There is no way to escape, so I can only choose to resist!
"Zheng Huai, do you think you killed me?" Ye Feng sneered. His strongest thing was defense. With the pseudo-Heaven artifact Tianyi armor and his own tempering muscles and bones, Ye Feng could still withstand Zheng Huai's attack. More importantly, Ye Feng was also resisting, not standing there for Zheng Huai to beat him.
Ye Feng could hold on for a while, but Zheng Huai's honour realm might not last long.
"Boom!" "Boom!" "Boom!"
In an instant, a large number of stick shadows hit Ye Feng. This time, he lost the Tianyi Sword, and Ye Feng could only resist with his fist. It was not that Ye Feng had no other weapons, but Ye Feng found that other weapons could only fight with the black stick once, and then they shattered directly. It was not that the weapons were not as hard as humans, but after the black stick had red gas flowing, the hardness was no less than that of the pseudo-Heavenly Artifact. This was also the problem that the Tianyi Sword did not cut it off. This time, Ye, who had always bullied people with better treasures.
Feng became the target of bullying. Not only that, after using the Zun Realm, Zheng Huai's strength was already one level stronger. Facing the stick shadow, Ye Feng's two fists could only block one of the two attacks, but the other could only be forced to do so. In just a few breaths, Ye Feng was hit with thirty sticks on his body, and his whole body was as if he were sandbags, and he was beaten around in the air. Tianyi's armor was facing the shattered edge, and his body inside was even more shocked and his internal organs were damaged.
After more than thirty combos, the attack power has also increased.
"Puchi!"
Ye Feng's chest was blown away by a ferocious wound that almost penetrated his chest. Blood was pouring outwards, and the broken bones were also white. What blasted Ye Feng's defense was Zheng Huai's seemingly final blow, and this series of attacks finally came to an end.
"Hmph, you're dead!" Zheng Huai laughed wildly regardless of his overloaded injuries, "I didn't let go of the fight before, do you think you could beat me? I'm a Saint-level powerhouse. If I hadn't been seriously injured, you thought you could beat me!"
"Hello~" Ye Feng's spiritual energy immediately swelled up. The holy bead on the Tianyi heart protection glass made every effort to repair the wound. At the same time, the cracked wound on the surface of the body was also repaired quickly. This time the injury was very serious and very serious. If an ordinary person did not die, he would lose his combat power. But as long as Ye Feng was given time, Ye Feng could fight again in a short time.
"Hmm? I still want to recover. I'll let you recover from your injuries!" Zheng Huai's eyes were cold, and he swallowed the blood from his mouth into his stomach, and then raised the black stick and attacked him again.
Boom boom boom boom...
More than a dozen stick shadows all hit Ye Feng. Ye Feng was also seriously injured at this time, and his dodging speed was extremely slow. This time he was even smashed into a deep pit and buried by countless earth and rocks. He never rushed out as before. The huge vibration even made the underground palace of Ten Thousand Swords shaking, and some of the soil and rocks in the sky began to fall.
Ye Feng's Wanjian Underground Palace was built more than forty miles underground. The rock layer of more than forty miles is already very thick, and the surrounding walls are protected by formation restrictions, which can completely withstand the huge water pressure of tens of millions of tons. But it is not a problem yet. Now, in a row of battles, two super masters with the attack power of the Saint Lord kept bombarding the Ten Thousand Sword Underground Palace, and the Ten Thousand Sword Underground Palace was in danger of collapse.
"Damn it, with such a big shock, the fourth brother still didn't come up below. When I recover, I will definitely not be able to spare you! But after this battle, I am afraid that even the tenth brother will not be able to beat. This time the price is too high." Zheng Huai half-kneeled on the ground, spitting out three mouthfuls of blood in a row, and then cursed fiercely. Finally, he slowly closed his eyes, hoping to temporarily suppress his injuries.
At this time, his injuries were so serious that he almost lost his combat power. The power of the Saint Lord in his body had been exhausted. Even the Venerable Realm, the red energy began to dissipate and disappear. But all this was not important. What was important was that he won, at least Zheng Huai thought so.
On the ground, Zheng Huai tried hard to suppress his injuries, but he found that his injuries were even worse than he thought. For ten minutes, he still did not completely suppress his injuries. The so-called one-stop effort, and then declined, and exhausted three times. Now that the opponent is dead, Zheng Huai felt like a deflated ball. Not to mention fighting, he couldn't even move his fingers.
But that's it-
"Swoosh!"
The Tianyi Sword rushed directly into the deep pit. At the same time, a sound full of dust and blood rushed up in the deep pit, and suddenly slashed at Zheng Huai. As soon as the sword shadow came out, the space was shaking strangely, making a low whine.
"One more! The twelfth sword of the Demon Sword Technique!" Ye Feng roared with an indomitable momentum!
The space sword technique and the demon sword technique were used together again, and Ye Feng was seriously injured at this time, and he also used this move with an overload!
