In order to fight the Eighteen Slash of the Magic Sword, I used too many magical powers for a while, and the meridians in my body were tingling.
Uncle Zhang looked at Chen Feng who was sitting firmly on Diaoyutai and punched him, turning into a tiger and rushing straight towards him.
Chen Feng suddenly opened his pair, and a flash of light flashed. At the moment when the tiger rushed in, he seized the opportunity and rushed out.
The fist collided with Uncle Zhang, and the strong hurricane surrounded the two of them in the middle.
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"Chen Feng, you are still a little too tender." Uncle Zhang exerted his strength, and Chen Feng was beaten back a few steps.
"Then let's see who can laugh to the end!"
Chen Feng flickered and moved, constantly avoiding Uncle Zhang's attack.
"The incompetent junior who only knows how to avoid it."
Uncle Zhang snorted coldly, and the murderous intent in his body seemed to be real, and the innate perfect pressure also emanated. Under the double pressure, Chen Feng's speed was a little slower.
"I see where you can hide!"
Uncle Zhang slapped Chen Feng with a palm. The moment his palm fell, a dark blue spear appeared in Chen Feng's hand, instantly piercing his palm.
The dark blue flame swept over, as if he knew that this was Chen Feng's enemy, and the fire was fierce.
Uncle Zhang didn't expect that Chen Feng would have such a move. Looking at Han Xuan Bingyan on his left arm, he could only bear the pain and slash down his left arm. Otherwise, if this spread, he would be finished.
"Chen Feng, you're dead!"
Uncle Zhang roared to the sky, and the white clouds in the sky were dispersed by the invisible momentum.
After taking a step, Uncle Zhang appeared in front of Chen Feng in an instant and punched him out with one punch. Before Chen Feng could land, he punched him again.
For a moment, Chen Feng could only be beaten around by Uncle Zhang like a sandbag.
"You will never defeat me in your life!"
Chen Feng was hammered down by Uncle Zhang in the air, and he was trapped into the ground, with cracks of unknown numbers spreading from all directions.
Before he could stand up, Uncle Zhang punched him in the head.
Chen Feng used all his spiritual energy to protect his head, and even so, he was beaten to death.
"I see when you can hold on!"
"Are you going to... die?" Chen Feng's consciousness was a little distracted. He wanted to fall asleep more than he wanted. But something was constantly calling him, telling him not to sleep.
"What is it..." Chen Feng's lips moved, his eyes were dull.
"Chen Feng, die!"
Uncle Zhang used his spiritual energy all over his body, dragging a mountain in his palm.
"Shadows of the Mountain!"
The palm of his palm reversed, and the mountain hit Chen Feng hard, but the moment it hit him, it could not fall down.
"This is impossible!" Uncle Zhang stared at his eyes and looked horrified.
"Go to die for me." He kept instilling spiritual energy, but to no avail.
Chen Feng's body was filled with black light. Uncle Zhang could even feel his spiritual energy being absorbed continuously, and even the mountains in his palm gradually broke away from his control.
"What the hell is going on?" Uncle Zhang struggled to escape. A huge suction force came from Chen Feng's body, and the rune stone gun that fell on the side was filled with black light, which pierced through Uncle Zhang's heart in the blink of an eye.
"Why...how could it be..." Uncle Zhang widened his eyes, and the breath around his body became weaker and weaker. As the spiritual energy was absorbed, a gust of wind blew across the world without a trace.
Chen Feng lay on the ground, staring blankly at the rune stone gun floating in the air, and he didn't understand what was going on.
"Is it the power of Taotie?" Thinking of the black light that appeared on his body, Chen Feng only thought of this explanation.
"Why did you help me?" Chen Feng couldn't figure out which ancient man had penetrated his body.