Chapter 143: Unable to break

"What, you said that the mountain is dead."
Under the news of the death of Youshan, a terrible suffocation broke out in the body of the Nether, and his eyes stared at Jian Chengtian, asking loudly.
"Well, the mountain leisure is killed by Ye Chenfeng, and this Fu Youyue has helped Ye Chenfeng to deal with us." Sword Chengtian could not bear the wicked eyes of the Nether, and said with a low head.
"Master, please believe me, the death of Youshan has nothing to do with me." Fu Youyue looked at the eyes of Nyingzi infiltrating people, and quickly said.
"Chengtian, tell me what happened, how is the mountain to die?"
The scorpion of the main scorpion of the sword squad shoots a sharp light, and asks for low voice.
"Yes, the sword lord."
Sword Cheng Tianyin's eyes glanced at Fu Jingyue, who was cold and moving, and killed Ye Chenfeng to kill the people of Youshan and others.
"The morning breeze actually killed the quiet mountain, and nearly ten of the three great genius disciples."
After listening to Jian Chengtian's remarks, the main members of the martial arts and other people showed a strong sense of shock. They could not believe that only the four-level beasts would have the strength of Ye Chenfeng in the realm.
There is a big wave in the heart of the road, and the heart is worried about Ye Chenfeng who has not come out of the real spirit.
"Xingyue, Xingyue them? Who killed them in Xingyue."
At this time, the space black hole slowly became smaller and eventually disappeared over nine days. The elders of Fengyungu discovered that only three of the ten disciples who entered the real spirits of the realm left the secret environment, and the whole heart fell into the trough and snarled loudly.
These three disciples did not enter the ancient stone temple because of distance, so it is not clear the cause of death of Zhang Xingyue and others.
"Wind elders, Zhang Xingyue, they were killed by a disciple named Ye Chenfeng of Tian Huo Zong. I also have disciples in Thunderbird Mountain who died in his hands."
I heard the angry roar of Fengyungu’s elders, and told the elders of Thunderbird Mountain who knew the truth in Yang Bingfeng’s mouth.
"What..."
"Sword Yuan, your Tianhuo sect disciple is a big dog, and dare to kill my Fengyungu disciple."
The elders of Fengyungu learned that the six disciples, including Zhang Xingyue, were all killed in the hands of Ye Chenfeng. They were all angry and a smoldering smoldering in their bodies.
"That Ye Chenfeng is not my Tianhuo disciple, and my Tianhuo Zongyintang disciple is still in his hands, I also want to kill him for revenge." Hear the wind elder growls, the sword hall main face Said gloomyly.
"Well, then when he comes out, who dares to stop me from killing him, I am not in a position to stand with him." The angry Fengyun Valley elders swear in public.
"Yueyue, the middleware you gave me is the leaf morning wind for you." Jianyuan did not pay attention to the madness of the crowd, the voice asked.
"Yes!" Fu Youyue nodded and said frankly.
"Then tell me honestly, where did Ye Chenfeng go?" asked Jian Yuan.
"He entered the interior of the stone hall, but his disciples had limited strength and could not go in. It is not clear that he is now alive or dead..." Fu Youyue said truthfully.
"You still have a sword in the middle of the body, give it to me." Jian Yuan learned from Jian Chengtiankou, Fu Youyue also has a medium-sized device, loudly ordered.
"Yes!"
Although the heart is not willing, but Fu Youyue did not dare to violate the command of Jian Yuan, took the dark sword from the Qiankun bag and handed it to Jian Yuan.
Get two Chinese styles, and Jian Yuan’s face eased. He looked at Fu Youyue, who was glamorous and frosty, and said:
Look at the contents of these two handles, the old man does not care about you. It’s a mistake, but if you dare to have a relationship with Ye Chenfeng, I’m sorry for you.

"Thank you master, disciple does not dare." Fu Youyue nodded, she knew that her crisis was lifted.
"The martial arts master, you said that the stone temple will be the temple recorded in the ancient books that was once seen in the realm of the true spirit thousands of years ago." The voice of the ghostly voice in the eyes flashed Road.
"It is very likely that there is a temple with no uploading." Jian Yuan nodded and said.
"The sergeant, what should we do now? The kid is trapped in the realm of the real spirit, we want to find him difficult to climb the sky." The ghost of the frowning brows asked.
"Wait, if he is lucky, he will definitely come out." Jian Yuan meditated and said, greedy the treasures that Ye Chenfeng was wearing.
Tianhuo Zong people choose to wait in the Blackpool Marsh, Fengyun Valley, Thunderbird Mountain people have not left, patiently waiting for Ye Chenfeng to appear.
"God bless, I hope that the morning wind Ji people have their own natural world, you can find other channels to leave the real spirit secret." Fu Youyue, sitting next to Jianyuan in the knees, silently prayed for Ye Chenfeng in his heart.
......
"Spiritual, into the veins."
At this time, Ye Chenfeng relied on the endurance of ordinary people, and controlled the brain to finally devour the magic of the ghost face, and began to temper more and more tough muscles.
As he hardly puts the spiritual power contained in the ghost face into the meridians, his body meridians are as painful as the sharp bones, and the muscles of the whole body are twitching.
There are six heavy, seven heavy, eight heavy...
Ye Chenfeng was under increasing space pressure and worked hard for four days. He finally compressed the second ghost face and the spiritual power of the heart into the veins, and cultivated the reinforcements to the level of nine. The physical strength has reached 180,000 jin, and the distance of Dacheng's 200,000 jin is only one step away.
The more difficult it is to practice the six-pulse gods, the two ghost faces will not be able to practice the refining temperament to the degree of Dacheng." Ye Chenfeng sighed softly.
Although Ye Chenfeng still has a few soul-level souls, the pressure in the gravity space is getting stronger and stronger, and the pressure on Ye Chenfeng is getting bigger and bigger.
After contemplation, he gave up the idea of ​​taking time to practice the refining of the environment into a big environment, preparing to attack the space wall and make the final stroke.
Ye Chenfeng sat in the knees, silently adjusted for a while, adjusted his own state to the best, and stood up against the overwhelming space pressure, slowly stood up.
"Changyun palm!"
Ye Chenfeng took a deep breath and blended the power and soul of the whole body to form an amazing force of 250,000 jins. All of them were poured into the right palm and slammed into the solid space. A palm.
"Booming..."
An unbeatable wave of palms and palms flew out, where the palms of the palms blew open, the airflow surged, and the force was compressed to the extreme palm of the hand. The bombardment hit the space wall and shook the space. There is a distortion in the boundary wall.
After a palm, Ye Chenfeng successively printed three palms, continuously bombarding the twisted space boundary wall, and there was a spider web-like crack in the space wall.
But before the leaves are happy, the cracks in the wall of the space are repaired at a speed visible to the naked eye, and the distorted space is restored to calm.
"Awful, or not."
The physical strength has nearly doubled, and it is still impossible to break the space wall. Ye Chenfeng can't help but worry.
After a simple rest, Ye Chenfeng sprayed out six swords, one hand intertwined with the sword and mans, and one hand hit the cloud, and spared no effort to attack the space wall.
The attack power of Ye Chenfeng’s left and right bows is terrible, but the toughness of the space wall exceeds his imagination. Ye Chenfeng’s crazy attack on a fragrant time, the body’s soul is almost exhausted and still fails to break. Space boundary wall.
This leaves Ye Chenfeng's whole heart fall into a trough and is anxious.