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Chapter 1284 The spirit of running

Hearing Ye Fengsheng's cold words, the middle-aged man opposite him just raised his eyelids slightly. There seemed to be no emotional fluctuation, but what swept out from him was the running spirit of his body.

"Let's see what kind of capital you, Ye's abandoned child, have in this place where I've heard of others!"

The middle-aged man breathed a cold breath and stomped his feet in the air. His body did not take off. The transparent air on his feet tore countless chaotic cracks on his arms. When the murderous aura was brewing in his hands, it suddenly disappeared from the spot, leaving only the cracks in the sky, making people look terrible.

Ye Fengsheng did nothing. He turned around slightly, as if he was casual, and easily avoided the fierce claw wind that appeared beside him.

Then he raised his hand, clenched his five fingers, and raised the middle knuckle. He accurately hit the elbow of the tight arm through his wide sleeves, but he failed to eliminate the power. Instead, he was shocked by the brewing soul inside and blew up a circle of spiritual ripples.

"It's better to use these clever measures."

With his wrist turned, his claws turned into fists. The middle-aged man snorted coldly. The first gust of wind was very strong, and he left unreal traces as he passed by in the air.

Ye Feng's voice raised his eyebrows slightly. In his eyes, the sky and the sky formed a small ripples. He let go of his fists and raised his fingers. His three fingers were parallel. His fingertips were filled with aura. After a while, he correctly blocked the fist that was hit from his face.

"crack".

A series of shocking explosions spread quickly, as if something had broken through the barrier, which was quite shocking.

The fist stopped. A trace of pain appeared in the middle-aged man's eyes. He was suppressed by it. The fist instinctively stopped in the air and wanted to retract it. However, Ye Fengsheng first held it in the palm of his hand and retreated half a step behind his body. When he pulled it, he raised his knee and hit his abdomen.

Of course, this is not the younger generation. When Ye Fengsheng was so difficult, the middle-aged man was not stingy with his fists and feet. When the heel left the ground, the sole of the shoe was gently raised. When the abdomen was hit, his body took advantage of the situation, but the fist still fell on Ye Fengsheng's palm, but it was not in a hurry. After his body was twisted into a strange look, Ye Fengsheng's foot stepped heavily on his waist. When Ye Fengsheng was in pain, he stretched out his hand. His body swung back and forth like a pendulum. It seemed that he had borrowed energy from the air and suddenly stepped on one foot. Then a deep footprint appeared in the air.

This foot should be on the wall!

The fist that initially used the Force was more powerful than the other three points after this foot. It pounced into Ye Fengsheng's arms.

The two people touched each other and Qiqi fell down. When they fell to the ground, Ye Fengsheng was underground, and the knot behind them was strong and could contact the blue bricks below. The ground was like a meteorite hit, with layers of spider-web-like fragments spreading in all directions.

After all, Ye Fengsheng's fist did not fall on his chest. On the contrary, the knee that Ye Fengsheng hit on the gravel tablet was accurately embedded in the abdomen of the middle-aged man, but he was not in a hurry to see the result of the impact. Ye Fengsheng's body and spirit soared into the sky and left the man. He did not forget to raise his legs and kick the man's head.

The middle-aged man gritted his teeth and bleeding from his mouth. He looked up and knew it was Ye Fengsheng.

Ye Fengsheng twisted his wrist and countless transparent short swords burst out from his palms, like a sea dragon, penetrated into the sky. They were in contact with the spirits that were directly towards the empty palms, and for a moment they could hear all kinds of intense hand-holding sounds.

Only by touching 5 daggers can one destroy a spiritual incarnation. After each spiritual incarnation fell, the middle-aged man's face seemed a little solemn. When the 32 Holy Spirits were completed, Ye Fengsheng had already taken away the last dagger in his hand and rushed straight to his front door.

He also knew that once the empty palm was formed, things would be completely messy today. So the middle-aged man quickly retreated and his handprints quickly turned, trying to take this opportunity to condense two more spiritual bodies, break through Ye Fengsheng's blockade line, and break the empty palm.

Ye Fengsheng raised his eyebrows slightly, looked at the fingerprints that were rotating rapidly on his chest, his fingertips were filled with spiritual energy. When he was in the air, he exploded with a pure energy visible to the naked eye, hitting a large position in his body accurately, immediately preventing his aura from being transmitted to the fingerprints of his palm, causing his aura to surge, almost backfire. The initial spiritual incarnation was also used to dispel the fog.

The middle-aged man who was not interrupted by Ye Fengsheng's trampling incident was a little at a loss and seemed a little dazed. Ye Fengsheng's fist was firmly clamped in his chest, and a clear fracture entered his eardrum from his body. For him, it was too late to mention the mental resistance in his body.

"Bang!"

The white fist and protruding bones stayed in place, and the huge aura of the fist gushed out, fully venting most of the middle-aged man. The energy of the explosion was to knock the corpse over in the air, fly out of the air, bring out a shadow, and then land heavily on the ground, dragging out a blood stain.

Clenched his fists and stopped walking. Ye Fengsheng never attacked again. Instead, he stood there and looked at the person struggling on the ground. He said weakly: "If you think it is Wen Renshi, I dare not do it. If you don't know how to advance and retreat, I will chop your head!"

The middle-aged man gritted his teeth and tried hard to get up from the ground. However, Ye Fengsheng's previous fist made great efforts. This body completely carries the catharsis of strength. The bones were traumatized. If it was stronger, it would hide danger in the body. The gain would not be worth the loss!

As he said that, Ye Feng turned his head slightly and glanced at the swollen cheeks in the distance. He looked at Wen Renhao in surprise, with a sneer on the corner of his mouth, and turned around and walked slowly towards Wen Renhao's yard.

A huge resentment surged in his heart and rushed into the sky, but the huge gap between the two made Wen Renhao suppress the contempt that Ye Fengsheng had. Whether it was his trembling body or his painful cheeks, he did not dare to look directly into Ye Fengsheng's eyes, and could only drink the hatred in his heart.

"The elder who executed Axing!"

It was not until Ye Fengsheng's back completely disappeared in front of him that he dared to walk to the middle-aged man and carefully picked him up.

He grabbed Wen Renhao's arm hard, and the elder who executed the execution gritted his teeth. After a long time, he spit out a word:

"Let's go!"

Yes, things end here. What if I am embarrassed and don’t leave?

Do you want to go to Zhia Hall to call the seven elders to do it? How could Ye Fengsheng say that he is also a guest? He has never made any mistakes. How could he catch him? It's just a word? Or is it because he is in a bad mood?

I think the words of the two elders who joined the WTO with the Heritage were exaggerated. Now, Ye Fengsheng really said that

The "Tianpo Sword" was killed! And it did use half a step to greet you, or even better power!

But how old he is!

In the heart of the executed old man Ye Fengsheng, there was no hatred or resentment towards him. They were all fear and fear!

Who can imagine the future achievements of a half-step baby at this age?

When Yeats was at this age, he was worried about how to break through the Realm Pill!

Fortunately, he is no longer yours. But why is he Ye’s?

Why can't such an excellent person hear other people's names?
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