"Blood Tiger Sword Spirit, you stingy, you bastard, you seek revenge for your own sake, you bastard..."
Yang Ningfeng finally understood what the Blood Tiger Sword Spirit meant when he said that he would know the harsher words just now. This old guy was completely taking the opportunity to retaliate against Yang Ningfeng for saying that he was verbose just now.
Yang Ningfeng tried his best to dodge, but he was still hit repeatedly. Every time he was knocked away, he couldn't help but curse the Blood Tiger Sword Spirit.
But there is no way, now that the Blood Tiger Sword Spirit is not helping, he can only rely on his own ability to cope!
While he was scolding, he gradually became unusually calm!
Eyes narrowed, cold light flickering, a violent and angry aura emerged from Yang Ningfeng's calm body. Looking at Yang Zhen, it was as if he was staring at the ferocious monster when he was fighting the monster in the blood tiger space.
Snapped!
Finally, there was a chance. Yang Ningfeng stepped around and not only avoided a heavy blow from Yang Zhen, but also successfully counterattacked and slapped Yang Zhen on the face.
Five-finger red marks appeared clearly on Yang Zhen's face.
"court death!"
Yang Zhen was extremely angry.
He did not expect that Yang Ningfeng could hit him in the face. Although the palm was not powerful enough to cause much harm to him, he was the third elder of the Yang family, the elder of Yang Ningfeng, and a master of the fifth-level master. Although he knew that Yang Ningfeng
His current strength is not bad and he has made rapid progress, but his strength is only that of a ninth-level scholar, which is pretty good among young people, but there is a huge gap compared to him.
But with such strength, such a junior not only avoided his fatal attacks one after another, but even though he was able to hit him several times, Yang Ning was able to avoid the vital points dangerously and dangerously. This had already made him start.
I'm a little depressed, and now I'm being slapped in the face. This is not only hate, but also a huge humiliation!
collapse!
His pupils shrank, his fists were clenched, and they suddenly collided with each other. This collision caused the aura in his body to surge again, and the pair of fleshy fists began to gradually grow in size.
"I want to see how long you can last!"
Yang Zhen, who was furious, had a strong murderous intent on his face. As he spoke, his slightly enlarged fist filled with a ferocious aura, and with a ferocious energy, he struck Yang Ningfeng fiercely again.
"Wang Bao is angry!"
Yang Jiabao punches with powerful punches to attack fiercely.
The oncoming fist had not yet hit, but the force in it already made Yang Ningfeng's face feel a sting and a slight pain. The ferocity and ferocity hidden in Yang Zhen's eyes made his heart tremble.
.
"Oh shit!"
He cursed in his heart, but he didn't know whether he was scolding Yang Zhen for being fierce or scolding the Blood Tiger Sword Spirit for sitting idly by. Yang Ningfeng then took a deep breath. His breath suddenly surged in the blink of an eye, and the flow in his body was a little sluggish.
The vitality, at this moment, is also like a rushing tide, surging crazily in the meridians.
He gave it all!
The mental method of the Five Qi Guiyuan Dao is being activated crazily, and all the energy in the body is circulating. His fists are clenched, and the veins are constantly beating. The frightening power is rapidly condensing.
"Although this guy's cultivation is far superior to mine, he is not as agile as me. I don't believe his skin can be thicker than that of a snake-tailed beast."
Yang Ningfeng felt the rushing and flowing vitality in his body, and his handsome face was filled with crazy fighting spirit. His pupils coldly glanced at the fist that was already close at hand, and the vitality energy in his body began to move towards him crazily.
The fists gathered together.
"die!"
The fist was already close to Yang Ningfeng's chest, and Yang Zhen let out a murderous roar.
"not necessarily!"
Yang Ningfeng suddenly felt cold, and in the flash of lightning, he stepped on his feet again and again.
boom!
Yang Zhen's fist missed Yang Ningfeng's clothes and hit the air with such force that the air vibrated and exploded.
The next moment, Yang Ningfeng appeared on the left side of Yang Zhen. His fist suddenly retracted, and in an instant, it flew out violently.
Tyrannosaurus Fist, Tyrannosaurus Fist that had been brewing to the peak of his strength, finally appeared.
Tyrant Dragon Fist, dominate the world!
The power of this punch reached the peak of Yang Ningfeng's strength, and the timing of the punch was also the best time since his fight with Yang Zhen.
If he faced Yang Xuanhong now, Yang Ningfeng would be absolutely sure that he would be severely injured by slapping Yang Xuanhong.
This punch counterattack was definitely the pinnacle of Yang Ningfeng's fights after returning from Black Forest Cliff, and it was also the counterattack that showed his strength to the extreme.
Roaring like thunder, the Tyrant Dragon charges angrily!
However, after all, Yang Ningfeng's current opponent is not Yang Xuanhong, who has just been promoted to the master level, but Yang Zhen, who has been famous for many years and is one of the few veteran masters of the Yang family. His strength has reached the fifth level of the master level!
After all, Yang Zhen was much stronger than him, and his rich combat experience was still not comparable to that of Yang Ningfeng now.
Just when he punched the air, Yang Zhen knew something was wrong. But he didn't panic. Just relying on his induction, Yang Zhen had already turned around before Yang Ningfeng's Tyrant Fist came out violently.
Turning around, without even thinking, he punched out without any pause.
"boom!"
The two fists met with a bang, and the thunderous sound actually echoed in the area.
"You dare to fight with me even with your little strength. Are you looking for death... Huh?"
