Although Wu Feng was slapped by Weng Chai, Weng Chai couldn't feel much more careless. Weng Chai was personally guided by the ancestor Maoshan on the Broken Soul Cliff. Over the past year, the most powerful skill he had learned was this feminine palm. Its skill was naturally above his master, Master Qingfeng. With one palm, the huge rock weighing thousands of pounds could break when it was broken. The palm that Wu Feng slapped just now was naturally not afraid to be careless. In terms of momentum, Wu Feng felt the powerful pressure of the master in front of him. If he didn't use all the energy he was slapped out, he would either be slapped to death by the master in front of him, which would be broken by the bones and bones, and the true energy would flow backwards, or he would be seriously injured and become the fish on his chopping board. Therefore, Wu Feng also fought his life this time.

Although Wu Feng acted desperately and fought with the surrender Weng Chai, he was still unable to defeat him. He was slapped away by Weng Chai. His body hit the pine and cypress growing on the grave, and broke the big tree in the waist. After breaking the big tree, Wu Feng's body had not stopped yet, and flew backwards one or two feet away before he could barely stop. He felt his chest was stuffy, his throat was sweet, and the blood in his body seemed to be burning. The black air filled with his body suddenly penetrated his flesh and drilled into his body. The pain was so painful that people could bear.

Finally, Wu Feng's body hit a raised stone tablet again, and finally stopped sliding. The large stone tablet was hit and cracked several spider-web-like cracks. Wu Feng opened his mouth and directly spit out a mouthful of dirty blood that was emitting black gas. He coughed continuously, and his anger suddenly became weaker.

When the anger was weak, the rich black aura wrapped around Wu Feng's body desperately penetrated into Wu Feng's body, trying to occupy Wu Feng's body and drive Wu Feng's three souls and seven spirits out of his body. With Wu Feng's cultivation level, it would be so easy for these evil spirits to take their lives. He stretched out his tongue and bit the tip of his tongue with force with his upper and lower teeth. Blood suddenly flowed out. Wu Feng felt his spirit excited, reached into his arms, and touched the corpse-subduing ruler.

At the same time, after fighting with Wu Feng, Weng Chai did not get much benefit. After all, Wu Feng's palm condensed his cultivation and brought the feminine palm to the extreme that he could master at this age. Weng Chai's body also retreated several steps, and the black air in his body suddenly penetrated into his body. The old bones all over his body made a cracking sound, and the internal organs seemed to be strongly shaken. His steps staggered back seven or eight steps before stopping. His throat turned sweet, and a shallow and thin blood line slowly overflowed from the corner of his mouth.
Chapter completed!