Chapter 1663: Scary ghost road

"Yang Feng, when he first entered the academy, he used a family of sacred roads to oppose the sacred roads of a hundred schools, so let me take a good look at what is so great about your sacred roads?
"Oh, I was not lucky enough to see it last time, this time I should have a good experience.
The ghost road of Mie Luo, the road to Saint Yang! "
"With the legend of one enemy and one hundred, a mysterious holy way that no one can beat, let us who have understood the way to unlock its secrets, hum."
... twittering, Yang Feng and Na Mieluo's discussion hasn't started yet, the surrounding area is already crowded with people, a well-placed popular stadium.
Yang Feng looked at the big brothers around these days, and then at the fierce look on the other side, suddenly sweating nervously, and coughing dryly, "Well... let's discuss the aisle?
The winners and losers are all set, what else can be said?
You surrender. "
"You can't admit defeat, you can't admit defeat, no matter how badly you lose, you can't admit defeat!"
However, Miruo hadn't spoken yet, and the people below had already begun to roar.
Yang Feng was angry and cursed: "I will admit defeat and do your troubles?
Wouldn't you give people a decent chance to step down?
Are you all such people?
Do you like watching other people's jokes? "
"Sage Yang, please enlighten me!"
Snapped! However, for the clamor from below, Na Mie Luo also agreed with him, clasping his fists, eager to try authentically.
His heart was stagnant, and Yang Feng's face became difficult, and Chan smiled twice: "I said brother, don't just fight for meaningless fights.
I don't care anymore, but if you are beaten by me, you break your arm and leg, you will be the shameful.
Listening to my brother’s advice, is it good to be decent? "
"Sage Yang, thank you for your kindness."
With a faint smile, Na Mieluo said: "Since I talked to Sage Yang on the Tao last time, Mie Luo has already felt that there is a huge gap between me and Sage Yang.
But since listening to the great masters of the heavens for the past fourteen days, I feel that I have benefited a lot.
This time it is an honor to be able to ask Yang Shengren again.
Even if I lose, I can know how big the gap is with Saint Yang, please enlighten me. "
Hmm...what are you doing so persistently?
His body froze, Yang Feng clenched his fists in anger, but still waved his hands and said: "Hey, I'm too strong, I'm afraid I will beat you out, in case..." "Sage Yang, I heard that you were caught by Dean Lu. After being closed for 14 days, there was no chance to listen to the preaching of the heavenly master."
Suddenly, a wicked smile crossed the corner of Mieluo's mouth, and he murmured: "That is to say, your holy way has not made any effort in these fourteen days. Are you afraid that my current ghost way has surpassed Is your holy way?"
"what did you say?
I fear you?
You don’t think about it. I played more than one hundred at the time. Can you play more than one hundred now?
I guess it’s enough for you to hit ten, right? You surpass me? "
"Then why don't you dare to challenge?"
The corner of his mouth curled up, and Mie Luo stretched out a hand, made a please gesture, and provocatively said: "Yang Dasheng, I will give you the next opportunity to ask you for advice.
If I lose, I might be honored to lose, but once I win, it will be shameful, hum. "
With a solemn expression, Yang Feng's brows deepened.
He knew that he couldn't avoid this battle, and the opponent couldn't give up, only to fight.
However, if he was confronting him dignifiedly, he hadn't even broken through the holy path, he was not his opponent at all, and could only be surprised.
Thinking of this, Yang Feng exhaled and nodded solemnly: "Very well, then I will blame me for being impolite.
The holy way that I want to show is shocking the world, weeping ghosts, changing colors, ruining the world, you must be careful...Hey, Dean Lu, why did you fly down? "
"Dean Lu?"
Yang Feng suddenly turned his head to look behind Mieluo, Mieluo and the other spectators looked in his direction, but they still didn't realize what was going on. Yang Feng had already kicked at Mieluo's face.
"Accept the move and watch my Pegasus Meteor kick!"
bump! The corner of Mie Luo's mouth slanted, and he immediately flew towards the edge of the Ludao platform.
When everyone around saw this, they were shocked.
I'm going, didn't I talk about the Dao, I used my own holy path to compete, so how can Saint Yang bring his fists?
Huh, what about fisting?
Who says you can't use your fists when talking about the Tao?
Does the college have express regulations?
Since there is no such thing, just blast the opponent off the stage.
Rolling his eyes, Yang Feng didn't care about the surprise of the saints, but saw that the speed of Mie Luo's flying body slowed down, probably not enough to fly out of the field, so he stepped forward again, up and up, ready to make another kick.
"The waterfall goes upstream, Lushan Shenglong kicks..." "Ghost Road, Lihun Curse!"
However, Yang Feng just got close to Miluo's body, and he felt that he had a sudden, splitting headache, like countless steel needles stuck in his head, and countless ants crawling all over his body, making him miserable. , Even the soul is torn apart.
Ah...poof! Weeping, Yang Feng fell to the ground, rolling in pain.
Mie Luo wiped the blood on the corners of his mouth, and Kuan Kuan stood up, looked at the painful Yang Feng, smiled evilly: "Sage Yang, everyone is civilized.
Meeting friends with Dao, you suddenly fist, I am afraid you are not authentic. "
"Ah...Stop it, you...Stop..." Without answering him, Yang Feng just hugged his head and wailed. At the same time, his bloodshot eyes stared closely behind Na Mie Luo, only to see that Mie Luo was completely Surrounded by countless sorrowful faces, howling, crying and roaring, like a ghost in the eighteenth hell.
Gritting his teeth tightly, Yang Feng knew in his heart that this was his way, ghost way.
Mie Luo Sui went to this moment, Yang Feng, who was already completely curled up and lost his combat effectiveness, said contemptuously: "You see, I've seen wandering ghosts and ghosts this time, seeing the ghosts of the world.
In front of my orthodoxy, you will feel the pain of those stern souls.
The deepest pain in the world will be tasted in your heart again.
When you can't stand it, the soul will be torn apart. "
"No, don't... stop..." Yang Feng wailed, gritting his teeth.
When the people around saw him, they were puzzled. Why did Saint Yang suddenly become so weak, so he didn't rush to use his holy way to protect his soul?
"Sage Yang, hurry up and show your holy way! It's just a ghost way, you can't deal with it, right?"
Without speaking, Yang Feng just shook his head severely, but the pain on his face was obvious.
"Sage Yang!"
At this moment, Mie Luo showed a contemptuous look: "Is this because my holy way is advancing too fast, or is your holy way regressing?
Why can't I feel you have any power to control the law?
Where was your aura of one enemy and one hundred?
Show it out! I really want to see again, your unfathomable holy way, hahaha! "
Click it! Mie Luo was laughing wildly, Yang Feng clenched his fists, but kept gritting his teeth and said nothing.
The pain in his whole body has made him unable to say a word anymore.
This kind of pain was something he had never experienced before. Even when he was refining his body, he was not so painful. After all, this is the pain from the depths of the souls of all resentful souls, and it is not comparable to skin pain...