Zhao Feng felt that his attack seemed to sink into a vast five-colored ocean, buffered and rotated to the maximum extent.

In the field of vision, the five-color vortex is twisted and reversed, and the inside is boiling.

Obviously, Zhao Feng's mutated bloodline of the Demon Yang and the strong and domineering bursting and burning power are not so easy to resolve.

Hoobo

Two forces intertwined for one or two breaths in the air, and the five-color vortex in Xin Wuhen's hand suddenly shook and reversed.

"Thunder Wing Flying Technique"

The ripples and thunder wings behind Zhao Feng danced and flashed over Xin Wuhen.

Cry

At the place where Zhao Feng disappeared, a roaring five-colored glow of light swallowed up the matter within a radius of dozens of feet, and everything turned into nothingness.

The terrifying backlash of the five elements made everyone present feel palpitations.

At the same time, everyone was surprised at Zhao Feng's reaction speed.

Otherwise, the powerful backlash power will be able to severely damage the realm-level king.

"Predict in advance?"

Xin Wuhen frowned slightly, and his body shook gently on the spot, but was unharmed.

In the first round of the confrontation, the two were safe and sound, but they were already a bit thrilling.

The difference is that Zhao Feng took the initiative and formed the first round of impact in the soul tract, and the instant explosion of physical and blood dynasties was difficult to prevent.

Zhao Feng vaguely took the initiative, but Xin Wuhen's counterattack was also very terrifying.

"其"

Zhao Feng's second punch swept down from a high altitude, and the ancient green shoes under his feet burst out with green clouds and thunder wings fluttered.

In an instant, Zhao Feng's silver-blue and diamond body was slightly raised.

The invisible physical electric patterns were pressing down. Before they arrived, they pressed down on people's qi and blood, bringing a numb feeling.

Hope

The moment he swooped down, Zhao Feng's whole body was bathed in a layer of glazed blood yang flame, like a blood flame thunder winged war god.

This time, Zhao Feng's speed, strength, and bloodline burst reached the extreme.

and.

After performing the Thunder Wing Flying Technique, Zhao Feng used lightning surprise attacks to impose pressure and take the initiative.

Xin Wuhen's face turned shaky. The boy's attack was so clumsy that he defeated his cleverness and used his strength to defeat others.

Although his artistic conception is profound, he is somewhat restrained by the explosion of this most primitive body and blood.

Huswish

The terrifying body and bloodline were shrouded by an extremely solid and powerful "soul tract" impact.

As strong as Xin Wuhen, his mind and mind are slightly shaken, and are affected by disturbances.

It was clear that the young man's artistic conception and vision reached an incredible level.

"The world is softer than water"

Xin Wuhen had no choice but to hide, his legs were in a lunge, his hands slowly swept in the air, and a rotating ripples of water flow, faintly casting a huge bottomless phantom of the pool inside.

What a secret

Zhao Feng only felt that his strong and strong body and blood were bursting out, like a strong man with strong blood and energy. When he met a gentle and peaceful beauty, he was not at all focused.

The power of his move was clearly accumulated like a volcano, and with the initiative of lightning attack, he gained an advantage.

However.

Xin Wuhen’s defensive cracking method is so simple - to overcome hardness with softness.

Zhao Feng's body is extremely domineering, with a bloodline that is partially inflamed, masculine and strong, burning and bursting.

However, this too masculine power was given to the maximum restraint and cracking by Xin Wuhen's profound and exquisite mystery and domain of water.

Bang bang

The two figures separated in the air in an instant.

Zhao Feng flew backwards, and one of them flew around, leaping at the other end of the tomb, and smiled softly: "Xin Wuhen, I haven't had a fight for a long time, and it feels pretty good."

Since the "death pursuit", Zhao Feng has not encountered a real opponent.

This time, after a brief collision, he found the desire to fight deep inside his body that was about to ignite.

Pedal

Xin Wuhen took two steps back steadily, feeling the passage of essence, blood and energy in his body, as if part of it was taken away by Zhao Feng during the confrontation.

turn out to be.

Zhao Feng's attack just now and Xin Wuhen was a close-range encounter.

Melee combat is also something Xin Wuhen is good at and likes.

But he didn't expect that the opponent's bloodline was so strange that he could still absorb other people's essence and blood.

This ability is simply difficult and even disgusting.

"Who are you?"

Xin Wuhen's eyes were like torches, staring at Zhao Feng tightly.

As the contact and the two met each other, he felt more and more that the boy looked familiar.

The other party's words also prove that the two have met before.

However, Xin Wuhen is still a little inaccurate about this person's identity.

Regardless of his appearance, breath, or skills, it is difficult to find such a person in his impression.

Moreover, the body refining school that Zhao Feng practiced was originally a partial sect.

Catacombs.

The Eighth Prince, Luo Zun, was following this scene with a look of surprise and suspicion.

The purple-haired boy in his vision was evil and mysterious, and he actually knew Xin Wuhen without any fear.

"Is this kid even Xin Wuhen a little confused?"

The three middle-aged kings in yellow robe are very difficult.

In the eyes of everyone, Xin Wuhen is an unfathomable person, and he has a vaguely master style.

And now, a mysterious boy who can compete with Xin Wuhen has appeared.

It's certain.

The two met and even fought each other.

"Haha, Xin Wuhen is unbeaten by ten moves. I hope you can bring me a bigger surprise next time you fight."

The purple-haired boy in the air shook his thunder wings behind him and disappeared from the spot.

Swish

A silver-purple light, led Zhao Feng and Nangong Sheng, flashed and disappeared from the tomb.

The thunderous evacuation speed and perfect combination made everyone in the audience unresponsive.

What a fast space escape method

And Zhao Feng and Nangong Sheng are no longer seen in the tomb.

"Not ten moves can be done with Xin Wuhen?"

The rest of the people looked at each other and were even more afraid of the unfathomable purple-haired evil spirits.

"Xin Wuhen, do you know that thief?"

"Why don't you take action to stop those two thieves?"

The three middle-aged kings in the yellow robe spoke one after another.

"It turned out to be him..."

Xin Wuhen looked at Zhao Feng and the others, and flew away in the direction, and couldn't help but murmur.

Gradually, a long-closed memory was played back in my mind.

It was the youthful era in Yuyang City and the peak era of the Holy Realm True Dragon Society.

In my memory, there was a boy who rose like a comet and grew lotus step by step, which made him feel difficult for a while.

"But how could he become what he is now?"

Xin Wuhen couldn't help but ponder.
To be continued...