"Swish!" When the two collided, Wu Xiangge's arm shook. The skin on his arm twisted strangely, and it dissolved the energy on Ye Feng's fist. However, his claws were like a poisonous snake opening their mouth, biting Ye Feng's fist hard. With a stroke of his sharp nails, it brought out several red blood marks. This was because Ye Feng had spiritual energy to protect his body and was powerful. If it were an ordinary person, I was afraid that his entire fist would have been cut off now.
The pain from the fist made Ye Feng's eyelids tremble, but he was not at all panicked. As soon as his fist was spinning, his five fingers spread out, he turned into a push, and a palm hit Wu Xiangge's chest, directly knocking Wu Xiangge away.
"Puchi!" Ye Feng was injured in his palm, and Wu Xiangge was also hit by a hard palm in his chest, and he couldn't help but spit out blood. Seeing the situation, Ye Feng took advantage. But Wu Xiangge laughed. Ye Feng on the other side covered his injured arm.
Wu Xiangge had that smelly black liquid all over his body. At the moment when the fist claws were fighting, the black liquid on Wu Xiangge's palm hit Ye Feng's fist. The most terrifying thing was that after these black liquids appeared on Ye Feng's fist, they all frantically entered Ye Feng's palm like vampires!
"How evil!" I couldn't help but have a cold war in my heart. The blood flowed backwards on the palm, forcing out all the black liquid. At the same time, the power of the Wood Soul and the healing power of the Ziyun Holy Energy in the body were simultaneously activated.
"It's not that simple to force it out!" Wu Xiangge suddenly shouted loudly and rushed towards Ye Feng again in an instant. When attacking, his fists sometimes changed into palms and sometimes changed into claws... Wu Xiangge easily took all kinds of attacks.
Ye Feng was not willing to be outdone. The Three Purgatory Infernal Sword was suddenly put out again. It was just because of the strange liquid on Wu Xiangge's body that he was conservative in fighting. Under Wu Xiangge's crazy attack, he retreated continuously and was at a disadvantage.
In the midst of lightning, Ye Feng fought with Wu Xiangge for more than ten rounds. The two sides fists fists and the attacks were extremely sharp. If you were not careful, you would suffer a considerable injury. But in general, this violent confrontation was obviously Wu Xiangge had the upper hand, but Ye Feng could only barely maintain it.
"Bang!"
The two of them fought fiercely again, and the continuous and powerful spiritual energy like a wave finally made Ye Feng retreat suddenly. His chest felt dull, and Ye Feng couldn't help but spit out a mouthful of blood, and he was actually injured.
After repelling Ye Feng, Wu Xiangge did not seize the opportunity to attack again. Then he looked at his torn sleeve robe and was extremely surprised: "You have really surprised me too much. Do you know that my sleeve robe is a seven-tribulation pseudo-celestial artifact. It was even more impossible to break his sword in the first level of the Nine Realm under the fusion of my black Yin blood. But you did it and even slashed my arm."
"Are you so surprised just by hurting your arm? I'm going to take your life. If you weren't for your stinky thing, you would have lost. But now, it seems that the liquid on your body is flowing less and less, and your strength is getting weaker and weaker. After all, it's not the orthodox self-improvement. I don't know how many minutes you can hold on." With a cold smile, Yuan Ye shook his hand, and the huge Three-Perished Purgatory Sword flashed out. The fighting spirit in his body instantly rioted, and finally rushed into the sword like a tide. And with such a powerful fighting spirit infusing, the long sword suddenly became golden and green, and the two forces merged on the sword.
"Hmph, let's see who dies!" Seeing Ye Feng fusing his strength again, Wu Xiangge raised his eyebrows, and then he dries his big hand aimed at Ye Feng from afar. The black liquid on his body condenses wildly in his palm.
When the power on the Sanjue Purgatory Sword merged to a peak, Ye Feng's sword suddenly slashed down! A huge golden green sword light that was ten meters long suddenly shot out from the tip of the long sword, and finally cut through the space and left Wu Xiangge.
"Black Yin Palm!" Looking at the golden and green sword light that rapidly expanded in the pupils, Wu Xiangge's pupils shrank slightly, and then he shouted in a deep voice. The black liquid in his palm and even the black liquid in his body shone brightly. Then a huge hand of energy several feet appeared strangely, and finally, with a fierce wind, he slapped the sword light down fiercely.
"boom!"
Under the gaze of countless gazes of Fengyuan Sect, the two attacks were attacks containing extremely terrifying power, and finally collided with each other. At this moment, the harsh energy explosion sounded like thunder in the sky, making both ears temporarily deaf. The overwhelming energy ripples spread out from the collision.
Wu Xiangge narrowed his eyes slightly and looked at the space that seemed distorted because of the spread of energy ripples. Just as he was about to sense Ye Feng's direction, his face changed rapidly. A golden green figure suddenly flew out from the spread of energy ripples, and appeared in front of him in an instant. The fist mixed with powerful power smashed straight towards his face.
This was almost a moment. Wu Xiangge just discovered something wrong, and the fierce attack had hit his face firmly. At that moment, a mouthful of red blood spurted out from countless horrifying gazes below!
Ye Feng used his full force to exert his attack, and it hit him directly in the face. This was the place where he pretended to be his head, and it was absolutely vital. It almost killed Wu Xiangge with one punch.
"Wu Xiangge, after the attack just now, you don't seem to have that kind of black liquid on you. How many minutes can you hold on to me without that weird thing? Three minutes or two minutes?" Ye Feng looked at Wu Xiangge who had not been awakened by himself and sneered, "Although it is also a way to increase your strength by relying on evil ways, you are still not yours after all."
"Ye Feng, don't be too happy too early! Whoever died in battle may be!" Wu Xiangge laughed strangely, and his palm suddenly surged, and he rushed into the crowd of Fengyuan Sect in an instant. Suddenly, the people of Fengyuan Sect saw such a demon suddenly rushing towards him, and they all ran away in horror.
"Hehehe, it's you!" Wu Xiangge instantly locked his eyes on Leng Fei, the strongest master of Fengyuan Sect. "Get out!" Faced with this demon, Leng Fei was so scared that he lost his soul. He immediately tried to wave his sword with his backhand. However, his speed was too slow compared to Wu Xiangge, and the knife was still in mid-air. However, Wu Xiangge's black mist-surging hand had already grabbed Leng Fei's abdomen, directly scratching his abdomen. Finally, he pulled it hard, and the blood-covered palm grabbed an energy dantian, opened his mouth and ate it. The sound of chewing slowly came from Wu Xiangge's mouth in a terrifying way. Even his face was covered with Leng Fei's blood.
At this moment, everyone's expressions became extremely ugly!