Pei Shan was light in the void. Then in the blank area behind Ye Feng's voice, there were countless broken traces of glass. When the spider web spread rapidly, the fleeting figure would break. When his body turned upside down, he stepped on the air and left the room like a shell. He tilted slightly in the air towards Ye Feng's voice, and his body that seemed to be unable to fall was blown away!

The entire area quickly formed a huge illusion transparent fist seal under the fist! Terrible!

Ye Fengsheng twisted his wrist and a meteor palm sword appeared on him. He held the hilt of the sword unreasonably and the sword body rotated at high speed. The sharp blade, like thunder, brought out a magnificent tornado.

Under the first seal, Ye Feng's voice not only did not decrease, but increased. As his body was rising, the space under his feet was broken, and the spider web that broke the space burst and spread rapidly for three miles. At some point, no place could be seen by the naked eye.

When the first fingerprint fell three inches above Ye Fengsheng's head, Ye Fengsheng finally grabbed the meteor sword. A crisp and loud clanging sound, like the roar of an evil dragon, Ye Fengsheng raised his head suddenly and the dagger penetrated into the clouds.

His spirit is like Mount Tai. It is indestructible and unshakable. His sword is like a tide. It is endless.

The sword power and fist seal are far apart from each other and are completely in contact in an instant. Time seems to have such a stagnant moment. After a few breaths, tsunami-like waves appeared above the sky.

The manic aura around was sweeping around madly. The gray chaos, and the colorless lotus seeds were blooming slowly, quietly leaving its traces in this mixed area of ​​manic death.

Ye Fengsheng's body fell sharply and stepped on the top of the mountain by the river. After digging a big hole, he couldn't wait to let his body roll down from the bottom of the mountain. He jumped up first, then flew towards Kong Zheng, and rushed straight towards the old Hunda who was in chaos.

When he was in life and death, Ye Fengsheng didn't even care what Lin Jiangshan would look like after he left. He only used the spiritual power accumulated by the spiritual collection array over the past half century!

Landslides and cracks! Big rocks roll!

Ye Fengsheng's five fingers spread out in the air. The elves lingering on the five fingers are purple. Some bloodlines are intertwined, shaped like meridians. There is an unshakable strange trend that is rapidly condensed in a crazy way. There is an image of a broken void in the dark!

In the chaos, Peishan looked down on the younger generation who dared to take the initiative to attack. He had no expression on his face.

He raised his hand gently, and the wide sleeves surged wildly. A huge brown palm behind him blinked, and as he pressed his palm, it hung high on Ye Fengsheng's head.

The powerful empty palm shattered the empty space and even swallowed up all the chaos around it. Under this huge palm pattern, there was a strange white light, which overturned a layer of traces after deformation.

No matter what, Peishan is also one of the most powerful five generations in the world. Although there are differences between peaks and peaks, he is still far from Yeats's opponent, but Ye Feng is still a mountain! More importantly, he is born with a cruel heart and has never been divided.

Taking advantage of this, Ye Fengsheng flew through the sky, leaving light purple spiritual traces, and had the most direct contact with the huge hand in the sky.

The whole sky was swept by the waves of spirit, and it suddenly exploded in this circle. Ye Fengsheng's voice fell from a height of a thousand feet. He fell from the river and the mountain like a popular person. He fell into the lower reaches of the river and stirred up storm!

On the other hand, Peishan was still standing in the air, indifferent. Nothing happened except for the sound of leaves and the phoenix resisting his surprise in the air.

Ye Fengsheng, who fell into the water, dared not slacken off. Even if he was defeated by this palm, he would not feel defeated. Although he did not block Pei Shan's empty palm, Pei Shan's heart-killing palm did not interrupt the spiritual flow in his body. As long as his spirit is still there, he will not die.

On the contrary, if you are defeated by him, or you tear a crack open, you may be killed by him at any time.

Looking at Ye Feng's boiling voice, Pei Shan gently:

"resistance".

Then I waved my sleeve robe again. Several visible halos fell off the sleeve robe. After a while, I rushed towards Ye Fengsheng like lightning.

The skills of the three nations blend together, and the spiritual energy of the human body flows continuously along the wide meridians. Ye Fengsheng's boiling spiritual energy of the body is the essence of it. Before thunder and lightning, it surging like the rain waves on the lake.

Ye Fengsheng stood in the air without retreating. He looked coldly at Peishan in the distance. On his palm, a thin strand of blood dripped from his knuckles.

The three elves who were beheaded make a clanging sound, surrounded by their bodies, and a sword formation appears under their feet. Standing in the air, presenting a mysterious and elegant meaning in the sunlight.

This time, Ye Feng's feet stepped on the array's eyes and raised his hands slightly. Blood flowed out of his palms, like black and red lines. He slowly poured it into the dark sword formation formed by the ghost chopping sword along the invisible track Zheng had an unnatural blood on the three dark short swords around him.

Feed the sword with your body!

In the past, Ye Fengsheng was extremely disdainful of blood sucking, but in this case, he did not think too much, but decided to use his own blood to supply and consume it.

Only after real battles can we know how terrible Beishan is. Yuan Ying is the five most powerful experts in the world. He doesn't know how much he has. He can't fight him. He has exhausted his means, but he can only barely guarantee his integrity. He wants to hurt him, but there is no way.

If you keep guarding for a long time, you will lose, not to mention that Pei Shan has not made all your efforts. Ye Fengsheng can't imagine that he has been defending and passively enduring Pei Shan's attack. What will happen in the end? But he knows very well that even if he dies, he can't make Pei Shan, a rebellious old man, too easy to win! Even if you really die, you have to leave him a profound lesson!

There were no thousands of swords in the sword formation. The three swords that Ye Fengsheng used blood to pour out were the three spiritual swords flying back and forth. With the infusion of blood, a red line appeared on the original black sword hilt, echoing the color of the Dark Sword. Where the three swords flew, dark red lotus flowers bloomed and slowly crossed, which was particularly eye-catching.

That night, Pei Qi once said that the spirit of the blade was an unknown sword. It was not only the spirit of the earth, but also the cultivation of the sword holder. When he waved the sword, he also left irreparable scars on the meridians of the sword holder.

Ye Fengsheng never denied this. At the same time, he knew very well that when he waved his sword, it was not only the spirit of the outside world, but also the spirit of the body. With his strong will, he forcibly ignored the trauma on the meridians.

A person who may die at any time has any potential for damage in his body, but anyone who is not stupid is very clear that this matter cannot affect any of his decisions.

I seemed to have enough blood to drink. It turned out that these three swords slowly rose along a unique trajectory to three inches above Ye Fengsheng's head, and the head and tail were gathered together, and the surrounding swords scattered and immediately divided the surrounding halo into two layers. There was a circle of cutting halo in the middle, and the halo was light red!
Chapter completed!