Just now, in order to resist the eighteen slashes of the magic sword, I used too many magical powers at once, and the meridians in my body felt a little tingling.
Uncle Zhang looked at Chen Feng who was sitting firmly on the Diaoyutai, punched out, transformed into a tiger and rushed straight over.
Chen Feng opened his eyes suddenly, and a flash of light flashed. The moment the tiger rushed in, he seized the opportunity and rushed out.
The fists collided with Uncle Zhang's, and a strong hurricane surrounded the two of them.
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"Chen Feng, you are still too young." Uncle Zhang exerted his strength, and Chen Feng was beaten back a few steps.
"Then let's see who can have the last laugh!"
Chen Feng moved around, constantly avoiding Uncle Zhang's attacks.
"An incompetent junior who only knows how to avoid."
Uncle Zhang snorted coldly, the killing intent in his body seemed to be real, and the innate and perfect pressure also emanated. Under the double pressure, Chen Feng's speed slowed down a bit.
"Let's see where you can hide!"
Uncle Zhang slapped Chen Feng with his palm. The moment his palm fell, a blue spear appeared in Chen Feng's hand and instantly pierced his palm.
The faint blue flames swept up, as if they knew that this was Chen Feng's enemy, and the fire was fierce.
Uncle Zhang didn't expect Chen Feng to have such a hand. Looking at the Hanxuan Bingyan on his left arm, he could only bear the pain and cut off his left arm, otherwise if it spread like this, he would be completely destroyed.
"Chen Feng, you are dead!"
Uncle Zhang looked up to the sky and roared, and the white clouds in the sky were dispersed by the invisible momentum.
Taking one step forward, Uncle Zhang instantly appeared in front of Chen Feng, punched him away, and punched him again before Chen Feng could land.
For a moment, Chen Feng could only be like a punching bag, being beaten back and forth by Uncle Zhang.
"You will never be able to defeat me in this life!"
Chen Feng was hammered down hard by Uncle Zhang in the air, and his whole body sank into the ground, with cracks spreading for unknown meters in all directions.
Before he could stand up, Uncle Zhang punched him in the head.
Chen Feng mobilized all his spiritual energy to protect his head, but even so, he was beaten to the point of being dizzy.
"Let's see how long you can last!"
"Are you going to... die?" Chen Feng's consciousness was a little blurry, and he wanted to just fall asleep. But something in his heart kept calling him, telling him not to sleep.
"What is it..." Chen Feng's lips moved and his eyes were dull.
"Chen Feng, suffer death!"
Uncle Zhang circulated his spiritual energy throughout his body, dragging a mountain in his palm.
"Mountain Seal!"
Turning his palm, the mountain hit Chen Feng hard. The moment it hit him, it couldn't fall down.
"This is impossible!" Uncle Zhang stared with horror on his face.
"Go to hell." He kept instilling spiritual energy, but to no avail.
Chen Feng's body was filled with a layer of black light, and Uncle Zhang could even feel that his spiritual energy was being continuously absorbed, and even the mountains in his palm were gradually out of his control.
"What on earth is going on?" Uncle Zhang struggled to escape, but a huge suction force came from Chen Feng's body. The rune stone gun that fell to the side was filled with black light, and it pierced Uncle Zhang's heart in the blink of an eye.
"How...how could..." Uncle Zhang's eyes widened, and the aura around him became weaker and weaker. As the spiritual energy was absorbed, a gust of wind blew across the sky and earth without a trace.
Chen Feng was lying on the ground, staring blankly at the rune stone gun suspended in the air. He didn't understand what was happening.
"Is it the power of Taotie?" Thinking of the black light appearing on his body, Chen Feng could only think of this explanation.
"Why did you help me?" Chen Feng couldn't figure out which ancient had entered his body with this gluttonous power.