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- The world is quiet, there is wind blowing in the cold and clear, and gradually it rains again. The sound of falling leaves is like the misty rain in autumn, giving people a different kind of hazy.
"and who are you?"
Bu Feifan asked indifferently.
Hearing Bu Feifan's question, Li Yunfeng frowned, a little surprised, he was very confident in himself, usually as long as he appeared on the stage, almost all enemies would already tremble to the ground.
There is no other, only because of his self-confidence and his incomparable martial arts coercion.
In the past year, he has become a disciple of the world, and he has captured many furnaces for the sect in the Jianghu, and exchanged countless resources and some powerful martial arts.
Of course, the most important reason is that Li Yunfeng also pocketed a considerable part of it.
Since then, the superposition of many conditions has almost made Li Yunfeng's progress by leaps and bounds.
Martial arts practice, in terms of the speed of cultivation, must belong to the demon way, but after all, the demon way harms the harmony of heaven and is not tolerated by the law of heaven. Therefore, at the later stage of the practice of the demon way, most of them will become mad and die of madness.
But Li Yunfeng has no fear. Compared with his powerful strength, what is it like to go crazy? In the face of strength, all of Li Yunfeng's ambitions and greed have been magnified to the point of recklessness.
Of course, this is not just Li Yunfeng, even Wang Feng, the Poison Sect of Huangquan, and even other unknown corners of the world, there are still so many practitioners of the devil way.
Bu Feifan remained indifferent and signaled Ermeng to back off. This Li Yunfeng made him feel more dangerous than Wang Feng.
This person's poison skill is even worse than Wang Feng's. If the two fight, the aftermath caused by the second dream may be unbearable.
The second dream was clever, and immediately understood Bu Feifan's meaning, and immediately said something softly.
"Be careful yourself."
After finishing speaking, Second Meng stepped back slightly.
At the same time, Wang Feng also struggled to stand up, the light in his eyes was flickering, he stared at Bu Feifan for a long time, and finally returned to Li Yunfeng.
"Don't blame me for not reminding you. This person's strength is too shocking. You may not be an opponent. Don't follow in my footsteps."
Wang Feng opened his mouth in a complicated manner, but also forced a breath of true energy, jumped up, and stood still at a position a little far away.
But at this moment, the strange thing is that neither Wang Feng nor Li Yunfeng thought of going to inform the people of Huangquan Poison Sect.
Don't say that you have such intentions and actions, even if you don't even have an idea, it's not surprising, because the authority and fear of the Netherworld Poison Sect have been shrouded in the hearts of all the disciples of the Netherworld Poison Sect like the doomsday.
For the disciples of the Netherworld Poison Sect, don¡¯t think about getting the sect¡¯s help in the face of a strong enemy. That price will be a bloody lesson. The executions were light.
Li Yunfeng's eyes were evil, and he stared at Bu Feifan for a moment, his eyes gradually brightened, as if a white line of fish maw passed across the sky.
These are a pair of very evil eyes, which look very penetrating.
"Do you think I'm your trash?"
Li Yunfeng glanced at Li Yunfeng in the distance with disdain, then stared at Bu Feifan again and said indifferently.
"Show out your strength and let me see how you beat that trash Wang Feng until he vomited blood."
Li Yunfeng stared at Bu Feifan with a scrutinizing gaze, and he felt strange when he said it. Wang Feng's trash is trash, but his martial arts strength is not bad at the disciple level in the Netherworld Poison Sect, and it was not on purpose. It's so unbearable to be ridiculed.
However, the person in front of him was able to spit out blood from Wang Feng's mouth and almost couldn't take care of himself. It has to be said that this is amazing.
But so what?
Li Yunfeng is confident that he can crush everything, so what is a mere kid who doesn't know how to live or die?
Anyone who dares to step into the poisonous mist swamp, no matter who they are, will die!
With this thought in mind, Li Yunfeng immediately slapped out a palm, which stretched across and condensed into a giant palm surrounded by poisonous gas in mid-air.
The giant palm is as black as ink, and it looks like it is surrounded by poison. Just the wind from the palm will instantly dye the earth black.
"Very poisonous?"
Bu Feifan felt a little turmoil in his heart, and he looked at Li Yunfeng with admiration.
This person's martial arts strength is a bit stronger than that of the previous Huangquan Poison Sect disciple named Wang Feng, and the prestige of his first attack is obviously not at the same level in terms of momentum.
Bu Feifan stretched out an index finger, a black dot lit up in the pitch black on the fingertip, like a black hole, as soon as it appeared, it exuded an indescribable terrifying devouring power.
In the distance, Wang Feng put his hand on his chest, blood overflowed from the corner of his mouth, and there was a trail of blood. He was pale and very weak at the moment, but his eyes were still bright, staring at the battlefield.
After seeing the black dot on Bu Feifan's fingertip, Wang Feng immediately shrank his eyes and said in shock: "It's this trick again!!"
The most powerful part of that weird move is not his attack power, but that he can absorb the opponent's internal force and transform it into a different kind of sword attack.
And this kind of absorption is no load, which is equivalent to Li Yunfeng's palm becoming the power source of Bu Feifan's finger, but Bu Feifan didn't consume it.
In this way, Li Yunfeng not only had to consume his own power, but also faced a blow from Bu Feifan himself, which made Li Yunfeng have to pay his own power to resist Bu Feifan's attack.
Such addition consumes a huge amount of energy for Li Yunfeng, it is definitely not as simple as one plus one.
Boom!
Li Yunfeng received a violent blow and was forced to back up. At the same time, an illusory black sword roared at an unattainable speed in front of him.
The astonishing power made Li Yunfeng's heart jump in vain. He was shocked to see the power and aura emanating from the illusory sword.
"How is it possible? This power"
Li Yunfeng's eyeballs popped out, and he blurted out: "What kind of weird martial art is this?"
It's really weird, it's obviously kendo martial arts, but why does the aura on it have the aura of Huangquan's broken soul palm?
Seeing Li Yunfeng's shocked and pale expression, Bu Feifei lowered his eyes, which slowly opened and closed to reveal a bright light.
A wave of Yue Zhiyuan's trembling, vast power like mountains and seas suddenly rose from his body.
Suddenly, the spring breeze blows the willows, and weeping willows are faintly seen swaying in the air, manifesting a huge and ancient willow tree, and a breath of vicissitudes and years permeates.
When Li Yunfeng saw this scene, he was terrified.
"This is the artistic conception, the artistic conception of martial arts. After the martial arts have reached the pinnacle, they have tempered the true meaning of martial arts, and after going straight to the origin of martial arts, they have comprehended martial arts the artistic conception!!"
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