The corpse energy in his body surged, and Ye Feng's eyes were flowing with green light, and he swung out with a punch.

"Boom!!!"

This punch was nearly 20,000 kilograms, and even a small hill would shake it.

However, what made Ye Feng frown was that the punch was swept as if it was entangled by an invisible force, as if it was hit on cotton.

"It's useless!" Xiang Zhuang had a stern smile on his face, "The power of artistic conception is invisible. Your substantial power cannot break the power of artistic conception at all. The little bastard, tell me the secret on you obediently, I can give you a pleasure. Otherwise, I don't mind arresting you and giving it to the group of madmen in the scientific research department!"

"Since you have broken through the power of artistic conception, I will kill you!"

"Kill me?" Xiang Zhuang seemed to hear the funnyest joke in the world, bent down and laughed.

"boom!"

Ye Feng's figure suddenly appeared beside Xiang Zhuang, and his fist passed by the afterimage.

"Little bastard, this is my artistic conception. Do you think you can hurt me? It's ridiculous!" Xiang Zhuang's figure sounded from all directions.

The huge blood-colored bat wings kept flashing, and Ye Feng frowned and hung in the air, feeling helpless. Even after taking Qiongqi's essence and blood, his combat power increased by 500. However, facing Xiang Zhuang with a combat power of 2,600 was still not enough.

However, Ye Feng also saw that he could not break Xiangzhuang's method, and with Xiangzhuang's ability, it would be impossible for him to kill him in a short while.

Just as Ye Feng guessed, Xiang Zhuang, which integrates into the artistic conception, does not have the confidence to kill Ye Feng in one blow.

Zombies are known as immortal, so they are not so easy to kill.

Furthermore, Xiang Zhuang is not a Taoist priest, and there are almost no means to restrain zombies. He can only trap Ye Feng with the power of artistic conception.

However, Xiangzhuang would not sit still and wait for death.

"Sigh!"

Suddenly, a metal friction sounded.

Ye Feng suddenly turned around, looked at the rusty blood-colored spear that was coming from behind, and his right hand formed a palm, used his hand instead of a knife, and met him hard.

"Crack!"

The blood-colored spear broke down in response to the sound.

However, the broken blood-colored spear did not disappear, but turned into a roll of blood and rushed towards him.

Ye Feng opened his mouth wide and swallowed the coming blood and thunder sounded from his body, and the corpse air gushed out from his pores.

"boom!"

At the same time, Ye Feng's figure moved and shot towards the distance.

"I don't believe it, your artistic conception is endless!"

"Do you want to escape?"

Xiang Zhuang's figure appeared in the air, staring at Ye Feng, who had turned into a afterimage with cold eyes.

With a sneer on the corner of his mouth, Xiang Zhuang took a deep breath, stretched out his hands, and a roll of blood-colored internal force kept flowing between his fingers.

Gradually, Xiang Zhuang's aura became cold.

"Boom!"

Ye Feng, who was shooting, suddenly stopped and looked up at the top of his head.

Weird lightning flashed in the bloody sky, and huge vortexes seemed to be about to devour everything. A spear made of blood-colored jade slowly poked out of the vortex.

"Dragon Death!!!"

Xiang Zhuang's shout echoed everywhere, rolling like thunder.

"boom!!!"

The blood spear slowly poked out of the vortex was like a big falling star, piercing towards Ye Feng.

Ye Feng's face darkened, and the blood gun brought him a sense of fatal crisis.

Under this gun, it seems that everything in the world is an ant, and everything will be destroyed.

Xiang Zhuang's face was a little pale. Looking at the blood spear falling from the sky, he said in a stern manner: "Little bastard, you should be in peace if you die under my Xiang family's unique skills. Humph, but even if you die, I will take your wreckage for research!"

"Qingming!!!"

"Clang clang clang!!!"

A series of bright cold lights rose from Ye Feng's back, and ninety flying knives connected from head to tail, like long whips, harshly squeezing the blood spear falling from the sky.

"Buzz!"

The blood spear shines everywhere, and it sucks strange energy ripples.

"boom!"

Before he had contacted the blood gun, nine hundred and ninety flying knives seemed to have been hit hard, and they burst and flew around.

Ye Feng's blue eyes were filled with cold light, his white fangs were exposed, and he growled: "Chaoyang!!!"

"Shisheshesheshesheshesheshesheshesheshesheshesheshesheshesheshesheshesheshesheshesheshesheshesheshesheshesheshesheshesheshesheshesheshesheshesheshesheshesheshesheshesheshesheshesheshesheshe

The flying knife that was flying around was suddenly ignited, and rolled up flames, as if it was about to melt the flying knife.

"What kind of martial arts is this?"

Xiang Zhuang's face looked at the flying knives condensed in the distance again. The flying knives covered by flames seemed to turn into a scorching sun.

Chaoyang, one of the three major killing moves of Ten Thousand Wheels Slash.

This move puts a great load on the flying knife. After this move, nine hundred and ninety flying knives must be warmed for a period of time, otherwise it will completely collapse.

"boom!!!"

It was as if the sun was rising, and endless fires splashed everywhere.

Blasted hard on the blood gun!

The two collided, and the violent explosion ripples swept across all directions, and the entire artistic conception was shaken.

"puff!"

A wisp of blood overflowed from the corner of Xiang Zhuang's mouth.

"Damn it, you actually hurt my artistic conception!" Xiang Zhuang clenched his fists, "Little bastard, today, I must cut you into pieces."

Ye Feng suddenly turned around, his eyes flowing with cold light, staring at Xiang Zhuang, who was floating in the distance with a ferocious face, "Guixu!!!"

The last killing move of Ten Thousand Wheels Slash.

"boom!"

The scorching sun above Ye Feng's head suddenly collapsed, and the dust returned to the dust, and the soil returned to the soil!

Looking at the cracking sun, Xiang Zhuang felt a sense of ominous premonition, as if he was being targeted by a ferocious beast.

"He actually made me feel a sense of crisis? How is this possible?" From the beginning to the end, even though Ye Feng was struggling, Xiang Zhuang didn't think he was in danger.

But now, Xiang Zhuang's instinct told him that he had to leave immediately.

Suddenly, a bunch of metal crushed pieces appeared around Xiangzhuang.

"What's this?"

Layers of metal powder kept falling down, Xiang Zhuang's pupils suddenly contracted, and the internal force rolled out as if it was not worth it.

Every metal powder has terrible power, just like an invincible sword.

"Clang clang clang!!!"

In the air, Xiang Zhuang was covered with rounds of Mars, and the dense and endless metal powder swept across him.

Ye Feng's eyes were cold, and the dark corpse air surged out.

"Feng Yan Realm!!!"

"Buzz!"

In a trance, the scenery in front of Xiangzhuang changed.

"Damn it, it's that illusion again!"

Looking at the doomsday scenes appearing around, Xiang Zhuang's face changed drastically.

The sky shakes and the earth shakes, and the stars fall.

Ten strange figures walked out of the stars.

These ten figures are exactly the ten painting souls. As the nightmare eye continues to transform, they have completely merged with Feng Yan Realm.

Ye Feng seemed to be able to penetrate the Mars lingering around Xiang Zhuang, and his lips moved slightly, "The ultimate kill... Ruins!"

"Buzz!"

The flying female sword suddenly turned into a afterimage and stabbed Xiang Zhuang's eyebrows.

"puff!"

Blood sprayed, Xiang Zhuang's eyebrows were broken by a mother's knife.

"Little bastard, you deserve to die!!!"
Chapter completed!