"Send me on the way?

It depends on whether you have the ability.”

Bao Enyang laughed furiously, and a hint of ruthlessness flashed through his narrow eyes.

He stretched out his hands and floated in front of him, as if he was holding a ball, slowly rolling.

With one breath, hands quickly change, which is dazzling.

"Let you taste the power of Thousand Phantoms!"

Bao Enyang shouted loudly, and his aura rose steadily.

In the blink of an eye, his aura rose to the top, like a sharp sword, showing its sharpness.

The faint layer of energy on his surface gradually disappeared and merged into his palms. The powerful power was contained in it, and it was about to burst out.

Ye Nanfeng's face was slightly surprised.

"There are something in this Thousand Illusion God Palm, which can forcefully condense the Qi and power, use both palms as the shape to condense the Qi and power among them. The power of the palm technique is definitely not bad."

Ye Nanfeng said in his heart.

The Qi Condensation is formed and can only be used when it reaches the Grandmaster realm.

But Bao Enyang was only half a step to the peak of his internal strength, and he could use the power that only a master could use through martial arts, which was really surprising.

"No wonder Fu Qingcang has repeatedly challenged others by relying on this technique."

Ye Nanfeng's heart moved slightly, and with his internal strength, he could use his master-level power skills. As long as he did not encounter monster-level figures, he would basically be invincible at the same level.

"Boy! You're scared now, it's too late!"

Bao Enyang's hands were still round and changed rapidly, but his face was a little pale.

Obviously, using his strength to exert the Thousand Illusion Divine Palm, it is quite a burden to him.

"Who said I'm scared?

You should take action quickly! I will definitely completely crush your inexplicable confidence!"

Ye Nanfeng held his hands behind his back and smiled slightly, without any fear on his face.

If he wanted to kill Bao Enyang, he could just take action, but he would put Bao Enyang in the unimpeded use of the Thousand Phantom Divine Palm.

The reason why he didn't take action was just to see the power of the Thousand Phantoms of Phantoms.

"Don't be crazy!"

Seeing Ye Nanfeng's calm expression, Bao Enyang's face turned red, as if he was greatly humiliated. He roared and his body jumped up.

"Die for me!"

The energy in Bao Enyang's palms was extremely solid, as if it was the essence.

With his roar, he slapped his palms together.

Two large palm prints suddenly appeared in the air, solid as jade, emitting a dim light, making people feel dull, as if the palm prints contained powerful power.

Boom! The big palm print slapped at Ye Nanfeng with an unstoppable momentum. Wherever he passed, the strong wind was howling.

The entire ring shaking continuously, and the surroundings were directly destroyed, and the edges of the ring quickly cracked.

The strong wind was like a knife, and it hurt a lot on everyone's faces, and many people screamed even more.

Ye Nanfeng, who was on the ring, stood up with both hands, without any fear.

"Fu Qingcang's unique skill in becoming famous is indeed extraordinary. The Thousand Illusion Divine Palm can be called the best skill. Unfortunately, this palm technique is used by you. It is flashy and it is probably not even possible to achieve the power of three points."

Ye Nanfeng shook his head slightly.

"Let me break your Thousand Phantoms of Phantoms!"

Ye Nanfeng said lightly.

He kicked his right foot and rushed towards the two big palm prints like a shell.

His palms condensed energy, which was even more solid than Bao Enyang, and shone with dazzling light.

"break!"

Ye Nanfeng gently pushed out his two palms and slapped them directly on the two big palm prints.

Boom! A earth-shaking sound.

The two big palm prints fell apart and quickly dissipated.

"impossible!"

Bao En's eyes were bulging, and he looked at this scene incredibly.

He gathered all his strength to exert the Thousand Illusion Divine Palm, and never lost.

Even some warriors with peak internal strength cannot resist his palm and will eventually die under their own palm techniques.

But Ye Nanfeng broke his move so simply and roughly.

"What kind of strength is he?"

Bao Enyang breathed rapidly and was frightened.

At this moment, he finally realized that his strength was not as strong as Ye Nanfeng.

"Let's just stop here!"

A faint sound rang out.

Ye Nanfeng slapped Bao Enyang with a palm, and the wind swayed and whistled.

Bao Enyang looked horrified and his eyes were frightened. In order to use the Thousand Phantoms of Palm, he had already spent all his energy.

Although Ye Nanfeng's palm is not particularly powerful, it is enough to kill him! "No!"

In desperation, Bao Enyang roared.

But Ye Nanfeng's palm power had reached! Just as he was about to hit Bao Enyang, a ray of light flashed.

I saw a layer of protective cover appearing around Bao Enyang, blocking Ye Nanfeng's palm.

"This is not an air wall, this is a protective treasure."

Ye Nanfeng exclaimed lightly, glanced at the protective cover, and then he realized it.

However, the protective cover was not very strong. Ye Nanfeng slapped it with a palm and the protective cover immediately broke.

There was only a "bang".

Bao Enyang drew a parabola like a sandbag, flew out of the ring and fell heavily to the ground.

"I surrender! I surrender!"

Bao Enyang was dressed in rags, with a large piece of concave on his chest, and blood kept overflowing from his mouth, and his face was like gold paper.

If the protective cover hadn't helped him withstand more than half of the palm force, he would have been a dead person.

"The ring match...I won't play anymore...I admit defeat!"

Bao Enyang said with a dejected expression, looking at Ye Nanfeng who was high above the stage, his eyes were full of horror.

Now he can only rely on Ye Nanfeng to abide by the rules of the arena and let him live.

"I agree! But..." Ye Nanfeng smiled and slowly walked off the stage.

"But now I'm not on the ring."

Ye Nanfeng walked slowly to Bao Enyang, looked at him condescendingly, and said coldly, "Now let's settle the score well. You hurt Qi Batian, you hurt Wei Songbai, you kill ten of my boxers, how should you calculate this account!"

Bao Enyang naturally understood what Ye Nanfeng meant.

After brushing, his face became paler, and he even spit out another mouthful of blood because of fear.

"Please let me go! You can't kill me! I am Fu Qingcang's eldest disciple, you can't kill me!"

"I promise you that as long as you let me go, I will never dare to enter Chengjiang in the future, and I will never dare to hurt you again!"

"If you kill me, my master will definitely avenge me!"

Bao Enyang knelt down and cried and begged.

But Ye Nanfeng's face did not change at all.

"No matter how much you say, it is useless. Since you hurt my people and kill me, you will naturally have to pay the price of bleeding."

"As for your master... if I were afraid of him, I wouldn't have killed Ning Baoshan."

"So you can't escape death. If you are dissatisfied after death, you can ask Fu Qingcang to dream of it and tell him a word."

"I, Ye Nanfeng is waiting for him!"

Ye Nanfeng said lightly.

Then he bent his finger and flicked it. A small hole appeared on Bao Enyang's forehead, and blood spurted out from it and sprinkled all over the ground.

Bao Enyang's eyes were dull, as if he had no bones, and he was like a dead dog slid to the ground.

Following Ning Baoshan, Fu Qingcang's eldest disciple also died at the hands of Ye Nanfeng.
Chapter completed!