Chapter 88: You are destined to be a loser

"Shen Tuheng was injured. He was injured by Ye Chenfeng with bare hands."
"This leaf morning wind is too change. If he breaks through the level of the beast, he will not know how strong it will be."
Seeing the scene where Ye Chenfeng punched Shen Tuheng and vomited blood, and surrounded the Wufu disciples around the fighting soul field.
"The Beast Soul."
The pale-skinned Shen Tuheng wiped the blood from the corners of his mouth with his sleeves. The soul beast lizard emerged from his body, and blue armor was condensed on his body surface, covering his whole body, greatly enhancing his defense. force.
And the Beast Spirit is a kind of magical power that the beast will master. After the beast is enchanted, the body defense will be greatly improved, but the corresponding soul power is also consumed.
"Wind Knife!"
Shen Tuheng violently screamed, holding the water moon knife to launch a fierce attack on Ye Chenfeng, and a fierce knife stalk like a gust of wind and rain generally swept to Ye Chenfeng.
"Transformation Phantom!"
Looking at Ye Chenfeng will be shrouded by the slashing knife of Shen Tuheng, and the light flashes at the foot of Ye Chenfeng, instantly transforming a speed shadow.
"Boom!"
The wind knife fell, and Ye Chenfeng directly swallowed it under the shadow of the wind and disappeared.
I haven't waited for Shen Tuheng to be happy. Suddenly, he felt a strong dangerous feeling behind him, and he instinctively wanted to dodge.
But in the moment he evaded, Ye Chenfeng compressed his power to the extreme fist and slammed it on his body. He smashed the body of the beast that covered his body and shocked his body. .
"The afterimage, how fast is this speed, even condenses the speed afterimage."
Seeing Ye Chenfeng in an instant, condensing the speed of the afterimage, deceived Shen Tuheng, and he took a boxing injury scene, and the fighting soul field exploded.
The strength of Ye Chenfeng completely conquered them.
"Wind Knife!"
Shen Tuheng forcibly suppressed the tumbling blood, holding the water moon knife and constantly attacking Ye Chenfeng. For a time, the entire fighting soul field was arrogant and savvy.
"Shen Tuheng, your attack is too slow."
In the face of the crazy offensive launched by Shen Tuheng, Ye Chenfeng did not panic. He sneaked into the phantasm of the sacred mind, and easily evaded a sharp knife, close to the body of Shen Tuheng.
"Fright!"
Ye Chenfeng was a little empty, and a fiercely pointed man stunned out and swayed to attack Shen Tuheng.
"Hey!"
Unable to prevent, Shen Tuheng's chest was pointed by the horror, and the sharp hit the beast soul, leaving a deep mark on the surface.
The next moment, Ye Chenfeng's entire body broke out with amazing physical strength, and a punch was shot in the near future.
Terrorist fists with an unparalleled sense of oppression, leaving a white light of a few feet in the void, bombarded the chest of Shen Tuheng, terrible power to let Shen Tuheng feel a strong sense of suffocation.
"Moon Shadow!"
Feeling the terribleness of Ye Chenfeng’s fist, Shen Tuheng’s retreat, while holding the knife in both hands, a half-moon shape, the knife that dragged the long tail shadow fell, and squatted in the air The fists on the mans.
"Boom!"
The fist of the blast of Ye Chenfeng was smashed, and a sound like a thunderous blast exploded. The powerful force shook the air and there was a dense ripple of water.
"Swords!"
The moment when the fist is broken, Ye Chenfeng takes the sword with him, and shoots a sword mandled by the sword. He draws a sword mark in the air and directly breaks the soul of the beast and pierces it. Shen Tuheng's chest.
A lot of blood is like a fountain, sprayed out on the chest of Shen Tuheng.
"It's too strong, and this leaf morning wind is too strong, and it will die and die."
"Yes, Shen Tuheng is back to the sky, and he can only take his own insults."
Looking at the blood in his chest, his face was pale and there was no Shen Tuheng. Almost no one was optimistic about him.
And Shen Tubing, Shen Tubing revealed the color of fear. They never dreamed that Ye Chenfeng’s strength grew so fast. In just a few months, he grew to the point of letting himself look up.
"No, I won't lose, I must win."
Looking at the chest, Shen Tuheng is like a wounded wolf, screaming loudly.
Heart is proud, he has never put Ye Chenfeng in his eyes, and he will never be allowed to lose to Ye Chenfeng in the public.
"Ye Chenfeng, this is what you forced me." Shen Tuheng's eyes revealed a sensation of color, quickly took out a blood red remedy from the Qiankun bag, and swallowed his stomach in the stomach. .
"Boom!"
A burst of blood burst into the body of Shen Tuheng, like a wolf smoke straight into the sky.
Shen Tuheng's own strength, under the stimulation of this blood red medicinal herb, climbed up, and soon crossed the first-class beast, reaching the level of the second-level beast.
"Nine products crazy magic Dan."
Looking at the entanglement of the whole body, Shen Tuheng, Tan Changlao, and Liu Chang's face changed slightly. They did not think that Shen Tuheng would take the Jiu Pin Dan medicine crazy magic to fight at any cost.
"Ye Chenfeng, I want your life."
The blood of the eyes is red, and the violent scent of Shen Tuheng screams, and the hand is affected to launch a fierce attack on Ye Chenfeng.
Forced to upgrade to the second-level beast will be the realm, Shen Tuheng regardless of attack power or attack speed have been greatly improved, a sturdy knife and mans continue to fall, forcing Ye Chenfeng to retreat.
"Wind Knife!"
Ye Chenfeng's foot movements and illusions, while avoiding the knives of the knives, Shen Tuheng plunged from the sky, and the wind and rain-like knives swept down and shrouded Ye Chenfeng.
"Broken sword."
Looking at the raging winds that fell in the sky, Ye Chenfeng’s pupils contracted into the most dangerous pinholes. He slammed the Qiankun bag and broke the sword into a stunned shot.
Ye Chenfeng held the broken sword in his right hand, and the body sprayed a strong sword, and stabbed the sky. The terrible sword made the heart of the place tremble.
"Swords, this seems to be a sword."
Tan Chang, Liu Chang is a well-informed person, and he noticed that Ye Chenfeng’s sword contained the taste of the sword and his face changed at the same time.
Because even the owner of the Tianhuo Zongjiantang, who did not understand the swordsman’s dreams.
It can be said that the swordsman who understands the sword is not a big man in the future.
"Swords, broken."
Ye Chenfeng’s sword was thrown out, and a horrible sword mang shot out. A sword broke the knives and smashed into the face of Shen Tuheng.
"Hey!"
Shen Tuheng only felt the flash of light in front of him. The next moment, his right arm was pierced by sharp swordsman, his arm was separated from his body, and fell to the ground with the water moon knife.
"Ah!"
The right arm was smashed by Ye Chenfeng, and the painful Shen Tuheng sent out a heartbreaking mourning sound. A large amount of blood splattered at the broken arm and stained the ground.
"Shen Tuheng, you are destined to be a loser."
Ye Chenfeng looked at the broken arm, and the painful mourning of Shen Tuheng, there was no trace of mercy on his face, leaving a word, turned and jumped into the contest, under the watchful eyes of a pair of awe. Leave slowly.