Before he finished speaking, he saw Weng Chai trembling all over his body, and his whole body was filled with rich black air again, turning into a black whirlwind and pounced towards Wu Feng. Wu Feng felt sad at this moment. He tried his best to release the evil things in the big coffin. He had only completed half of the steps. Weng Chai came over and confronted him head-on. Wu Feng had no confidence in defeating him at all, but Wu Feng could never do such a thing as waiting for death. No matter what, Wu Feng was also the true disciple of the Maoshan ancestor. Even if he died, he would die heroically. He should not be looked down upon or embarrass the ancestor.

Thinking of this, Wu Feng gritted his teeth and was also cruel. A murderous aura flashed in his eyes. After taking a deep breath, he activated the true energy in his dantian, spreading throughout his body. He roared and rushed towards Weng Chai. The corpse-subduing ruler in his hand seemed to feel the murderous aura on Wu Feng's body. Yingying emitted a layer of white light, and purple light flowed again in the ruler's body.

In an instant, the two people collided with each other. The fist Feng foot shadow was fierce. Both of them used all their strength, not daring to be careless at all. The black air in Wengchai's body was filled with black air. With every move, black air flashed past Wu Feng. Once the black air touched Wu Feng's body, the evil air would erode into the flesh and blood. The taste was naturally not good. It was really dangerous. However, Wu Feng was not easy to meet. Once he made a desperate posture, the shadows of the fist Feng palm were connected into one piece, blocking his body like an iron bucket. In a while, he didn't know how many evil spirits that Wengchai had attacked.

After staying in the cave in the Broken Soul Cliff for more than a year, Wu Feng specialized in practicing this feminine palm. After being adjusted by various powerful medicines by his ancestors, Wu Feng has been better than ordinary cultivators for more than ten or even decades of cultivation this year. Once he exerts his full strength, he will naturally be very powerful. The fist wind he swung with a sharp murderous aura. Without touching Weng Chai's body, the black air on Weng Chai's body trembled. If a palm was slapped and fell on Weng Chai's body, it would be at least a thousand pounds. Even if Weng Chai was powerful, he would inevitably spray out a mouthful of old blood.

The two of them added up their fists and feet, each move was a killer move, and they took the other's life. Their fights became more and more intense. The two of them were very fast. Ordinary people could not see how they made moves. All they could see was a piece of palm shadows and legs. In the dizzy eyes, the entire tomb chamber was hit by the solid and thick tomb walls. The two of them directly broke into deep pits after pits. For a moment, the dust flew, and it felt like the entire tomb chamber was shaking slightly.

Because Weng Chai absorbed too much evil spirit, he became stronger and stronger, and his strength seemed to be endless. However, Wu Feng was young after all, and had not undergone too much tempering. With such a high-intensity and tense fighting, a lot of cold sweat had already emerged from his head, and a lot of fists and feet were also fists and feet. A thin blood line had flowed out of the corner of his mouth. He was supported by a mouthful of blood and gritting his teeth and pushing it. This was another fight. Weng Chai had been at ease, but Wu Feng's movements became a little slow.
Chapter completed!