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Chapter 177 The strongest battle

In the sky, Shi Feng and Feng Qianyu both stopped. Shi Feng stood on the Ghost Wolf. The energy in his body had been consumed by the attack just now. His body seemed to have lost its power, like a candle in the wind, shaking on the Ghost Wolf.

Shi Feng quickly swallowed a fourth-grade pill for healing, then used the Nine Netherworld Achievement, and then devoured energy with the Holy Fire.

"I actually blocked my attack again!" Feng Qianyu looked at Shi Feng in front of him, and also swallowed one of the fourth-grade healing pills and one of the Huiyuan pills. His face was full of murderous intent at this moment. If this guy continues to let him grow, there will be endless troubles!

"The Bloodthirsty Demonic Art is indeed extraordinary. In just a short time, Yuanli has recovered so quickly!" Looking at the energy consumed by Shi Feng in front of him that was rapidly recovering, Feng Qianyu naturally thought it was the relationship between the Bloodthirsty Demonic Art swallowing blood. In fact, he didn't know that Shi Feng also had the Nine Netherworld Art, which swallowed the power of death.

As soon as his body moved, Feng Qianyu flew rapidly towards Shi Feng, and the air flow of his right hand rotated, and the killer move condensed in his hand again.

This time, when Feng Qianyu rushed over, Shi Feng looked calm and stared at his body. In the desert dust below, there were dense corpses of thousands of human race and monsters, and murmured softly, "It's almost done."

Shi Feng made seals with his hands, and his handprints kept changing, and he shouted in his mouth: "Nine Nethers! The Formation of Ten Thousand Corpse!" Then the handprints separated, and Shi Feng's hands widened, as if they were welcoming a storm. In the world, gusts of cold wind blew up, and Shi Feng's long hair was dancing. Thousands of corpses in the desert seemed to be under strong gravity and quickly floated into the void.

As the name suggests, the formation of ten thousand corpses is formed by a large formation of ten thousand corpses, but against a mere two-star martial artist, Shi Feng believed that with his current strength, he had enough to set up a formation with thousands of corpses!

"The Formation of Ten Thousand Corpse, the Formation of Ten Thousand Corpse of the Emperor of Death!" Feng Qianyu saw the corpses floating in the void, remembered the legend of the Formation of Ten Thousand Corpse, and quickly exclaimed.

The Ten Thousand Corpse Array is well known to everyone. This is the unique skill of Emperor Death. Emperor Death Ling Yefeng is the disciple of Emperor Nine Netherworld. The Ten Thousand Corpse Array, the full name is the Nine Netherworld Ten Thousand Corpse Array, which was created by Emperor Nine Netherworld and passed down from Ling Yefeng!

Corptoes floating in the void, bursts of black aura of death spread out, filling the void.

"The formation of ten thousand corpses is a formation that sets up ten thousand corpses. You are only two thousand corpses, and you are only in the Five-Star Martial King Realm. Even if you set up the formation of ten thousand corpses, what can you do!"

"I will still kill you!" Feng Qianyu shouted loudly, and the killing move condensed by his right palm blasted out. The wind and clouds changed color, and the strong wind roared again. A huge wind sword like a sword of divine punishment condensed above Shi Feng, like a giant mountain, and fell down with a bang. Under the giant sword, it seemed as if everything was about to be crushed.

"Break it for me!" Shi Feng also shouted loudly, stabbing with a sword, filled with black death energy, and rushed upwards with Shi Feng's movements, forming a huge black index finger, pointing toward the giant sword that was descending.

"Bang!" With one finger, the huge wind sword, like the sword of divine punishment, broke open like glass, and at the same time, the black index finger completely dissipated.

"How is that possible!" Feng Qianyu looked at all this with horror. Although the attack just now seemed calm and did not tremble as loud as before, his own attack condensed the strength of his whole body and was easily broken.

"Ten thousand corpses move together!" Shi Feng shouted again, and the human corpses and monster corpses floating in the void suddenly seemed to be coming alive. The corpses moved, and the black death aura emitted from the corpses was suddenly a little heavier than before.

Shi Feng raised the bloodthirsty sword in his hand high, first dyed it white, and then burned bloody flames. At the same time, a huge bloody flame giant sword condensed in the void.

Immediately afterwards, the thick black death aura emitted from the dead body seemed to be attracted by strong force, and they also rushed towards the blood-colored flame giant sword.

The burning bloody flame suddenly turned into a black death flame. The entire huge sword energy doubled. Then, Shi Feng shouted loudly: "Your Madam wants to see who killed whom!"

Before the shouting came, Shi Feng slashed down with a sword. The huge black flame giant sword followed Shi Feng's movement and slashed down towards Feng Qianyu in front of him, as if the giant pillar of the sky had fallen down.

"No! How could this happen! This power!" Feng Qianyu stared at the sky with wide eyes, full of horror and disbelief, "How is it possible that he is just a five-star martial king realm, and has set up an incomplete formation of corpses. How could he burst out with such a powerful force? What's going on!"

Immediately afterwards, Feng Qianyu roared, and his originally horrified face suddenly became firm. "I don't believe it. I can't even stop a scattered attack from the Martial King Realm today!"

"The wind dragon is coming!" Feng Qianyu shouted loudly, and his palms pushed out. Suddenly, a huge wind dragon took shape, raised its huge dragon head and roared. The sound of the dragon roar resounded throughout the world, and towards the giant sword slashed down above the sky, the power of the giant dragon rose violently.

The Fenglong comes to the world, and the fire dragon that Feng Xinyan once made in the flame territory and magma came to the world, and the Tianfeng Sect classics, but Feng Xinyan's fire dragon is incomparable to the power of the Fenglong that Feng Qianyu is now.

"Boom!" In the void, two huge forces collided again, which was a little more powerful and violent than before. At this moment, everyone's attention was attracted. This was the strongest force they had ever seen in their lives. The strongest battle, and this battle had been recorded in the history of the Yunlai Empire.

The chaotic energy was raging, a large amount of wind air, a large amount of black death aura, violent bloody flames, and dazzling white light swallowed the entire sky. Although their attention was focused, no one could see clearly the situation of the battle that was happening in the sky now, who would win and lose.

"Lao Wu, Mr. Feng is your master. Can you tell who won?" Chang Zunqing asked Wu Xiaoyun next to him nervously.

"I don't know, the time I have been in contact with my master is not as good as you." Wu Xiaoyun said, then looked at Ye Wuxie and asked, "Old Ye, you have known my master the longest time. Have you seen it?"

"I only have a few days left for you when I know that kid." Ye Wuxie said, and then prayed: "That kid must win. If he dies, we will wait to be killed by Feng Qianyu!"
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