Peerless Martial Soul

Chen Feng said in a cold voice: "You are a thief, your farts are loud, but if you have the ability, you will see the real results! Do you only know how to talk?"

"Little beast, you are looking for death!" The middle-aged man in blue shirt was ridiculed by him. An angry look flashed on his face. He took off the belt with a swipe from his waist, then stretched out his hand and shook it, and a strip of more than one foot long appeared in his hand. Black whip. The whip was jet black, with faint gold stars twinkling on it. It was absolutely extraordinary.

"You little beast, die!"

The middle-aged man in blue shirt shouted violently, and the whip in his hand was like a poisonous dragon. With strong infuriating energy, a giant dragon-like cyclone hit Chen Feng fiercely.

Chen Feng felt a chill in his heart. He judged that the middle-aged man in blue shirt was definitely very powerful.

He also roared, and a large golden handprint the size of a wheel condensed, punched out hard, and hit the dragon-shaped cyclone. The two collided, and Chen Feng groaned, took a step back, and a stream of blood oozed from the corner of his mouth. The middle-aged man in blue shirt only shook his body.

It was obvious that Chen Feng was at a disadvantage.

"I already have the strength of 3,300 kilograms. With the blessing of the Great Mudra of Light, I have at least 3,500 kilograms of strength, but I still can't beat him! This man has at least five thousand kilograms, the strength of ten tigers. He is A strong man in the mid-level seventh level the day after tomorrow!"

Chen Feng was shocked.

The middle-aged man in blue shirt opposite was also surprised. A trace of greed flashed in his eyes: "Little beast, what kind of skills are you using? You are so strong and domineering! With your acquired strength of only the fifth level, you can actually take me on A seven-level blow the day after tomorrow! Hand over the martial arts secret book, or I will make you suffer countless pains and die!"

Chen Feng spat out a mouthful of blood, made a sound, and sneered: "You want my secret book? I'll trade it with my life!"

"Little beast, if you don't eat the toast, you will have to drink wine as a penalty! Let you try my 'Thirteen Styles of Soft Whipping'! Little beast, you should feel lucky to die under the second-level yellow-level martial arts. You None of them deserve to die under my whip!"

It turns out that his whip technique is a second-grade yellow-level martial skill!

The middle-aged man in blue shirt waved his long whip. The shadows of the long whip overlapped and formed a big mountain, pressing towards Chen Feng. Chen Feng showed no sign of weakness and blasted out another bright hand seal. Whip Mountain was shattered. He also took a step back and vomited blood.

"You can actually block my move and then another move!" the middle-aged man in blue shirt said in slight surprise.

"Come again! Let's see who can't stop him!" Chen Feng was also aroused and laughed wildly.

The middle-aged man in blue shirt continued to use his whip technique, while Chen Feng blasted out the big bright hand seals one after another. The middle-aged man in blue shirt's whip technique is very complicated and his moves are exquisite. Moreover, his Qi is powerful and powerful, far surpassing Chen Feng's. Every move is extremely powerful. On the other hand, Chen Feng's move back and forth was just one move of the Bright Hand Seal.

But the Guangming Mahamudra was fierce and domineering, unparalleled in power. For a while, even though he vomited blood, he still managed to survive.

However, the middle-aged man in blue shirt could see that although this kind of advanced martial arts was powerful and could even resist him through leaps and bounds, this kind of martial arts consumed a lot of energy and would not last long. He watched coldly, waiting for Chen Feng's true energy to dry up, so that he could easily capture him.

But what surprised him was that after he had fought fiercely with Chen Feng for a long time, the young man showed no signs of exhaustion of his energy.

How did he know that although Chen Feng was only at the fifth level of the acquired world and his realm was not high, his true energy was extremely powerful. In terms of quantity, it was not even close to the peak of the acquired sixth level. In his meridians, the true energy was flowing continuously, like a gurgling mountain stream, stretching endlessly. Absolutely.

Chen Feng was about to spit out a mouthful of blood every time he fought, but instead he became more and more courageous as he fought, roaring again and again, with a crazy look in his eyes, and an extremely strong desire to fight.

He has never fought against a master like the middle-aged man in blue shirt. Such a fierce battle will be of great benefit to him in increasing his combat experience. Even after using Mahamudra continuously in actual combat, he felt that his level of Mahamudra was improving and he became more and more proficient and comfortable!

The middle-aged man in blue shirt became more and more frightened with the beating. He didn't want to delay it any longer. He felt that this kid was getting more and more powerful with the beating.

The seventh level of the day after tomorrow can't deal with the fifth level of the day after tomorrow? Wouldn't it make people laugh out loud if it spread?

"No, this kid is too evil. We can't drag him on any longer. We have to do our best!" A ferocious look flashed across his eyes, and the middle-aged man in blue shirt shouted loudly: "Python roll!"

He was infuriating, and the whip in his hand was like a giant python. After stretching it straight, it turned back from an extremely tricky angle to form a ring, and around the ring, a ring-shaped cyclone was formed. The cyclone was like a giant python connected end to end, wrapping Chen Feng in the middle and spinning constantly.

Each time the cyclone rotates, it shrinks tighter. In the end, the cyclone dissipated, and the long whip wrapped Chen Feng tightly. Chen Feng roared again and again, but it was difficult to break free.

This is the most powerful move among the yellow-level second-level martial arts "Thirteen Stances of the Soft Whip" practiced by the middle-aged Lan Shi. It is tyrannical and domineering, and the whip wraps people up like a python. This move is difficult to avoid, and even more Hard to break free.

Looking at Chen Feng who was unable to break free, the middle-aged man in blue shirt laughed proudly and arrogantly: "How about it, little beast, do you know how powerful your grandfather is? Hurry up and hand over your martial arts intensive skills, otherwise, my whip will look like Like a giant python, it will strangle you alive, bit by bit. Your bones will break, your internal organs will explode, and everything in your body will be squeezed into a puddle of rotten flesh. Do you want that?"