The fists collided. Although Yang Zhen was a little surprised that Yang Ningfeng could exert such a powerful punch with his current strength, he still dismissed it. Although such power was much greater than that of a ninth-level scholar, it was
He was a fifth-level master, but he still felt vulnerable to this power, so he said it coldly, but soon, his expression changed slightly, because he saw a lucky and serious smile on the corner of Yang Ningfeng's mouth.
meaning.
Bang bang!
There were two muffled sounds, and two dark energies, one stronger than the other, hit Yang Zhen's fist fiercely and slowly. Caught off guard, Yang Zhen showed signs of blood boiling, which surprised him, but it was also
His ferocity was once again aroused.
"snort!"
When the dark force hit him for the second time, Yang Zhen suddenly woke up from his surprise. His arm shook, and a raging force surged out of his fist.
"Pfft!"
It was too late for Yang Ningfeng to withdraw his fist. Yang Zhen's powerful strength made his fist hurt to the bone. However, he didn't even have time to check whether his fist was broken. His body was already flying backwards with his feet off the ground, and his face turned pale instantly.
, the body fell to the ground, still sliding after scraping the ground. Yang Ningfeng finally couldn't control it, and a mouthful of blood spurted out from his mouth.
This was the real punch he faced with Yang Zhen.
The gap between the strength of the two made him suffer the most today. His fists were in severe pain, although it was fortunate that he had a pair of iron fists that he had practiced fighting a large number of thick-skinned monsters in the Blood Tiger Space.
The fist bone was not shattered, but it was definitely damaged, but it was still a small problem. The big problem was that the energy and blood in his body were churning endlessly, and he actually felt that his vitality was sluggish and showed signs of being unable to function properly.
"Blood Tiger Sword Spirit, you bastard, if you continue to play around, I will really kill your brother to death!"
While spurting blood, Yang Ningfeng roared crazily in his heart.
"Hey, have you finally thought of my benefits? Huh, if I don't let you suffer a little, you really think I can't deal with you!" The Blood Tiger Sword Spirit finally spoke, gloating!
"Okay, I'm defeated by you! This guy is too powerful. I've learned about it now, and I've also had the experience of fighting against a fifth-level master. It's time for you old guy to take action!" But the Blood-deficient Sword Spirit's
Gloating about the misfortune, this time it did not arouse Yang Ningfeng's anger, but suddenly softened his tone and said.
"Ah? You know?" The Blood Tiger Sword Spirit exclaimed in shock.
"Tch, who am I? You old guy just sticks out your butt and I know whether you want to fart or poop... Besides, that bastard is here again. If you don't take action, in my current situation, I can
I'm really going to die... But with my current physical condition, will it be a dead end even if you take action?" Yang Ningfeng gritted his teeth, feeling extremely miserable, and stood up unsteadily, wiping it with his hands.
Holding the blood on his lips, he stared at Yang Zhen, who was sneering and approaching with more murderous intent, and said to the Blood Tiger Sword Spirit.
"Don't worry, as long as I'm here, your kid won't die!"
The Blood Tiger Sword Spirit said disapprovingly.
"That's good." Yang Ningfeng breathed a sigh of relief.
Yang Zhen had already approached. At this moment, he looked at Yang Ningfeng, whose mouth was full of blood and whose face was pale, like a bad wolf looking at an injured Mian Yang.
"It is undeniable that your strength is far beyond my expectation, and you almost hurt me. It's a pity, if you were a master, you might be able to hurt me, but in reality you are only a ninth-level scholar.
strength."
Yang Zhen looked at the seriously injured Yang Ningfeng and was not in a hurry to take action. Instead, he stopped in front of Yang Ningfeng and said coldly.
"So what? Aren't there still five red marks on your face?" Yang Ningfeng said coldly, not wanting to be outdone.
Hearing this, Yang Zhen couldn't help but stretched out his hand to touch his face, which still felt hot and painful. He couldn't help but narrow his eyes, and the fierce light reappeared: "It's already this time, and you still have sharp teeth and a sharp mouth...", as he said
, paused suddenly, looked suddenly in the direction of Yangzhuang, and said almost to himself: "Yang Wenxuan, Yang Wenxuan, you finally have to taste the pain of losing a child!"
Hearing this soft murmur, Yang Ningfeng was shocked. He knew that Yang Zhen was finally going to kill him!
"senior!"
Yang Ningfeng let out a deep cry in her heart, and her consciousness suddenly relaxed completely.
"Don't worry, if I kill you, Yang Wenxuan will find you soon. You two are not lonely underground, and you can be considered a kindred spirit. I will send you a kind heart and let you and my son reunite underground!"
Yang Zhen's eyes suddenly became sharp, and his gaze was like a blade. When the indifferent words came out of his mouth, he punched Yang Ningfeng's head directly: "Death!"
"It's still unclear who will die."
Yang Ningfeng suddenly grinned, and his voice suddenly became deeper, and became a little full of vicissitudes of life.
Yang Zhen frowned slightly, and for a moment he felt that Yang Ningfeng had changed into another person. Of course, although he felt this way in his heart, his fist did not change and he still hit Yang Ningfeng's head. This punch
, he wanted to kill Yang Ningfeng to avenge the loss of his son.
The Blood Tiger Sword Spirit, which was already controlling Yang Ningfeng's body, finally took action just when Yang Zhen's fist was about to hit his head.
He took a slight step back and suddenly grabbed his hand with his backhand. Yang Zhen's powerful punch was unexpectedly caught.
"This trick again?"
When Yang Zhen saw that his fist was caught, not only was he not surprised, but he sneered again and again, showing disdain and ridicule.