94.Chapter 94: The Might of the Wind Blade

"What is the power of the spiritual vein?" the yellow-robed thin martial artist beside him frowned and asked. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. biqUgE怂 ļ½‰ļ½Žļ½†ļ½

"This is a special power that can only be stimulated by a peak martial artist of the Spirit Vein Realm, and it is an existence that surpasses the True Yuan! Ouyang Hu only has the eighth layer of the Spirit Vein Realm, and he actually stimulates the power of the Spirit Vein, it is incredible!" The blue-robed martial artist had an unbelievable look on his face.

The yellow-robed thin martial artist groaned slightly, frowned and said, "He is the second young master of the Ouyang family, and he can't enjoy the cultivation resources, maybe he has eaten some elixir?"

The blue-robed martial artist stared at Ouyang Hu stunned, and after a blink of an eye, his eyes flashed, and he nodded thoughtfully and said: "I see! This is not the complete 'power of the spiritual vein', but the prototype of the power of the spiritual vein, but even so, it is very amazing! With the blessing of the power of the spiritual vein, Ye Chen has no reason to win, and it is a blessing to be lucky not to die!"

The yellow-robed thin warrior's face changed when he heard this, and his gaze at Ye Chen became extremely regretful.

"The power of the spiritual vein?" Ye Chen couldn't help but be a little puzzled when he heard this, he had never heard of this kind of power before, listening to the blue-robed martial artist's explanation, it seemed that the power of this spiritual vein was really extraordinary.

After a moment of silence, Ouyang Hu let out a cruel laugh, and two fists slammed out again with both arms.

The huge white tiger was transformed again, only this time it became extremely solid, almost like a real giant tiger, and what was even more amazing was that this giant tiger was shrouded in a layer of twisted translucent fluctuations, as if wearing an invisible shield.

"Is this the effect of the power of the spiritual veins?" Ye Chen's pupils contracted, and his face was cloudy.

In the blink of an eye, the white giant tiger had already rushed out, Ouyang Hu used all his strength this time, without any reservations, his purpose was not to defeat Ye Chen, but to kill Ye Chen on the spot.

"Hahahaha! Die!" Ouyang Hu's face turned red and roared loudly.

"If you want to kill me, it's not that easy!" Ye Chen laughed, and the True Yuan around him suddenly exploded, and an astonishing momentum spread out, forcing the many martial artists watching the battle in front of the inn to retreat a few steps.

"What a strong coercion!" The blue-robed warrior's face changed, and his body shook a few times before he regained his footing, and his heart was shocked.

The yellow-robed thin warrior was even more unbearable, and he barely stabilized after five or six steps of kicking back, and his face was also shocked.

On the long street, there was a sudden white light, Ye Chen waved his palms, and seventy-two wind and thunder instantly appeared, each palm was extremely condensed, exuding a powerful momentum!

"What kind of kung fu is this?" The blue-robed martial artist stared at the white giant palm that covered the sky with wide eyes, and his heart was terrified.

"Oh my God, if this is a group fight, won't a large number of people die?" said the yellow-robed thin warrior with a shocked expression.

In the rumbling thunder, seventy-two wind and thunder palms surged out overwhelmingly, and the white giant tiger opened its bloody mouth widely, and its claws swung wildly to meet the attack.

The crazy tiger roar and the rumbling muffled thunder resounded one after another, and the spiritual light flashed on the long street, and the fluctuations of the true yuan turned into ripples visible to the naked eye and rippled in the air.

Although the white giant tiger was protected by the power of the spiritual vein, it could only barely block most of the bombardment of the wind and thunder palms, and the remaining half of the power exploded and the unprotected giant tiger annihilated each other.

"Impossible! This is impossible!" Ouyang Hu's face changed, and he roared in anger.

Ye Chen had no intention of fighting, and before the other party could make another move, his body shook and rushed into the air, and under the wild slap of his palms, seventy-two wind and thunder palms flashed out again.

The sound of wind and thunder resounded around again, and the dense white palm crushed towards Ouyang Hu with a momentum that covered the sky and the sun.

"How can this kid Zhenyuan be so strong?" Ouyang Hu's eyes twitched violently, and his heart was shocked.

The previous attack almost consumed most of his true yuan, and in a hurry, he could no longer use the same power, but Ye Chen's wind and thunder palm was better than before, which really shocked him.

The many warriors in front of the inn were completely dumbfounded.

"The third layer of the Spirit Vein Realm? Is he really only the third layer of the Spirit Vein Realm?" The blue-robed martial artist had no longer the previous state of a wise man, and his face became very dazed.

"Can such a trick be repeated in a short period of time?" the yellow-robed thin warrior muttered to himself with his eyes straight.

Next to the window of the inn, the mysterious woman looked at Ye Chen quietly, and the extremely rare look of emotion appeared on the ground, and then muttered to herself.

"It seems that this person is a strong contender for me to enter Draco City. ā€

Although Ouyang Hu is unable to repeat his old skills, his cultivation is not fake, and it is certainly not a problem to only defend and not attack.

Seeing the wind and thunder slamming down his head and face, he shouted violently, and the white light around his body surged wildly, and a layer of True Yuan shield instantly conjured out, firmly protecting him.

Thundered!

In the next moment, seventy-two wind and thunder palms slapped down wildly, and the terrifying loud sound lasted for several breaths.

After the True Yuan fluctuations dissipated, Ouyang Hu was wearing a layer of white True Yuan shield, looking at Ye Chen in mid-air with a fluke on his face.

"The defensive power of the eighth layer of the Spirit Vein Realm is so strong?" Ye Chen frowned, and couldn't help but be surprised.

After a moment of thought, a flash of inspiration flashed in his mind, and with a flip of his right palm, a white wind blade with a length of a foot suddenly shot out.

Sting!

The piercing sword roar suddenly sounded and was fleeting, and Ouyang Hu's face suddenly froze with a smile on his face.

After the white wind blade slashed, the layer of True Yuan Shield that could not be touched by lightning suddenly cracked open from it, and the next moment it suddenly collapsed.

"How is it possible?" Ouyang Hu was shocked and angry, and his heart was shocked to the extreme.

He took a deep breath, his face was resolute, and his palms were about to slap out as soon as he raised his palms.

At this moment, a thunderous shout suddenly sounded in mid-air.

"Nine Heavenly Dragons!"

Before the words fell, Ye Chen's figure suddenly blurred, and a green dragon phantom more than ten zhang long conjured out, and as soon as the claws were formed, he stepped down without hesitation.

Roar!

The furious dragon groan sounded, and Ouyang Hu's palms were just halfway slapped out before he was stomped back by the huge dragon claws.

The powerful True Yuan suddenly surged back, and Ouyang Hu couldn't withstand this backlash, and his face instantly turned blood-red.

Wow!

With a muffled snort, a blood arrow erupted from Ouyang Hu's mouth, splashing several feet away.

"Ahem...... cough" Ouyang Hu gasped violently and coughed, but fortunately, he had a deep foundation and forcibly broke free, and was not trampled under Ye Chen's feet.

In the blink of an eye, the phantom of the green dragon dispersed, and Ye Chen turned over and floated to the ground.

"Spirit Vein Realm Eighth Layer, that's all!" Ye Chen pursed his lips, shook his head and sneered, stretched out a finger and shook it at Ouyang Hu.

Burst!

Ouyang Hu was furious, and spurted out a mouthful of old blood again: "You...... You wait for me! I will not take revenge...... I'm Ouyang Hu...... I swear not to be a man!"

Ouyang Hu said a cruel word, then forcibly stood up and stumbled away.