yet reached the true strength of a king.

At the moment when Ye Qingfeng's big slap came, the silver and white rat king, like a lightning mink, flew out diagonally, pedaled on the stone wall, and pounced on Ye Qingfeng with the power of the stone wall's rebound.

This series of actions, done in one go, only happened in a short moment.

Moreover, it was holding a gun in its hand, and the tip of the gun was pointed directly at Ye Qingfeng, and it was very self-conscious about its speed.

This underground passage is long enough, but not spacious enough.

If Ye Qingfeng wanted to retreat, she could only retreat, but she didn't retreat.

I saw her fingers together, bending her fingers and flicking them continuously, one after another, black and white, the size of a jujube core nail, and went straight to the silver and white mouse.

She is taking offense as defense and taking the initiative to attack the Rat King.

The power of the Yin and Yang Finger should not be underestimated, and it is also one of the secret methods of the Yin and Yang Sect in Liucheng.

"Phew!"

The black and white gas went so fast.

Before the tip of the rat king's sharp spear arrived, Ye Qingfeng's black and white qi approached first.

And the black and white qi, blessed by the majestic essence in Ye Qingfeng's body, has amazing penetration, which is not inferior to the silver-white fine needles before the Rat King.

The Rat King's expression changed slightly, the black light of the spear in his hand flickered, and then he waved a semicircular light curtain to stop the few points of black and white qi.

"Zheng! Zheng! Zheng! ”

The black and white qi slammed into the light curtain, inspiring bursts of sharp roars, stabbing the rat demons' ear drums.

"What a spear!"

Ye Qingfeng's eyes froze.

With a random swing of the spear, it can generate a shield-like enchantment, which is in touch with the master's heart, and is an excellent weapon for both attack and defense.

With that spear in hand, it's no wonder that the Rat King has the confidence to shout and want Ye Qingfeng to kill here.

It turned out that the seemingly ordinary spear was actually Shenhua introverted, and I have to say that in terms of internal show, it is very consistent with Ye Qingfeng's physique.

Such a good thing, with the current cultivation of the Rat King, it is difficult to sacrifice and come out, I am afraid that it is not a treasure handed down from the ancestors!

A smile rose at the corner of Ye Qingfeng's mouth, and he became interested in the spear.

To be precise, I was very interested in the runes engraved in the spear.

"Terran, you're smiling!"

The Rat King scolded angrily, relying on the spear in his hand, arrogantly tight, and approached again.

Ye Qingfeng did not retreat but advanced, his black hair was flying, and he stepped on the steps of an old madman, like a ray of lightning, fearless, and rushed forward in an instant.

Dare to take the initiative to pounce!

I don't know if I'm alive or dead!

"Hum~"

The Rat King's eyes were round, and the jet-black spear in his hand broke through the air, making a terrifying humming sound, at an incredibly fast speed, so fast that it pierced a big hole in the space, and stabbed Ye Qingfeng's head directly.

In an instant, the tip of the gun was approaching.

Ye Qingfeng's figure rushed forward, but at this moment, he suddenly moved to the right.

This move seems very strange and incredible.

It's hard to stop where you want to go forward at such a fast speed, let alone move to the right while stopping.

It was like an invisible rope, pulling vigorously on the side, forcibly pulling Ye Qingfeng's galloping body to the side.

However, this rope does not exist, and this sudden horizontal movement, made by Ye Qingfeng, is so smooth and pleasing to the eye.

Ye Qingfeng was in no danger and avoided this fatal blow, and at the same time, he punched his right hand fiercely, hitting the head of the Rat King.

As the first physique in the past, her ontological strength is also terrifying to the point of outrageousness.

In terms of the strength of the body, there is only the Ancient Holy Body, which can be ranked ahead of the Chaos Body.

The brother in her memory is the ancient holy body that dominates in the flesh.

"Boom!"

This punch is domineering, and it was infused with majestic mana by Ye Qingfeng, and it was completely able to shatter the mountains!

The fierce fist wind, with the breath of death, approached in an instant, making the Rat King's back chill in an instant, and the silver-white hair on his body stood on end.

Ye Qingfeng's punch came so fast that the Rat King didn't have time to swing his gun to protect him.

However, how can the Rat King sit still.

"Phew!"

The rat king, who was terrified, shook his body, and thousands of silver hairs all over his body, like countless silver rays, suddenly burst out.

Ye Qingfeng had already expected it, so he withdrew his fist and retreated first, and retreated far enough.

The silver hairs, murderous, chased her closely, and they were all slapped down by her palms again.

In the blink of an eye, the ground was covered with the white hair of the Rat King, like filaments paving the road.

At the end of the Silk Road, Ye Qingfeng stood tall, and the jade tree was in the wind.

"You're kind of ugly."

Against the face of the Ji family, Ye Qingfeng suddenly opened his mouth so abruptly.

looks like a talent, but his mouth is a little poisonous.

The punch she just had, although it didn't kill the Rat King, it wasn't for nothing.

In a panic, the Rat King struggled to shake, and in just one moment, most of the hair on his body flew out.

At this moment, the Rat King only has a few lonely short hairs, miserable, protecting its entire round body, much like a pig that has lost its hair.

Ye Qingfeng didn't smile, out of respect for his opponent, he still kept his eyebrows calm and looked serious.

And the bare rat king couldn't help but cry out angrily:

"Damn! You treacherous human race, did you do it on purpose? Tyre! You traitor, you must have done it on purpose! ”

Ye Qingfeng had excellent self-cultivation, but he also said ruthlessly: "Life and death fight, that punch didn't hit your head, you should be glad." Otherwise, you won't have a chance to think you're ugly again. ”

"Ugly?!" The Rat King screamed, "You Terran monkey is ugly!" This king is going to bring you wine! ”

As soon as the words fell, he picked up the gun in his hand, ignored it, and killed Ye Qingfeng again.

This time, with a posture of risking his life, he was obviously stimulated by Ye Qingfeng's words, which confused his mind.

It's good to mess up your mind.

If the mind is confused, it is easy to make frequent mistakes during the war.

And the cultivation realm of the same level of fighting methods, the slightest mistake means that the body is dead.

Ye Qingfeng was very calm, standing still, his eyes locked on the trajectory of the Rat King's attack.

And the Rat King is like a silver-white ball of light, with two strong and powerful hind legs, constantly stepping on the stone walls on both sides alternately, constantly approaching Ye Qingfeng.

The Rat King uses the power of pedaling to run in a broken line, sometimes the distance of the forward pounce is very far, and sometimes the distance of the forward pounce is very close.

With each of its forward pounces, the speed of the Rat King increased and accelerated, which was also a kind of magic power of the Silver White Rat Clan, just like the continuous accumulation of strength before the final blow.

When the strength is stored to the extreme, it is necessary to strike blatantly.

I don't know at what moment such a rapidly flickering figure in mid-air will suddenly pounce on Ye Qingfeng, and then stab out with a shot at a tricky angle, giving a fatal blow.