Chapter 1604 (1/2)
Zhonghai city!
In the void of the mountain, Si Zhongheng is like a peerless God of war. His whole body exudes a mysterious and vast breath, rolling holy Qi, endless and endless.
The breath of saints is far from the realm of Yuanshen.
Even though Yang Feng is the twelve realms of Yuanshen and has even touched the little holy land, he still feels very small and insignificant under the vast and flowing breath of the other party.
”Boy, you are a talent. As long as you kneel down and beg me for mercy and swear to be loyal to my life and Death Gate, I can not only save you from death, but also protect you as the executive head of the life and death gate.” In the void, Si Zhong, Heng Wei and Yan Tao.
”Ha ha!”
Holding Xuanyuan sword, Yang Feng laughed loudly and said, ”Si Zhongheng, what can you do even if you are a saint? I am the head of Purdue gate. How can I beg for mercy from you? It's impossible to be the executive head of the gate of life and death. ”
Even in the face of the little saint, Yang Feng is still not afraid, because he has a king's heart and will never yield to anyone's prestige.
”Good boy, in that case, go to hell.”
Boom!
Si Zhongheng was furious. When he waved his long sleeves, a white light was like a real dragon, as if it had fallen from nine days.
The rolling dragon power, like the power of the emperor of heaven, is mighty and surging down.
What a strong breath!
The other party just waved his long sleeves. There was the power of heaven and earth between his hands and feet. The mysterious smell of sage was completely different from that of Yuanshen.
The cultivation strength of Yuanshen realm, under the breath of saints, is equivalent to that of Wulin experts, compared with that of magic experts.
Even though the strong in Wulin are strong, their true Qi and cultivation are limited. However, different from those who practice Dharma, they have been refined and become saints. They can do one move at will and have spells.
Sword of the king!
Yang Feng was furious, and the golden sword Qi hundreds of feet long was like a rainbow, cutting through time and space to meet the true Qi of the little saint.
”Ha ha!”
Si Zhongheng smiled and said dismissively, ”boy, haven't you heard a word? There are mole ants under saints. Even if your cultivation is strong, you haven't stepped into the realm of saints, so you are still mole ants in front of me. ”
There are ants under the sage!
This sentence is not groundless, because there is a gap between masters below Saint level and saints.
Even if the cultivation level is only half a step away, the strength gap is like a world of difference.
”Broken!”
Si Zhongheng's sleeves rolled and a big white hand hit in the air. Yang Feng's kingly sword was immediately broken.
Click!
Click!
Cracks quickly appeared on the golden sword Qi, which was hundreds of feet long. Then they broke one after another, turned into spiritual power and dissipated in the air.
With his hands behind his back, Si Zhongheng looked at Yang Feng with cold eyes and said calmly, ”boy, you still have any magic skills. Just show them. I'll give you a chance.”
Yang Feng looked at each other seriously, which was the strongest expert he had met since his debut.
Although he has fought with countless experts, those people are not strong in the realm of saints after all.
”Ha ha!”
Wu Zhetian, who was not far away, smiled and said excitedly, ”Yang Feng, you will die today. Si Zhongheng is a saint. You are definitely not his opponent. I will destroy your spiritual pulse now, so that you can never become a saint.”
Boom!
In his excitement, Wu Zhetian smashed his fierce fist, like Mount Tai's black fist, crashing down on the 10000 meter long spirit pulse.
Yang Feng looked surprised and sped away quickly. He was worried that the spiritual pulse that was about to be pregnant with success would be destroyed by Wu Zhetian!
Once this happens, it will be hopeless for him to be promoted to the realm of sage in this life.
The consequences are unimaginable.
Whew!
Just as Yang Feng was about to stop, Si Zhongheng waved his long sleeves in the void, and there seemed to be a force of heaven and earth to suppress Yang Feng.
What a powerful mysterious secret force!
The other party just waved his long sleeves, and the mysterious power of heaven and earth suppressed himself again.
Facing the sage level master, Yang Feng felt that he was unable to compete with the sage level master no matter how strong his cultivation level was.
Because the master of this realm has changed in essence, completely beyond the limits of mortals.
Boom!
Not far away, Wu Zhetian, who was crazy, hit Yang Feng's spirit pulse with a fist like Mount Tai.
WOW!
Powerful waves appeared on the ten thousand meter long spirit pulse, but the spirit pulse did not collapse.
”This!”
Wu Zhetian rubbed his eyes and said in surprise: ”little saint, Yang Feng's spirit pulse is really strong. It's so powerful that I went all out to blow it on it and didn't destroy it.”
Si Zhongheng was also slightly surprised. He didn't expect that Yang Feng's spirit pulse was so strong. He was an expert in the realm of saints and had been promoted to the realm of saints, so he knew that when the spirit pulse was about to be successfully bred, it was extremely unstable and weak.
Once attacked by an external force, Yang Feng's spirit pulse will certainly collapse, but it did not collapse when bombarded by the twelve heavy Wuzhetian of the yuan God.
”Boy, it seems that you have a good chance. You not only breed a ten thousand meter long spiritual pulse, but also spring back within a hundred miles. Your future is indeed unlimited, but it's a pity that you are doomed to fall today.” Si Zhongheng said darkly.
”Ha ha!”
Wu Zhetian laughed and said, ”little saint, although Yang Feng's spirit pulse is very strong, it doesn't matter. I'll bombard him again and promise to break it.”
Boom!
There was another loud noise. Wu Zhetian punched again and hit Yang Feng's 10000 meter long spirit pulse.
WOW!
On the ten thousand meter long spirit pulse, there were waves again, but it still didn't break up, as if it was just a gust of wind and rolled up in the fog.
”This!”
Wu Zhetian stared with big eyes. He was helpless. He had gone all out, but he still didn't defeat Yang Feng's spirit pulse.
”What the hell is going on?” Wu Zhetian was envious and jealous, and wanted to rush up and eat it.
”Yang Feng, I'll help you stop Si Zhongheng. You can quickly deal with Wu Zhetian and destroy him. You can't let him continue to attack your dragon vein. Although your dragon vein is extremely stable, more attacks also have an impact.” In Yang Feng's consciousness, the sound of Gollum golden elephant came.
”Senior, but your soul energy has been severely damaged, and you can't leave my body. How do you deal with Si Zhongheng?” Yang Feng asked.
In the original battle of the soul River, the soul energy of Gollum golden elephant was severely damaged by the opening axe.