Chapter 138 (2/2)

The two collided and sent out dazzling light. It was the mysterious energy surging and spreading. The sand and stones in this place were like the passage of a hurricane. The big stones of the millstone were blown up into the air.

The ancestor of Panshan stumbled and went back tens of meters. There were big cracks on the ground under his feet. The mountains were crushed by him. You can imagine what terrible power he encountered.

In the course of the fight just now, the two swords also collided constantly. The clang sound was deafening. It was like splitting the sky. It was murderous. The sword light lit up the whole mountain top!

Chu Feng didn't hurt anything except the blood on his shoulder. It was cut by the red flying sword.

There were many cracks on the body surface of the ancestor of Panshan. It was shocked by Chu Feng's fist seal. It was almost going to explode him, and the blood mist was steaming around him.

He is using the secret method to consume the beast king's blood essence at any cost, and constantly provide strength for himself, otherwise he can't stop Chu Feng.

”I underestimated you.” Father Panshan whispered, his eyes cold.

”You asked me to come to Panshan to apologize. I'm here, but can you afford it?” Chu Feng pushed forward, gaining momentum.

He is tall, tall but strong. His body is crystal clear and perfect. It is the terrible flesh of King level creatures. Even if it looks ethereal, it contains the most terrible power.

Boom!

The war broke out again, and Chu Feng's fist seal became more and more frightening. He suppressed the old group of Panshan in an all-round way, beating him constantly flying and spitting blood from his mouth and nose.

At the same time, the two swords were also fighting. The sword light lit up the mountain and rushed up very high. It was very frightening from a distance, as if there were a peerless Sword Fairy fighting for hegemony!

Roar!

The ancestor of Panshan roared up to the sky, his body glowed, and his blood gas transpiration was more powerful, but he was still defeated and was beaten several times and hit into the mountain wall.

If there were no red flying sword, he would have been blown up by Chu Feng!

Even so, he can still have supersonic speed, jump on the mountain with strong wind, as fast as lightning, leaving one afterimage after another, and everything he has passed has been destroyed.

Poof!

The old yellow rat and wolf are bleeding from their seven orifices. They are about to die.

Chu Feng approached, but just then he suddenly felt something wrong and inexplicable horror. Even if the king level creatures were against each other, he still felt hairy, which showed that the problem was too serious.

In an instant, he runs a special breathing method again, and his body is tight!

From premonition to wrong, and then to extreme speed defense, they all happen in an instant, such as electric light and morning glow.

Chu Feng's hair blew up all over his body. He had a splitting headache. It seemed that something was going to drill into his mind, making his body stagger and unstable.

In mid air, a golden weasel, not very big, only half a foot long, appeared there and tried hard to drill into Chu Feng's head.

If Chu Feng hadn't been alert enough and his intuition was sharp enough, he would have been attacked by weasels, but even so, he suffered a terrible attack.

”Die, I've endured you for a long time!”

The ancestor of Panshan roared. His real body rushed over and attacked frantically. The king level blood essence overflowed from his body and burned into a red glow to provide him with mysterious energy.

He tried his best to attack Chu Feng and provide an opportunity for the golden weasel transformed by spiritual power in mid air.

This is his ability to open the second shackle. Almost like a magic power, he once again bred an independent spiritual body. Like an external incarnation, he has been hiding in the dark and ready to kill Chu Feng at any time, so as to occupy his body.

This is the old weasel's killing move, but it is not easy to achieve, so he has been paralyzing Chu Feng, fighting with him, and suddenly hit the killer at the critical moment.

Chu Feng was also on guard, because when he roared at the ox devil, Zeng Zhen's old yellow mouse wolf was in a trance, and he became suspicious at that time.

He knew that the spiritual power of this vein was extraordinary and far better than that of other races, and he was naturally surprised that Niu magic sound skill worked easily.

The old yellow rat wolf has been coveting Chu Feng's King level physique. Once he has it, his independent spiritual body will have sustenance and have a real body.

At that time, he will gain the king level physique of Chu Feng, which is equal to two kings, and his strength will soar.

”Kill!”

Pan Shan's ancestor roared, madly urging his mental strength. The golden little weasel tried his best to drill into Chu Feng's head and wanted to occupy it immediately.

”Get out!”

Chu Feng burst into drinking. Although he had a splitting headache, he was very conscious, operated a special breathing method, and spewed out a snow-white light like lightning in his mouth.

Roar!

At the same time, he roared, cast a strong ox devil fist, and burst out ox devil roar. This is a method of spiritual attack, which can resist the invasion of divine consciousness.

”How is that possible?” Father Panshan shouted angrily.

He endured for a long time, just to kill at the critical moment and take away a king level body, but now he found that he couldn't get into the body like facing copper skin and iron bone.

Other animal kings must have been occupied by the king level flesh body. The old yellow rat wolf has this self-confidence and unparalleled spiritual power, which can not be resisted by other aliens at all.

But now he is in big trouble. With Chu Feng's special breathing method, not only the mysterious energy in his flesh and blood is diffuse and much stronger, but also his spirit seems to be breathing, and then soared.

At this time, Chu Feng was also surprised. For the first time, he felt that the spiritual body could breathe. In a moment, a silver flame overflowed in front of his forehead, which was a burning spiritual force, as if to burn all things“ Ah... ”The half foot long golden weasel fell from the air, rolled and screamed bitterly. It was good at mental strength. It was defeated and burned seriously. It screamed in pain because the tide was over and it was over. This novel has been translated byand if you are reading this somewhere, they have stolen our translation.