Chapter 620: Holy Land Will

"Hmph, no matter how strong your physical strength is or how fast you are, how can you compare with this prince's Dharma-image martial soul?"

"Under such circumstances, you, a mere half-step into the Void, actually chose to fight me head-on? You simply don't know how to live or die!"

Ye Yushang was also shocked by this scene at first, but then a strong murderous intent quickly surged in his eyes. Si Tu

As long as he kills this kid, the surrounding warriors will be shocked by his saintly Dharma-image martial soul at this moment, and the teleportation talisman will be in his pocket, right?

In this case, we must fight quickly and decisively.

After a cold laugh, Ye Yushang moved his body, and the martial soul on his head burst out a bright light. In the majestic and solemn Dharma-image virtual shadow, there were waves of almost violent waves sweeping away.

It can be seen that at this moment, he also urged his Yuanli to the extreme. Facing Ye Feng's earth-shaking punch, although he was purely using physical strength and explosive power, it still frightened Ye Yushang.

Boom...

The saint's Dharma image stood in the void, revealing a vast and ancient sound. The aura of stepping into the sky and the majestic power made the surrounding warriors spread out a few feet further.

The void was crushed, the air flow was madly running, and the whole Dragon King City was truly shrouded in a breath that shook the world.

"The saint's finger!"

Ye Yushang raised his arm, and the Dharma image martial soul above his head also raised his right hand, and the postures of the two were perfectly combined.

At this moment, his breath burst to the peak. After drinking these four words, the saint's Dharma image's right index finger burst out a bright light, seemingly slowly, but in fact, it was extremely fast and pointed at Ye Feng's fist that was rumbling and rushing towards him.

A bright starlight lit up.

Bang bang bang.

Wherever the starlight passed, the void bloomed with countless fireworks-like air explosions. This finger brought an irresistible destructive force and enveloped Ye Feng.

When the "Finger of the Saint" struck down, Ye Feng's face remained calm.

However, judging from the veins on his forehead, the opponent's attack also made Ye Feng go all out.

Seeing that the fist and the finger were about to collide with each other, there was no fluctuation of Yuanli on Ye Feng's fist from beginning to end.

Did he really want to rely on his own physical strength to confront Ye Yushang's Saint Dharma Martial Soul?

This courage is really too big.

Although Ye Feng's Yuanli, which was half a step into the void, was not worth mentioning in front of the Saint Dharma Martial Soul, it could at least offset some damage. If it was just relying on strength, I'm afraid that Ye Feng would be crushed into a ball of meat by this huge finger.

The speed between the two was rapidly approaching, and when the distance was only half a foot, Ye Feng's blood suddenly boiled, and finally, a layer of light blue flame wrapped around his fist.

This flame... was not condensed by the power of fire element.

The essence of the light blue flame is Ye Feng's final means - the blue-black ghost fire.

Moreover, this group of peerless fire ranked seventh on the list of strange fires directly revealed its shape, like a sharp sword, or like a hard armor, protected in his right fist, and used powerful force and extremely fast speed to transport it out.

"Look at me, Ye Feng, break your Dharma-phase martial soul!"

The low and short shout showed the kingly aura.

As soon as this layer of light blue flame that could almost melt everything appeared, the surrounding temperature soared to hundreds of degrees in an instant, as if it fell into a flame furnace.

"Boom!"

In the air, the three-meter-high sage Dharma-phase seemed to have a violent heart tremble.

"Break!"

Ye Feng's eyes were indifferent, and a blue flame flashed in his pupils. At this moment, the blue-black ghost fire had torn the void and hit the Dharma-phase martial soul's finger fiercely.

The vitality between heaven and earth exploded, and a wave of amazing air swept away.

Under the gaze of countless dull eyes in Dragon King City, a fist and a finger finally touched each other in the most direct and simple way, like a comet hitting the earth.

"Bang!"

The earth was shaking.

This ancient city left over from ancient times was shaking like an earthquake at this moment. The earth-shaking sound spread for hundreds and thousands of miles. Circles of violent energy ripples spread out, forcing those who had already avoided people far away to run to the outside again.

Liu Shuyu, who had been standing on a high platform in the distance to watch the battle, and two or three other first-tier masters, now looked very solemn, and their figures each flew to the sky above the battle between the two sides.

The battle between Ye Yushang and Ye Feng undoubtedly made them pay great attention.

Boom...

Circles of vitality fluctuations continued to spread in all directions, but Ye Yushang's martial soul phantom and Ye Feng's figure seemed to be stagnant, confronting each other.

"Your Silver Crow Commandery's Saint Ancestor Dharma Image seems to be just this good. Break it for me!"

Ye Feng's right arm maintained the bombardment posture, and his feet stepped on the ground, which had already cracked the area several feet in radius.

But the light blue flame on his right fist was still light and agile at this moment, and its brightness became more and more dazzling.

As his voice sounded, the light blue flame suddenly increased, breaking the blockade of the powerful Yuanli infused by the martial soul phantom, and entangled towards the thick finger.

The strength and terror of the blue black ghost fire revealed its endless power at this moment.

"Chichi..."

The flames burned the void, making a sound that made people's teeth itch. The Yuanli stimulated by the Dharma-phase Martial Soul was rapidly disappearing. The finger pointed by Ye Yushang's Martial Soul was actually at a disadvantage at this moment, and there was a possibility that it would be burned into nothingness.

Seeing this scene, everyone gasped.

"How is it possible? This prince's martial soul has condensed the sage's Dharma-phase and contains a trace of sage's will. It is impossible to be defeated by a half-step into the Void Warrior!"

Under the burning of the light blue flame, Ye Yushang's shocked and angry voice also sounded again.

"Die!"

Suddenly, the Dharma-phase Martial Soul that was fighting with Ye Feng above his head suddenly opened his tightly closed eyes.

A golden gaze containing infinite depth shone out, and under this gaze that froze people's minds, Ye Yushang's Dharma-phase Martial Soul spoke human words, and a throbbing soul sounded on the spot.

"Whoever provokes this Saint Fengying, kneel down and accept death!"

Boom boom...

Like the sound of a bell, the will of the Saint cannot be disobeyed.

When this majestic voice sounded, all the warriors within a radius of dozens of feet around showed expressions of extreme fear.

Under such an aura of oppression, the words came true, and no matter how powerful they were, they had no power to disobey. They were overwhelmed by the huge will and knelt down in unison...