Nie Feng took a step forward and slapped him with another palm.

The Eighteen Styles of Tianfeng - Earth-shattering Palm!

I could see that every inch of the muscles on his palms were trembling, and the vitality was boiling underneath, giving off an extremely terrifying feeling.

"ah!"

Liu Tian had no way to dodge, and was hit in the chest by this palm. He screamed, his flesh and blood turned into cakes, and he died.

"What a terrifying method!"

More than a dozen cultivators at the first level of the Houtian Realm, seeing Nie Feng's shocking attack, felt timid and no longer dared to attack alone. Instead, they all rushed over and launched a combined attack on Nie Feng.

They gathered together like mountains, causing sand and dust on the ground to fly up one after another, and even the ground cracked, as if experiencing an earthquake.

Even the hard stones were broken into pieces and turned into stones by this powerful energy.

"Come on, these people are too slow. They are simply incomparable to Zimo's intensity in training."

Nie Feng stood on the cusp of the storm, motionless, his whole body energy spinning and burning like fire. His figure kept moving, as light as a civet cat. All attacks seemed to be about to hit him, but they always missed him by a hair.

It makes people sigh when they look at it.

Those swords, spears, lances, and even crossbows all could only watch Nie Feng walking calmly among them, without any good way to deal with it.

"How can it be?"

"The full force attack of more than a dozen of our masters, even the cultivators at the third level of the Houtian Realm have to avoid its edge. He is only the first level of the Houtian Realm, why can he resist it?"

"Yeah, how could he kill Liu Tian, ​​who is at the second level of Houtian Realm, with one move!"

"Isn't he human?"

"It must be an illusion, or he has some kind of protective magic weapon on his body!"
Chapter completed!