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Ye Feng directly used the Immortal Yuan Force of his whole body and threw out the flying knife in his hand.

The flying knife was in Ye Feng's chest, and in an instant, it was a hedge with the flying sword shot by the fat Taoist.

Powerful ripples burst out from the point where the two came into contact with each other.

The people around them felt a strong immortal aura, so they quickly retreated, squatting on the ground and holding their heads.

Boom.

The ripples of immortal qi that spread out came into contact with the entire cell.

The spell posted on the cell was provoked by the immortal qi, and purple thunder and lightning burst out from it frantically.

The whole cell crackled and shook even more.

It's just that it can't hurt the people in the cell.

As for Ye Feng, who attacked the fairy sword with a flying knife, after resisting for a moment, a trace of blood suddenly overflowed from the corner of his mouth.

But his legs were still firmly in place, and his arms were strong in commanding the throwing knife.

"A person with a fifth-layer immortal actually dares to resist my eighth-layer cultivation, hmph, this is not a miracle, and it is absolutely impossible to have this miracle. ”

The fat Taoist saw that Ye Feng actually resisted his own attack at once, no matter how ordinary his attack was, no matter how ordinary it was, it was not something that a single Immortal Fifth Layer Cultivator could resist.

Therefore, he felt very ashamed, especially when he saw the expressions of those people squatting on the ground looking at him, full of doubts, and even more ashamed and indignant.

He suddenly shouted, and the power of the blood veins in his body, as well as the power of the Immortal Yuan, rushed into his arm.

The drumming immortal robe, the hunting sound, and the immortal yuan power of the thickness of two buckets were instantly blessed on the hilt of the fairy sword.

This light is like the sun blocking Ye Feng.

With a bang, Ye Feng, who was the person concerned, felt a violent force in his chest fill up, making his blood surge.

His legs couldn't support him, and he was knocked into the big man's iron pillar with a whoosh.

Originally, the iron pillar was blessed with a charm, but once a person touched it, it immediately turned back into earth-shattering thunder and lightning.

Ye Feng's body and clothes, under the contact, were instantly scarred, and the robe was directly burned.

The sound of sneering came from his back, Ye Feng pulled out the flying sword on his shoulder, struggled, and fell from the iron pillar.

Ye Feng gasped heavily, there was blood in his throat, he could kill the sixth layer of human immortals, and for the seventh and eighth layers of human immortals, he also had the power to fight.

But he never showed his most powerful attack because he was afraid of being revealed.

That's why he hesitated to fight in that mine before.

But now it's different, your life is in danger, so you want to show it desperately.

This is the strongest thing to rely on.

It's a big deal that Lao Tzu entered the Sumeru ring and never came out for the rest of his life.

Ye Feng was ruthless, and spit out a mouthful of blood.

He got up from the ground.

The fairy sword was held in the hand of the fat Taoist priest with a whoosh.

The fat Taoist priest's eyes were full of shock.

"I didn't expect that a fifth-layer monk can actually resist my full strength and not die, a little capable, I will give you one, cut off five pieces of flesh and blood on your body, and today's matter will be understood." ”

Maybe it is because Ye Feng's strength is really strong now, and he is a malleable talent, this fat Taoist priest raised his eyebrows, looked at Ye Feng coldly and said.

Ye Feng sneered.

"I think you're the one who cuts the meat. ”

"You fuck off, you're just stubborn, then you can die for me. ”

The fat Taoist priest was so agitated by Ye Feng's Chinese descent that his heart was surging with anger, and he suddenly grabbed the fairy sword with both hands, and the whole person walked towards Ye Feng.

His steps were very strange, and the fairy sword instantly turned into a dragon in his hand.

At the top of the sword qi, a dragon's mouth opened wide to swallow Ye Feng's head.

Ye Feng put the flying knife in his left hand in an instant, stretched out his arm, bent it, and suddenly ejected it.

"Throwing Knife Meteor!"

Ye Feng burst into tears.

In an instant, the whole prison went dark, endless darkness.

Because he didn't pay attention here, because of the immortal array here, Ye Feng couldn't attract Zhou Tian Xingchen, so there was only darkness and no meteors.

In this darkness, the fat Taoist priest took the immortal sword that turned into a dragon in his hand, and quickly rushed towards Ye Feng.

Ye Feng's body was suspended in the darkness, and his head danced wildly.

Suddenly, Ye Feng's whole person disappeared, and the fat Taoist priest's face became panicked.

A throwing knife, a little light, should have been at the end of this darkness, separated by an endless distance.

But in the blink of an eye, the flying knife snorted and plunged into his fairy sword.

Jiaolong roared instantly, screaming with great sorrow, poof, the fairy sword fell to the ground, and the flying knife was inserted into his shoulder.

Ye Feng leaned over and looked at the ** flying knife on the fat Taoist's shoulder.

A hideous smile appeared at the corner of his mouth, and he suddenly kicked the fat Taoist priest over.

The darkness is gone, and the light is seen again in the prison.

The group of prisoners whose eyes were full of anger just now were now replaced by shock.

They saw the fat Taoist priest lying on the iron pillar of the prison in a very embarrassed manner.

His whole body trembled, not to speak, and he was scurrying around with thunder and lightning, and he had a throwing knife stuck in his shoulder.

And the initiator of all these masterpieces is a new prisoner - Ye Feng!

Immediately, their eyes widened, their bodies were rickety, blood was constantly spurting out of their mouths, their clothes were torn, and the meridians on their skin were bursting, Ye Feng, who actually raised his palm, let out a cruel smile from the corner of his mouth, and directly absorbed the fat Taoist priest who was attached to the iron pillar.

The fat Taoist priest's shoulders were put on by Ye Feng's hands.

Then the fat Taoist priest's face was blown and sucked by the wind, puffing up for a while, and shrinking for a while.

His body trembled even more.

Two Kunpeng phantoms appeared above Ye Feng's arms.

After about ten breaths, the fat Taoist priest's body collapsed to the ground.

He looked very weak.

As for Ye Feng, he opened his eyes, and with a bang, his body shook slightly.

"Haha, the sixth layer of human immortals, I didn't expect it to break through like this. ”

After Ye Feng let out a sigh of emotion, the smile on the corner of his mouth became even worse.

He looked at the fat Taoist priest lying on the ground, and a trace of sympathy flashed in his eyes, and of course, a trace of ruthlessness.

"All of this is your own fault. ”

After Ye Feng finished speaking, the fat Taoist priest groaned twice, his face flushed, and he was so angry that he spit out a mouthful of blood.

He stretched out his finger and pointed at Ye Feng, gritting his teeth and saying; You...... You...... ......"

"Hehe, what am I? You are not strong, you are devoured by me, and you deserve it, if you don't want to die, get out of the way. Ye Feng held back the surging qi and blood in his heart and smiled coldly at this fat Taoist priest.

Although he had just devoured the immortal qi of the fat Taoist, there was still an urge to spurt blood in his body, so he could only suppress it strongly, otherwise this group of people would see it.