Zongheng Douluo: My martial spirit is a tailed beast

Chapter 90

This time when he stepped forward, Feng Yi didn't hold back his hands anymore, his soul power poured towards his fists continuously.

Feng Yi's boxing is different from others, his attack method is the strange power fist used by Tsunade in Hokage, injecting all the energy of the whole body into the fist at the moment of swinging the fist, and it explodes directly.

Concentrating a large amount of energy at a high density in an instant, but controlling it perfectly, this is something that few people can do, but this can also bring a huge increase in strength to Feng Yi.

"boom!"

Following Feng Yi's full blow, Zao Wou-ki, who hadn't used his full strength, was repelled again, but this time Feng Yi didn't give Zhao Wou-ki a chance to breathe, and followed directly. At a fast speed, he attacked Zhao Wuji again.

"Damn it! So fast!" Looking at Feng Yi who appeared instantly, Zhao Wou-ki crossed his arms and directly blocked his chest.

In the next moment, Zhao Wou-ki was blasted away like a cannonball.

"Mr. Zhao, you don't need to go all out, but you will lose." Feng Yi said seriously.

Zhao Wuji, who fell on the ground, glanced at Feng Yi, took a deep breath, got up slowly, and then clenched his fists: "Come on!"

Following Zhao Wou-ki's low shout, violent soul power erupted from Zhao Wou-ki's body in an instant. Although he didn't possess a martial soul, Zhao Wou-ki's terrifying soul power of level 73 erupted without reservation. Just this aura can make it difficult for everyone present.

"!" Looking at the imposing Zhao Wuji in front of him, Feng Yi's pupils shrank slightly, the aura was only incidental to the burst of soul power, and his full strength before was only able to knock Zhao Wuji away who only used physical strength. But now Zhao Wuji has fully activated his soul power, in this state, he might not be able to bear it all at once.

"In that case..." Feng Yi looked at Zhao Wuji, then at the people around him, and suddenly closed his eyes.

"Brother Feng...it's about the same...We also know your strength." Oscar swallowed his saliva looking at Zhao Wuji who was like a beast, and said worriedly.

"That's right... Brother Feng, there's no need to be tough with Mr. Zhao... He's a soul sage." Ma Hongjun also said cautiously.

Just when everyone was worried, Feng Yi's aura suddenly increased for a while.

"Ok?"

Feeling Feng Yi's sudden rise in aura, Zhao Wuji at the side was also taken aback. Previously, Feng Yi's aura in his perception was only in his early forties, but now he has soared to the peak of level 49.

"What did this kid... do?" Zhao Wuji frowned slightly, and he didn't wait any longer, and rushed towards Feng Yi directly. Although his soul power had completely erupted, Zhao Wuji also knew that he and Feng Yi were just exchanging ideas. Naturally, it is impossible to really hurt Feng Yi.

Just as Zhao Wuji attacked, Feng Yi also opened his eyes suddenly, and his aura surged again: "Eight gates of Dunjia! The third gate is open!"

I saw Feng Yi's whole body was red, the veins on his forehead were bulging, and his aura was so close to the Soul Emperor, he punched Zhao Wuji with all his strength.

The next moment, Zhao Wuji, who hadn't had time to react, staggered two steps and almost sat down on the ground.

"Stinky boy, what kind of weird ability is this? Why have your aura and strength increased so much?" Zhao Wou-ki asked with a look of surprise.

"Beat me, I'll tell you." Feng Yi ignored Zhao Wuji, he just wanted to know how far he was from Soul Sage.

Although the Eight Gates Dunjia is a forbidden technique and it is extremely difficult to learn, but now Feng Yi has been able to perfectly open the seventh door of shocking door. As for the door of death, if he really wants to, he should be able to open it.

"Stinky boy! I really don't dare to touch you anymore! Don't blame me for not reminding you, I may not be able to get back if I try my best!" Hearing Feng Yi's extremely arrogant words, Zhao Wuji suddenly became angry, The sandbag-like fist slammed heavily towards Feng Yi.

"Injury door! Open!" Feng Yi shouted again, and the violent breath erupted instantly, but when the fists of the two collided together, Feng Yi's face changed a little, the original punch also happened at this time. In an instant, it became ten punches, and more attacks were forced to offset Zhao Wuji's fist strength.

"Can it still be like this?" Seeing his fist being bounced back, Zhao Wuji was also taken aback.

"Dumen! Open!" Following Feng Yi's roar again, Feng Yi's aura directly climbed to the peak of the Soul Emperor.

I saw Feng Yi punched out again, but this punch was accompanied by violent air waves, and bombarded Zhao Wuji's chest at an extremely terrifying speed.

Immediately, Zhao Wou-ki's eyes widened suddenly, almost spitting out blood.

"Stinky boy! You're looking for death!" The severe pain made Zhao Wuji even a little angry, and the terrifying soul power instantly attached to his right fist, and without any worries, he punched Feng Yi with all his strength.

"Jingmen! Open!!"

(End of this chapter)