Mystery: start a secret pavilion

"Boom!"

The fist and palm prints hit Wu Feng's chest heavily.

As expected, Wu Feng was sent flying upside down, and the scene of his bones being broken did not appear.

Instead, Wu Feng's body trembled, and the vigorous spiritual power of his dantian circulated.

The next moment, the attack of this inner disciple at the seventh level of the Lingtai Realm was resolved in an instant.

He only felt that he had hit an ancient sacred mountain, and the blood in his body was surging, and he flew upside down, coughing up blood.

His bones were broken and he couldn't stand up.

How can this be? !
Everyone present widened their eyes, their faces full of disbelief.

This Wu Feng just stood where he was, received a slap and a punch from someone else, and defeated him.

Wu Feng dusted off the dust on his body, shook his head, and said with a look of disappointment: "It's a pity, it turns out that it's just a silver spear with a wax head that doesn't work."

"Is there anyone else to challenge? If not, let's go, don't waste my time."

Many of the challengers present took a step back, showing apprehensive expressions.

Some of them are not even as good as this disciple who entered the seventh level of Lingtai, and they are even less qualified to challenge Wu Feng.

But Li Yangming, Tan Bo, and Zhang Zhao frowned, and there was a gleam in their eyes.

They realized that Wu Feng was not that simple.

"I'm afraid this person is a monk who mainly cultivates the body." Zhang Zhao analyzed.

"I'll meet you!"

This time it was a cultivator at the eighth level of the Lingtai Realm, who slashed out with a sword as soon as he came up, and the sword light directly covered Wu Feng's Tianling Gai.

With a wave of Wu Feng's hand, two fingers caught the sword.

With a slight shock, the sword energy was annihilated.

However, the man flew out, and the long sword in his hand was already broken in two.

Wu Feng released a powerful wave of spiritual power, and said coldly: "I just hate fighting, but it doesn't mean you can push your nose to your face."

"Who else?"

At this moment, the audience was silent.

"Ahem, that, remembering that I still have some things to do, I'll leave first."

Seeing Wu Feng's strength, many inner disciples who came to challenge him left one after another.

But the most powerful Li Yangming, Tan Bo, and Zhang Zhao still didn't leave, and their eyes showed more and more fighting spirit.

"Haha... Interesting, I feel more and more of myself, and the value of fettering you is getting bigger and bigger."

Qin Bo smiled coldly, and took out the knife in his hand. The moment he took it out of the sheath, the knife's aura was icy cold, and the temperature of the air also dropped sharply.

"Hey!"

One after another saber qi slashed out, gathered together, and became more and more fierce, forming a mountain-shattering saber light.

A shield of spiritual power appeared on Wu Feng's body surface, and he raised his fist to strike, blasting away the saber energy one after another.

Against the bone-chilling breath, he strode forward and punched Tan Bo's knife.

The blade shook violently, Qin Bo's arms went numb, a look of surprise appeared on his face, and he retreated quickly.

"There is such a terrifying physical strength!"

Tan Bo became more and more convinced that Wu Feng was a monk who specialized in the body, and he decided not to fight Wu Feng in close quarters, but chose to distance himself.

Frost Knife Technique!
At this moment, Frost flew.

A snow-white knife light slashed out horizontally, and the sky was filled with crystal clear ice crystals, freezing the ground.

Wu Feng had no way to retreat, he punched the ground, blasting away ice slags.

Then he stood in the sky, and the icy breath rushed towards his face, freezing Wu Feng's hands.

Knife light flashed!
Tan Bo slashed at Wu Feng's body.

"Crack!"

Wu Feng's dantian's spiritual power circulated, and ice flowers exploded from his frozen right hand, and he immediately sacrificed the Seven Star Sword.

Starlight of the Seven Star Sword Art!
A sword that was like a dream, rippling the starlight, as if a big star was falling, ruthlessly suppressing it.

"Boom!"

The sweeping airflow melted all the icy places and exploded ice flowers one after another.

The sword energy approached, forcing Tan Bo to hold the knife across his chest.

The blade broke directly, and a bloodstain appeared on his chest, flying out.

"You actually know how to use swordsmanship?" Tan Bo was startled, and sighed, "I admit defeat."

The knife in his hand was already broken, and if he continued to fight, he would definitely lose.

Tan Bo stepped back, looked at Zhang Zhao who was at the side, and reminded: "Be careful, this man's swordsmanship is very delicate."

"A trash!" Li Yangming laughed.

"you!"

Tan Bo's face was livid with anger, but he couldn't refute.

Zhang Zhao nodded, went to face Wu Feng, cupped his hands, exuding a neutral and peaceful aura.

A light blue light bloomed.

Zhang Zhao pushed forward with his fist, and a fist mark blasted out, and there was the sound of thousands of troops galloping in the distance.

Fist!

Wu Feng was slightly startled.

It seems that he still underestimated the true disciples of the Immortal Dao Sect.

Xinghui!

The dreamlike sword qi strikes down, cutting the baa fist seal.

However, Zhang Zhao's fisting intention was not interrupted. Instead, his aura was rising sharply, becoming stronger and stronger, and finally formed a terrible sense of oppression.

Under the intent of the fist, the movement was already slow before the fist was released!

However, this is nothing to Wu Feng.

The Qiankun domain moved slightly, and the moment it covered the body surface, it quickly restrained, and Wu Feng's body returned to normal.

Cut the stars!

Falling moon!

Morning light!

……

Wu Feng used the Seven Star Sword Art, one sword is stronger than one sword.

Zhang Zhao's boxing style is still neutral and peaceful, with a strong aura of arrogance, quite a feeling that you can let you be strong, and I feel like the breeze is blowing on the hill.

A blue phantom suddenly appeared behind him, shaking his fist like him.

A huge fist mark descended from the sky, even stronger than before.

Cang Ming Fist!
Boom!

The fist seal came to suppress.

Wu Feng advanced instead of retreating, the sword energy all over his body exploded, and he pushed upwards.

Swing the sword straight out.

Yaoguang!

One of the most powerful seven moves of the Seven Star Sword Jue was performed.

A purple star emerged, hit the fist mark, and burst into a dazzling light.

The fist print is broken!
The big purple star exuded a majestic aura, hitting Zhang Zhao like a real ancient star.

In an instant, Zhang Zhao's body shook violently, coughed up a mouthful of blood, and his face was pale.

He lost!

A look of shock appeared on Zhang Zhao's face. At this moment, his defense was broken, his original temperament disappeared, and he became hideous and frightening: "Impossible, this is absolutely impossible."

"I will lose!"

"what!"

He roared, wanting to fight Wu Feng again.

But at this moment, a cold voice came, shaking his body.

"Hehe, it's embarrassing for you to look like this."

Zhang Zhao turned his head to look at Li Yangming, gritted his teeth, and said, "Li Yangming, you must defeat him for me."

"If you talk too much, I'll cut you off first!"

Li Yangming showed a look of disdain.

Ha ha!

What kind of awe-inspiring righteousness and goodness are like water, they are all pretending.

He had seen through Zhang Zhao.

"Senior brother, come on!" Mei Hongxue waved her small fists from behind, cheering Li Yangming up, "This Wu senior looks very powerful, you might not be able to beat him."

Li Yangming: "..."

His face immediately sank, and he wanted to draw his sword to cut someone.

never mind!

Such a good little follower, where can I find it after cutting it off?

Fang Chen had already stood behind, having witnessed the few battles just now, he was more and more looking forward to how much strength Wu Feng still had to show.