In the eyes of everyone, he transformed himself into a transformation at this moment, like an ancient god of killing.

Within one step, facing many spells, Chu Feng raised his hand and punched him.

For Chu Feng, the great way is simple.

No matter how many magic you use, in the face of absolute power, you will still be like an ant.

He punched.

There was a lot of internal force above his punch, and with his punch, it was like a speeding train.

Then, in the eyes of everyone, spells hit Chu Feng's punch, but.

The result is.

All kinds of magic were exploded when they encountered Chu Feng's fist wind, and it was hard to compete with them.

Chu Feng punched it with one punch, as if he was sweeping the acupoints of Liting. He pressed it down with one punch. All the seven or eight innate monks in front of him vomited blood and retreated.

"this……"
Chapter completed!