Peerless Martial Soul

A huge dragon claw appeared quietly, one-third larger than the previous dragon claw of the God of Destruction, and its surface shone with a steel-like light.

Then, this huge dragon claw tore on the red cloud.

There was a loud bang, and some disciples with low strength were directly knocked out by the aftermath of the explosion, vomiting blood!

An explosion exploded, and everyone was horrified to find that the red cloud shot by Lie Huosheng disappeared without a trace.

Everyone looked at Chen Feng with a look of horror that could not be concealed: "This person is so powerful that he can withstand a full blow from the strong man on the eighth floor!"

Even An Xueqing was very surprised when she looked at Chen Feng.

Lie Huosheng looked at Chen Feng with contempt, as if looking at an ant, and did not take him to heart at all.

"It turns out that you only know one trick. This trick of yours is as powerful as a full-strength strike from a strong man on the eighth floor. But it's a pity that I can achieve such power with just one strike!"

"You can withstand my first blow, can you withstand the second one?"

"In front of me, you are just a humble ant!"

As he said that, he clapped his palm again.

This time, Chen Feng was really unable to resist. All the blood-red energy in his body had disappeared.

That blow just now consumed everything he had!

It was even difficult for him to stand now, but he still gritted his teeth, held his head high, and straightened his body like a javelin, blocking Shen Yanbing and An Xueqing.

Rang looked at Lie Huosheng and said coldly: "So what if I'm not your opponent?"

"I'm just standing here. If I want to kill them both, step over my body first!"

He was so heroic, laughed loudly, and had no fear of life or death.

Lie Huosheng snorted coldly: "Then I will take your life!"

The strength of the powerful person in the eighth level of Shenmen Realm gave Chen Feng a feeling of extreme pressure and no way to defeat him, and a feeling of despair arose in his heart.

It's too powerful, the opponent is too powerful!

But Chen Feng immediately dispelled this despair without fear!

Seeing that Lie Huosheng's blow was about to hit Chen Feng, An Xueqing let out a soft drink, and blood spurted out. The essence and blood in her body burned crazily, and she fired six or seven palm winds in succession.

The emerald green palm wind blows like a spring breeze, and wherever it goes, the red fire clouds are all extinguished!

She was obviously burning her essence and blood to resist Lie Huosheng.

At this time, a loud roar suddenly came from the distance: "Lie Huosheng, stop!"

Then, a yellow figure came over here.

Behind him, there were more than a dozen people also wearing yellow clothes.

The leader was a young man of about thirty years old, short and strong, with an unattractive appearance, but his aura was extremely calm, like a mountain.

He blasted out a palm and hit Lie Huosheng on the side, forcing Lie Huosheng to pull back.

The two collided with each other with punches and kicks, and each took a few steps back. They were evenly matched.

The two of them landed on the ground. Lie Huosheng looked at the short and stocky young man with cold eyes and said in a cold voice:

"Shi Lei, this is a matter between my Fiery Fire Branch Sect and Blue Water Sect. It has nothing to do with your Houtu Branch Sect, so don't meddle in other people's business!"

The stocky young man sneered and said: "Liehousheng, our Houtu branch sect and Bishui sect have been one family for hundreds of years!"

"As long as I am here, how can I allow you to wantonly slaughter the senior sisters and junior sisters of the Bishui Water Sect?"

With that said, he turned around and gave instructions to the people behind him: "You guys, why don't you hurry up and help the senior sisters of Bishui Water Sect up?"

The young men in yellow clothes behind him nodded.

In the battle between Chen Feng and Lie Huosheng just now, many women from the Bishui Shui Sect were affected by the aftermath, fell to the ground, vomited blood, and were still exhausted on the ground.

These people from the Houtu branch sect quickly helped them up.

One of them, a rather handsome and delicate boy of seventeen or eighteen years old, helped Zhang Bing up with a sincere smile.

Unexpectedly, Zhang Bing slapped him in the face and shouted in a cold voice: "Who wants you to help me? Get your dirty hands off!"

The young man was stunned and looked at Shi Lei as if asking for help.

A wry smile appeared on Shi Lei's face and he said: "Junior brother Zheng, if this junior sister hits you, you will bear it."

Many people from the Houtu branch sect nearby laughed and said, "Zheng Hongchao, it is your blessing to have a junior sister from the Bishuihui sect beat you!"

"Yes, hitting is kissing, scolding is loving!"

"Haha, the blow was quite hard this time. It looks like they are really close!"

Zhang Bing's face turned red with anger and he cursed angrily: "Damn you guys, shut up!"

Chen Feng watched from the side and felt a little strange.

It seemed that the people of the Bishui Sect were not very grateful to the Houtu Branch. When the people of the Houtu Branch tried to help them, most of them were pushed away by them. They would rather struggle and stagger to stand up than ask for their help.

People like the Hou Tu Fen Sect, it can be said that they never retaliate when hit or scolded, and they look like they are resigned to the situation. At most, they only make a few teasing remarks.

Obviously, the relationship between the two is quite complicated.

This young man named Zheng Hongchao had no choice but to accept it aggrievedly when he heard what his senior brother said.

He saw Zhang Bing swaying, a little unsteady, and wanted to reach out to help her. Zhang Bing glared at him, and Zheng Hongchao was so frightened that he quickly retracted his hand.

Lie Huosheng shouted sternly: "Shi Lei, get out of here! Otherwise I will be rude to you."