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Chapter 1945 is not worthy of being my opponent

Time seems to stop at this moment!

The picture seems to be frozen at this moment!

The monks around were unable to come back to their senses for a long time.

Chen Feng's indifferent gaze froze on Li Shi'an and said, "I said I would destroy your legs. You should be ready now, right?"

As soon as this is said.

The silence around was immediately broken.

Li Shi'an's body couldn't help but tremble. He was once the defeated general of the Demon-Slaying Saint Son, but now Chen Feng punched the Demon-Slaying Saint Son away.

The result is obvious that he is no match for Chen Feng at all.

"We must join forces to attack. Do you want to stand and wait for death?" Li Shian said to the monk who supported the Demon-Slaying Saint Son.

At the moment, facing Chen Feng's gaze, fear was constantly growing in his body, and his steps were constantly retreating.

Previously, the five cultivators of the ninth level of the Earth Xuan Realm arranged by the Golden Robe Heavenly General also entered the Tianhuang Realm together.

Just now, the five people had no idea that the Demon-Slaying Holy Son would be bombarded by Chen Feng as soon as they came up, so they didn't have time to react.

Now after hearing Li Shi'an's words, the five monks who had their faces hidden in their hood took the steps under their feet, and the momentum on their bodies completely burst out. Layers of terrifying murderous aura emerged from the bodies of the five people. From this, it can be judged that there will definitely be no fewer people who have died in their hands.

When Li Shian saw five cultivators in the ninth level of the Earth Xuan Realm stood up, his horror was finally dispelled a lot. After a breath of relief, he continued to say to the rest of the people: "Now, only by fighting to the death can we have the possibility of survival! Now there is no time to hesitate, we..."

Before he could finish his words, Chen Feng interrupted directly: "Do you think you can save your legs with these native chickens and tiles?"

"So what if you all attack together!"

As the words fell.

Chen Feng's figure suddenly moved. This time he did not use the Fire Spirit Step, but simply burst out his own speed.

The five cultivators from the ninth level of the Earth Xuan Realm in the lower Divine Court rushed up instantly when they saw the moment Chen Feng moved.

However.

Their eyes soon could no longer catch Chen Feng's figure, and they were slightly stunned in their minds.

“Ah~”

A painful scream came from behind them.

When these five cultivators at the ninth level of the Earth Xuan Realm suddenly turned around.

I saw Li Shi'an of Taixuan Sect, his legs were separated from his body, and blood quickly poured out of his wound. His face was filled with pain, and the horror in his eyes became even more intense.

At this moment, Chen Feng was standing beside Li Shi'an. A calm smile appeared on the corner of his mouth. He casually glanced at Li Shi'an on the ground and said, "Are I considered a sneak attack now?"

After Li Shian, who fell to the ground, forced himself to endure the severe pain, he gritted his teeth tightly, and sweat gushed out of his forehead.

The Demon-Slaying Son in the pit in the distance finally stood up again. His body was covered in blood, his hair was extremely fluffy, and his whole face was filled with uncontrollable anger.

Chen Feng looked at the Demon-Slaying Holy Son indifferently and said, "Didn't you also want to save his legs before? Now you can't even save your own life. Do you think this is ironic?"

"You said before that after entering the world of heaven, it is the beginning of my nightmare. Is this the nightmare you want me to experience?"

"Didn't you want me to see your strength? Didn't you want me to see the horror of your descending to the Divine Court?"

At present, every word Chen Feng said made the Demon-Slaying Saint Son's face even more ferocious.

At this moment.

The five cultivators in the ninth level of the Earth Xuan Realm in the Divine Court suddenly launched an attack on Chen Feng, and their energy rushed around in the air.

Chen Feng looked at the five cultivators in the ninth level of the Earth Xuan Realm who were approaching him. While his figure easily escaped from the attack, he slapped his right palm repeatedly!

He quickly hit the chest of the five monks.

"Bone Burning Palm!"

The temperature around is rising constantly, and the heat waves are rolling!

The fire light flashed on Shen Feng's body, and the sparks could start a prairie fire!

Shen Yun soared into the sky from him.

This time, Chen Feng used the Bone Burning Palm five times in a row. In such a short time, he used the fifth-grade combat skills five times in a row, and all of them reached the level of divine movement.

This is absolutely incredible enough.

The extremely terrifying flame power has already spread throughout the bodies of these five monks.

They roared in pain in their throats: "Ah~"

The energy in his body was filled with energy, and all his clothes burst out, and all the hoods that covered their appearance turned into silence.

Now it can be clearly seen that the five people's faces were covered with scars, and their whole face looked very scary.

There are flames burning under their skin.

soon.

A loud bang continued.

A fire qilin rushed out from behind them. Now the bone-burning palm has become extremely terrifying under the use of Shen Feng.

Therefore, the moment the Fire Qilin rushed out, the five cultivators in the ninth level of the Earth Xuan Realm first burned their bones in an instant, and then their bodies were also melting quickly.

Their scarred faces were filled with extreme fear, and they could even feel that their bodies were melting rapidly.

After a moment.

Only five pools of blood were left on the ground.

There were still flames burning on these blood. Not long after, under the burning of the flames, the blood completely disappeared.

"Everyone is in a hurry to die." Chen Feng said calmly.

The air echoed, and the sound of gasping incessantly.

With the cultivation level of the eighth level of the Shenfeng Di Xuan Realm, he used five fifth-grade combat skills in such a short period of time.

This naturally shocked many people present.

You should know that the consumption of fifth-grade combat skills is very high. It is absolutely impossible for a cultivator of the Earth Xuan Realm of the First Heaven to use it without any pause.

However, the impossible thing happened in front of us now, which forced the monks present to believe all this!

Yang Chenjun and others who stood with Jiang Lingyue originally thought that following Chen Feng would be a life-threatening death. The reason why they did not go to the Demon-Slaying Holy Son was that they were willing to follow Jiang Lingyue.

But now, they are a little scared. If they just went to the Demon-Slaying Holy Son, what would be the end result?

It turns out that Chen Feng’s combat power is so powerful!

While Yang Chenjun and others were thinking.

After seeing all the five monks from the Divine Court in the distance, the hostility in his body kept surging, and his aura became increasingly unstable, as if he was about to enter the Tianxuan Realm at any time.

His shoulders trembled.

"Bang!Bang!Bang!"

The surrounding ground burst quickly.

The Demon-Slaying Saint Son's eyes were as sharp as a knife. He roared at Chen Feng: "Your pride will soon turn into despair."

"You are not worthy of being my opponent soon!"

"You forced me all this. I want you to live in pain all your life. I won't let you die so easily!"

The words fell.

The momentum that rushed out of his body became even more intense, and the air around him became extremely riot.
Chapter completed!
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