Achievement at the Beginning, Picking up the Sage of the Demon

Rumbling--

The huge palm print and the golden meteor collided in mid-air, causing countless gusts of wind.

Everyone on the ground was busy raising their sleeves to hide their faces, and Peng Zhiwen's roar could be faintly heard in their ears.

"Ah ah ah ah! Cheng Feng, today I will break your tricks, leaving you helpless from now on!"

Peng Zhiwen roared and roared, the golden tiger armor bursting with golden light all over his body, as if it was about to burn.

He urged the martial art of Rui Jinhu Killing Armor to the extreme, with murderous aura permeating his gestures, and the golden holy light billowed like flames! As if to burn everything!

Even the people watching the battle below couldn't help but change their colors.

Peng Zhiwen completely let go of his hands and feet to fight, but some of them affected the audience below them. At the critical moment, Xue Ziyan, who was watching the battle among the crowd, made a move. A purple cloud covered the sky above the audience, and at the same time it was wrapped in a cool breeze, which made everyone feel better.

"Thank you Sister Xue!"

Someone recognized Xue Ziyan and quickly thanked him.

The latter didn't care, his gaze was far away towards the sky. At this time, the outcome of this move was finally successfully separated.

After all, the huge palm print disappeared.

Under Peng Zhiwen's desperate urge, he finally succeeded in breaking Cheng Feng's imperial martial arts.

As the dust dissipated, and the golden light pierced the sky, Peng Zhiwen still stood on the sky, behind the golden wings fanning the wind, majestic and majestic.

"Cheng Feng! Your methods have been exhausted, give up! I will not take your life!" Peng Zhiwen laughed loudly.

At this moment, he felt the infinite brilliance of life, as if a bright prospect had been presented in front of him.

However, Cheng Feng scratched his head and yawned and said, "Give up? Why should I give up? You didn't beat me."

"Humph!"

Peng Zhiwen snorted coldly, and said loudly: "Your tricks have been cracked by me, but you have no other means? After all, you and I are in the same school. I would like to advise you that it is not too embarrassing to proclaim your defeat by yourself. Otherwise, I will take the initiative later, and you will be ugly!"

As soon as he said this, Fu Cheng and others in the corner frowned slightly.

What an idiot...

And Cheng Feng also scratched his head, "You just broke me with one move, which counts as a win? Why don't you try again?"

"What do you mean... Fuck!"

As soon as Peng Zhiwen's voice fell, he suddenly saw several palm prints that covered the sky and sun flew out of Cheng Feng's palm, rushing toward him as if to drown everything!

Each of these palm prints is an emperor-level martial art, capable of breaking mountains and seas, with infinite power!

"Fuck? Fuck!"

Peng Zhiwen looked stupid, the palm prints that covered the sky and the sun seemed endless, and it was hard to see how heavy it was!

This palm print, every blow is almost the same as the palm shot by Cheng Feng just now!

And just now, Peng Zhiwen just cracked a palm print, and he has done his best!

"not good!"

Peng Zhiwen made a decisive decision, turned around and rushed to the distance.

However, he was a step slower after all.

boom--

There was a loud and deafening noise.

Countless people below watched this scene dumbfounded.

The golden meteor soaring in the sky was blasted into cinder abruptly by the huge palm prints that obscured the sky and the sun...

After a while.

A dark shadow fell from the sky and fell to the ground fiercely with a muffled noise.

boom--

"Wow, I won't be killed directly, right?" Many people twitched their mouths, and looked at Peng Zhiwen who was crawling on the ground with a little fright.

Is it at least a few hundred feet high?

Peng Zhiwen fell directly from such a height, I'm afraid it's not...

"Ahem! Ahem!"

Suddenly, Peng Zhiwen struggled to get up from the ground, his body dripping with blood and dust, and his face was unkempt and embarrassed.

Cheng Feng leaned forward nervously, picking up a branch from nowhere and poking it twice.

"Oh, you haven't reached the point where you need to pay for medical expenses, right?" Cheng Feng asked.

"Damn, Cheng Feng, you...cough cough..."

When Peng Zhiwen moved, he coughed, and his eyes showed hatred.

He barely supported his body and got up, staggering back two steps.

Sudden!

He laughed loudly, the laughter was deafening!

"Hahahaha! Cheng Feng, I didn't intend to use this trick, but now that I'm forced to use it, I have to use this trick!"

Peng Zhiwen smiled, but the hideous color on his face remained undiminished. "Cheng Feng, don't blame me for not being able to win! If you are to blame, blame you for being too high-profile and being hated by others!"

"What are you doing?" Cheng Feng scratched his head.

Among the crowd, Xue Ziyan suddenly realized something and immediately shouted: "No! Cheng Feng don't fight with him anymore, come back soon!"

"It's too late!"

Peng Zhiwen took a deep breath and closed his eyes.

In the next moment, a tiger head appeared on his forehead!

The tiger's head is ferocious, the beard and hair are upside down, and the white forehead looks piercing!

Xue Ziyan said in shock: "This is... the soul form that Peng Zhiwen condensed! No, he must have practiced the soul attack secret technique! Cheng Feng be careful, don't fight him, come back soon!"

Cheng Feng was stunned for a moment, looking at the tiger head on Peng Zhiwen's eyebrows that had not acted yet.

To be honest, he really didn't feel any threat from this thing.

"I said, it's too late!"

Peng Zhiwen took a deep breath.

"Roar--"

The tiger head between Peng Zhiwen's eyebrows and his soul form suddenly opened his blood basin and roared.

The tiger roared, and the sound shook the mountains and forests!

"Die to me!" Peng Zhiwen roared angrily.

When this voice went down, the ground under the feet of both of them was broken!

Suddenly, an invisible wave was engulfed in this sound, and it came directly towards Cheng Feng for a while!

This is a soul attack!

The distance between the two is too close, it is impossible to avoid it!

"Peng Zhiwen actually wanted to kill Cheng Feng!"

Xue Ziyan was shocked. She thought that Peng Zhiwen hadn't had time to learn soul martial arts after just breaking through. It can be seen that Peng Zhiwen's actions at this time were really prepared! From the very beginning, I was ready to kill Cheng Fengtong!

You must know that no matter how defying the martial artist of the Wuzong realm is, it is impossible to defeat the Wuwang realm. The only reason is that the soul has not condensed and formed.

The soul that has not been condensed is too loose to be able to resist the attack of the soul!

And the human soul is extremely fragile!

It can be said that one touch is dead!

"go to hell!"

Peng Zhiwen roared and exhausted his full strength to completely mobilize this soul attack secret technique.

In an instant, the soul power he had accumulated was completely used up!

"Do not!"

Xue Ziyan's hands were trembling, and her face was extremely pale.

I knew that...she would never encourage Cheng Feng to fight Peng Zhiwen! In her opinion, she actually killed Cheng Feng!

How can I explain to the senior official and sister?

Xue Ziyan's legs trembled and she was almost unsteady on her feet. At the same time, an inexplicable sadness filled her heart, making her hard to swallow.

But at this moment...

"Hey, if you want to talk, just say it well, why do you spray my face with stars?"

Cheng Feng's untuned voice suddenly sounded.

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