Peerless Martial Soul

Even Yang Buyi had a smile on his face and gently twirled his beard. He was very proud of his grandnephew. This was the best martial spirit the Yang family had produced in the past twenty years.

A look of worry appeared on the faces of Han Yu'er and others. Although Shen Yanbing's face remained normal, her little hands were clenched slightly, which still exposed her mood.

Chen Feng sneered: "Are you the only one with a martial spirit?"

As soon as he finished speaking, six consecutive yellow lights flashed behind him, and the figure of Xiang Liu Wuhun quietly emerged. At this time, Xiang Liu Wuhun had already grown two heads, and his huge body was tens of meters long, which gave people a great sense of oppression.

"Xiang Liu's martial spirit is actually the ancient demon god Xiang Liu!"

"The sixth-grade Huang-level spirit is higher than Yang Jingtian's fifth-grade Huang-level martial spirit!"

This time, the exclamations and shocking cries that broke out from the crowd were even louder than when they saw Yang Jingtian's Snowflake Martial Spirit just now.

The disciples who were watching were completely shocked. Xuehua Wuhun was already powerful enough, but the ancient demon god Xiang Liu Wuhun was obviously better.

Many people's eyes flashed with deep jealousy. These two disciples who had just entered the inner sect were really geniuses! It is simply enviable to death.

The appearance of the double-headed Liu Wuhun even moved many inner sect elders.

As if offering a treasure, Mr. Xu smiled and said to the old man next to him: "Say, what do you think? This guy I like is good, right?"

The corner of the old man's mouth twitched slightly, and he said calmly: "Now it seems that the talent is still good, and the martial spirit is also acceptable, but I just don't know what the will to fight is like. On the journey of warrior cultivation, sometimes the will is even more important than the talent."

Xu Laowei smiled and said, "Just keep looking down."

Yang Chao's laughter stopped suddenly, as if it was cut in half, with a look of embarrassment and anger on his face. He just said that Yang Jingtian's martial spirit was something that Chen Feng couldn't even envy, and now Chen Feng's martial arts The soul appeared, but it was more powerful than Yang Jingtian's, making him feel like he had been slapped hard on the face, burning and hurting.

Chen Feng turned his head with a sarcastic smile on his face: "Elder, what do you think of this martial spirit? Is it enough? Is it better than your nephew's martial spirit?"

Yang Chao looked grim: "Boy, you are looking for death."

A look of displeasure flashed across Yang Buyi's face. This disciple named Chen Feng was too arrogant and did not know how to advance or retreat.

Chen Feng said coldly: "You can be so arrogant and humiliate me at will, and I can't even talk back?"

"Where does all this nonsense come from?" Yang Jingtian shouted sternly: "Come and pick up my Ice Palm again!"

As he spoke, he pushed out his palms, and palm prints filled the sky, falling down. This time, with the blessing of his Feixue Dancing Soul, the power of the Ice Palm increased by at least 30%, and the number of palm prints also increased by 30%, making it impossible to judge the reality. After this palm was struck, the sound was extremely powerful, making people feel unable to resist at all.

Chen Feng laughed loudly, and once again drew his sword with thunder and struck out with a violent thunder strike. This time, he struck out with nine swords in succession.

This time, Chen Feng did not use the Dragon Elephant Fighting Technique, but the Hunyuan Yi Qigong. With the support of Xiang Liu Wuhun, the Hunyuan Yi Qigong was running crazily, with nine acupoints and eighty-one cyclones. Spin rapidly together. A huge amount of Gang Qi surged in Chen Feng's body. At this moment, severe pain came from his meridians and acupoints, making Chen Fengyang still scream to the sky.

However, the power of his sword was even more violent and powerful, as if it could split mountains. The sword-like and needle-like Qi of Hunyuan Yi Qigong increased the power of Crazy Thunder Slash. Chen Feng slashed out nine swords one after another, and actually directly chopped Yang Jingtian's ice palm into pieces.

Chen Feng laughed loudly and said: "Yang Jingtian, what other skills do you have? Use them one by one!"

A gloomy look flashed in Yang Jingtian's eyes. Chen Feng's difficulty and strength were beyond his expectation. He thought he could solve the battle with Ice Palm, but now it seems completely impossible. There was determination in his eyes. It seems that he has made up his mind.

He remained silent and without saying a word, struck out with Ice Palm again, while Chen Feng used Crazy Thunder Slash to fight.

And at the moment when the ice palm was shattered by the violent thunder, suddenly, a rose-red projectile was thrown out from Yang Jingtian's sleeve and hit Chen Feng squarely.

Chen Feng was caught off guard and could not resist at all. The moment the projectile hit Chen Feng, everyone heard a loud bang, and then felt the flames pavement. The surroundings were originally as cold as winter, but suddenly became as hot as In summer, many people have sweat dripping from their foreheads.

It turned out that the moment the projectile hit Chen Feng, an extremely violent flame erupted from the projectile, wrapping Chen Feng inside it in an instant.

A huge fire ball appeared on the stage of life and death.

The ice on the stage has all melted, and even the ice and snow below are melting. Although they are far away, people still feel hot. Looking at the fire, there was a look of horror in his eyes.