Chapter 620 The Will of the Holy Realm

"Hmph, no matter how strong your physical strength is and how fast your speed is, how can you compare with this prince's Dharma Martial Spirit?"

"Under such circumstances, you, who are only half-empty, actually choose to fight me head-on? You simply don't know how to live or die!"

Ye Yushang was also shocked by this scene at first, but then his eyes quickly filled with murderous intent. Situ

As long as he kills this kid, the surrounding warriors will all be frightened by his Saint Dharma Appearance Martial Spirit. Isn’t the teleportation talisman in his pocket?

In this case, it must be resolved quickly.

After a sneer, Ye Yushang moved, and the martial soul above his head burst out with a bright light. In the majestic and solemn shadow of the law, waves of almost violent fluctuations swept away.

It can be seen that at this moment, he has also pushed his Yuanli to the extreme. Facing Ye Feng's earth-shattering punch, although he only used physical strength and explosive power, it still frightened Ye Yushang.

Boom...

The saint's Dharma form stood in the void, and the voice he revealed was vast and simple. The aura of stepping into the sky and showing divine power made the surrounding warriors spread out by several feet again.

The void was crushing, the air currents were running wildly, and the entire Dragon King City was truly enveloped by an aura that shook the heavens and the earth.

"A finger from the saint!"

Ye Yushang raised his arm, and the dharma spirit above his head also raised his right hand. Their postures were in perfect harmony.

At this moment, his breath reached its peak. After drinking these four words, the right index finger of the saint Dharma Prime burst out with a bright light. It seemed slow, but in fact it was fast and unparalleled. He punched Ye Feng, who was rushing towards him with a bang. Point out.

A bright star shines.

Bang bang bang.

Wherever the starlight passed, countless fireworks-like explosions of energy bloomed in the void. This finger enveloped Ye Feng with irresistible destructive power.

But after being killed by the "sage's finger", Ye Feng's face still maintained the calmness it deserved.

However, judging from the veins popping up on his forehead, the opponent's blow also made Ye Feng go all out.

Seeing that their fists and fingers were about to collide, there was no fluctuation of energy on Ye Feng's fist from the beginning to the end.

Could it be that he really wanted to confront Ye Yushang's Saint Dharma-Immortal Martial Spirit with his own physical strength alone?

This courage is really too great.

Although Ye Feng's half-stepped virtual Yuan Power is not worth mentioning in front of the saint's Dharma Spirit, it can at least offset some damage. If it is just relying on strength, I am afraid that Ye Feng's whole body will be crushed by this huge finger. Crush it into a ball of meat.

The speed between the two was approaching rapidly, and when the distance was reduced to only half a foot, suddenly, the blood in Ye Feng's body began to boil, and finally, a layer of light cyan was wrapped around his fist. flame.

This flame... is not condensed from the power of fire element.

The essence of the light cyan flame is Ye Feng's final means of suppressing the situation - the cyan dark fire.

Moreover, this peerless fire, which ranked seventh on the list of strange fires, directly revealed its form, like a sharp sword or a piece of armor, protected in his right fist, using powerful power, It was transported out at an extremely fast speed.

"Look at me, Ye Feng, destroying your magic spirit!"

The low and short shouts were full of domineering aura.

As soon as this layer of light cyan flame, which can melt almost everything, appeared, the surrounding temperature soared to a hundred degrees in an instant, as if falling into a flame furnace.

"Boom!"

In mid-air, the three-foot-tall saint's image seemed to have a violent heartbeat.

"break!"

Ye Feng's eyes were indifferent, and a green fire shone in his pupils. At this moment, the green black fire tore through the void and struck hard on the fingers of the Dharma Prime Martial Spirit.

The vitality between heaven and earth exploded with a bang, and shocking waves of air swept away.

Under the gaze of countless dull eyes in Dragon King City, they finally touched each other in the most direct and simple way, like a comet hitting the earth.

"Bang!"

The earth is shaking.

This ancient city left over from ancient times was shaking like an earthquake at this moment. The loud noise spread out for hundreds or thousands of miles. Circles of violent energy rippled out, forcing those who were originally He had already avoided people at a distance and ran towards the outside again.

Liu Shuyu, who had been watching the battle from a high platform in the distance, and two or three other first-tier masters, their eyes became extremely solemn at this moment, and their bodies flew into the sky above the battle between the two sides.

The battle between Ye Yushang and Ye Feng undoubtedly attracted their attention.

Boom boom...

Circles of vitality fluctuations continued to spread in all directions, but Ye Yushang's martial soul shadow and Ye Feng's figure seemed to be stagnant, facing each other.

"Your Yinwu County's Saint Ancestor Dharma Looks like this, just break it to me!"

Ye Feng's right arm maintained a bombardment posture, and the sole of his foot stepped on the ground, which had already cracked several feet in radius.

But the light cyan flame in his right fist was still moving lightly at this moment, and its light became more and more dazzling.

As his voice sounded, the light cyan flames suddenly surged, breaking through the blockade of the powerful Yuan Power injected by Wuhun Phantom, and wrapped around the thick fingers.

The strength and terror of the green black fire showed its endless power at this moment.

"Chichi..."

The flames burned in the void, making a tooth-itching sound. The energy inspired by Faxiang's martial spirit was quickly dying out. The finger pointed by Ye Yushang's martial spirit actually fell downwind at this moment, and was burned into nothingness. possible.

Seeing this scene, everyone gasped.

"How is it possible? This prince's martial spirit condenses the dharma of a saint and contains a trace of the will of a saint. There is no way he can be defeated by a half-stepped virtual warrior!"

As the light blue flame burned, Ye Yushang's shocking and angry voice sounded again.

"Suffer death!"

Suddenly, the Fa Xiang Wuhun who was fighting with Ye Feng above his head suddenly opened and closed his eyes.

A golden gaze containing infinite depth shines through, and under this gaze that freezes the mind, Ye Yushang's Dharma-Phase martial spirit speaks human words, and a soul-stirring voice resounds on the spot.

"Whoever provokes me, Holy Fengying, kneel down and die!"

Rumble...

Just like Huang Zhong Da Lu, the will of a saint cannot be disobeyed.

At the same time as this majestic voice sounded, all the warriors within a radius of several tens of feet showed extremely frightened expressions.

Under the pressure of such aura, no matter how powerful they were, they had no power to resist. They were subdued by the huge will, and a large area fell to their knees in unison...