"You are not dead!" Seeing this scene, Zheng Huai's blood-red eyes widened. Without time to think about it, he lifted his body, which was like a fill of lead, and flew up.
Puff puff puff puff puff...
Countless sword energy collided with the stick shadow, but this time the black stick lost its red power and became extremely fragile. It was cut off by the Heavenly Sword in just one confrontation, and the spiritual energy carried by the black stick was only shattered one by one in an instant!
Ye Feng's attack was even more fierce. This was still his last move, and all his power was condensed on this last blow!
If you fail, you will be successful!
After cutting off the black stick, the Tianyi Sword directly stabbed Zheng Huai's dantian.
This was a long time to accumulate momentum, which contained all Ye Feng's power, and the speed of the Tianyi Battle Boots was superimposed at 14 times faster. What's more important is that Zheng Huai was at the end of his strength at this time. When he discovered this fatal danger, Ye Feng was too close to him.
After recovering from the injury underground, he was ready to take a full blow, facing Zheng Huai who was completely relaxing his guard and was closing his eyes to calm down. Zheng Huai had no time to counterattack. Facing the bottom-up stab of Tianyi Sword, he could only retreat and dodge, but he was slower after all. In an instant, Ye Feng, who was greatly increased by Tianyi Sword, stabbed into Zheng Huai's dantian hard. Zheng Huai felt the breath of death!
However, the Saint Lord is the most powerful existence in this world after all. After practicing for a million years, Zheng Huai could not kill it like this. After all, Ye Feng and his strength are too great. If he was not injured, even if the three Ye Fengs combined, they might not be able to beat Zheng Huai. Therefore, Zheng Huai just turned his hand and used the transformed red arm to pinch the sword edge of the Tianyi Sword. Under the absolute power gap, even if Ye Feng tried his best, he could not get his Tianyi Sword to escape from the blockade of Zheng Huai's five fingers.
However, at the next moment, Ye Feng, whose attack was blocked, did not hesitate at all. He immediately let go of his left hand in his hands holding the sword, stretched out his index finger and middle finger, and pointed it to Zheng Huai's dantian. This move was very fast, and it can be said that he had almost been in contact with him.
At this moment, Zheng Huai couldn't think of why Ye Feng did this, but out of the instinctive reaction of a master, he still made a side-to-side avoidance action.
Then, at the third moment, Ye Feng and Zheng Huai's actions solidified at the same time. The surroundings suddenly fell into silence, but a terrible claw appeared on Zheng Huai's abdomen! The position was impartial. It was exactly where the soul was.
"It looks straight, but it is actually curved. The spatial element attributes are mysterious. You taught me!" Ye Feng's cold voice sounded at this time.
Blood comes from a Zheng Huai.
"ah---"
A shrill roar shattered the strange silence on the battlefield. A large amount of blood was spewed out of Zheng Huai's dantian. At the same time, countless spiritual energy leaked from his body. Zheng Huai, who already understood that he was being plotted, suddenly let go of the Tianyi Sword imprisoned in his hand and swung a heavy punch to the enemy who plotted against him.
Ye Feng fisted, bleed, and flew out. With one punch, Ye Feng's bones seemed to scatter. And as Ye Feng flew backwards, "Puchi!" Ye Feng's bloody hand was also pulled out directly, and there was a reduced version of the golden human-shaped soul in his hand.
The soul was caught, and Zheng Huai's roar stopped abruptly and he staggered back. He wanted to cover the wound in his dantian with his hands, and to use spiritual energy to repair his soul, but he could not stop the loss of life. On the battlefield, there was silence, and only Zheng Huai, who was lying on the ground, kept making hissing sounds.
As Ye Feng directly slammed the soul in his hand, Zheng Huai's breath also disappeared between heaven and earth.
The power of the Saint Lord has reached the point where non-Saint Lords cannot defeat him head-on. Such a strong man, even at the most relaxed and weakest time, has no chance of being killed by someone with one blow. However, these have become history. Today, a non-Saint Lord strong man killed a Saint Lord, ending a period of history and creating a new chapter!
"Huh!" Ye Feng, who was knocked to the ground by a punch, let out a long sigh, turned over, and looked up at the sky.
He could feel that the formations and restrictions in the Ten Thousand Swords Underground Palace were still there, but they were decreasing. Obviously, there were still a lot of people looking for treasures. Now he obviously had no combat power.
"I originally thought I could fight the Saint Lord, but it seemed that I still looked up to myself. If Zheng Huai was not seriously injured this time, I would probably even be a big problem whether I could escape." A breeze blew, blew on Ye Feng's blood-stained face, and Ye Feng murmured to himself. After resting for about five minutes, Ye Feng did not dare to stay for more. He climbed up again with difficulty, and then used spiritual energy to shake off his blood and dust, put away the broken armor of the Heavenly Relics, and then put the armor that could conceal the sky-level guards on his body, and then directly tore off Ye Mingfei's disguise mask.
"But even if I am seriously injured, I will enter the Ten Thousand Swords Underground Palace, otherwise the gift I prepared for these treasure hiding people will not be given."