In the field, red flames and azure blue energy each account for half.
As the two sides collided wildly, large patches of dazzling light were splashed.
The sound of bang bang was endless, and the two people collided dozens of times in a short period of time. The dull sound made everyone onlookers feel their teeth sore.
"It seems...some are just a match."
"Junior Brother Ye seems to be not as simple as we imagined."
"Senior Sister Ning Zhen, do you think... can Junior Brother Ye defeat that shit-smuggling stick?"
“…”
Dozens of errand disciples were nervous, and they were sweating in their hands. They stared at the two people rushing in the field, fearing that Ye Feng would be defeated by Zhong Ziqi.
"It shouldn't be a problem... Junior Brother Ye doesn't look like an impulsive person."
Yuan Ningzhen said in one sentence, but in fact she doesn’t even have any confidence.
"The eighth level of the virtual realm should be fighting against the king realm one-on-one, and also betting on the sect talismans... I think there is nothing more impulsive than him."
Wang Yuwei muttered from the side.
Bang!
As soon as he finished speaking, a gust of dust was flying, and several pieces of rubble fell from the attic. In the intertwined energy, two figures shot out, staggered and retreated several steps before each stopping.
"I'm a little capable in melee combat, no wonder I dare to provoke me!"
After shook off the Yuanli surrounding the spiritual sword, Zhong Ziqi's chest was fluctuating violently. He took several breaths to calm down, and a touch of solemnity appeared in his eyes.
After the repeated collisions just now, he did not gain much advantage in both physical and spiritual power.
The combat power displayed by Ye Feng is not something that a small warrior at the eighth level of the virtual realm should have.
“The provocation is not something to be said…”
"In my opinion, you don't have that qualification."
The Killing Bang Knife shook lightly, and Ye Feng secretly circulated his meridians and adjusted his breath.
After advancing to the eighth level of the virtual realm, his combat power has increased a lot, but he has not crossed the King Realm level and is still unable to fight against the real King Realm.
Fortunately, there is a clear gap between Zhong Ziqi and a guy like Ao Feibai, and this guy seems to be eager to achieve success, his foundation is unstable, and his energy is relatively weak.
It will not be so far as Ye Feng uses the "Three Forbiddens of Divine Laws".
After the two of them fought, they quickly used several moves and felt the strangeness presented by some outer disciples not far away. Zhong Ziqi felt very angry.
If I can’t even get rid of a choreographer today, it would be embarrassing to my grandma’s house. How can I call the wind and rain in the outer courtyard?
Hissing...
With this thought, his expression became extremely vicious, and the energy in his body surged out rapidly, and he poured into the spiritual swords in batches.
The two inscriptions melted into the sword immediately rushed into the light of a height of about a foot, causing the originally rising temperature to fall again.
The hideous lion's head at the tip of the sword was almost roaring out.
"Bad you with one move."
"Sword Annihilation... Crazy Lion!"
Zhong Ziqi stepped on the ground with his feet, and as the ground was shattered into pieces, he jumped up in the air, held the sword in both hands, and attacked from mid-air, slashing towards Ye Feng's head in the air.
Boom boom boom boom...
Three loud noises came one after another, and the blue light on the spiritual sword suddenly flourished. Two lights were lit up in front and behind, one by one, and they rushed into the lion's head one after another.
In an instant, a roar was heard, and all the cold air in the world was rapidly gathering, covering Ye Feng.
The coldness poured on his head made Ye Feng's pupils shrink, and the blue and dark fire in his body overflowed along the surface of his body, completely wrapping up his entire right fist.
"Ten Directions and Bagua Fist!"
He let out a deafening shout, and eight fists hit the air. Wherever the fist passes, the green black and faint fire pulls out a fire to practice, and the scorching space becomes illusory.
The eight punches were stacked to form a powerful Qi cannon, which collided with the lion's head under the horror of everyone's eyes.
boom!
When the two came into contact, the ice crystals in the sky suddenly exploded and evaporated into water mist by the high temperature before they were scattered and shot backward. The inscription Spirit Sword and the Killing Sword were then superimposed again.
The spiritual weapons of the Heavenly Class level cause a terrifying friction sound when they collide.
The faces of the two are less than one foot apart.
Zhong Ziqi's eyelids, whose face was flushed, were pounding wildly. The blow he carefully brewed was actually broken by Ye Feng's punch. This result was unexpected.
Ye Feng's face also turned white.
It seems that without using the three prohibitions on divine law, it still seems a bit reluctant to face the king realm.
However, a evil smile quickly rose from the corner of his mouth, and his eyes became extremely cold at this moment. Under the focus of his eyes, a powerful spiritual power rushed out without warning. After a flash,
It was directly in Zhong Ziqi's head.
The mental power spreading like a huge wave rushed to all directions, even causing several intern outer disciples who were too close to each other to howl painfully on the spot and squatted down.
Compared with them, Zhongziqi, which is so close to them, is equivalent to fully enduring the power of this spiritual impact.
His whole body was as stiff as if he was electrocuted. Without any defense, he suffered a huge mental impact. The sea of gods of Zhongziqi almost collapsed. Blood continued to overflow from his seven orifices, and bells and drums were ringing in his mind.
My whole body was trembling and I couldn't control my body at all.
Ye Feng's mouth showed a sarcastic expression, he gently relaxed his ape's arms, raised his fist quickly, mixed with the sound of whining wind, and hit Zhong Ziqi's nose with a punch.
Click!
The other disciples all had numb scalp and subconsciously covered their noses.
With dozens of eyes concentrated, Zhong Ziqi seemed to have his essence and blood drained. After a sharp scream, he fell backwards and then collapsed on the ground, missing his knowledge of the personnel.
The open space in front of the huge mailbox seemed to be frozen. Everyone didn't say a word. Even the mailbox disciples who should have been cheering happily were shocked at this moment.
Zhong Ziqi is an outer disciple, at the first level of the kingdom.
Maybe his foundation is unstable and his cultivation is a little watery, but the king realm... After all, it is the king realm!
The total amount of time is less than a stick of incense. The shit-stumbling stick that was previously arrogant was beaten to death by a traitor disciple who had only been a few days after joining Diyuan Sect. I don’t know the human affairs?