The defense is full of loopholes.

Ning Xiaoyao seized this opportunity and used the golden smoke rod to bombard Feng Chen's key points.

When Feng Chen came to his senses, eleven of the thirty-six vital points on his body had received fatal blows. If he had not had a strong physique and profound cultivation, he would have been killed long ago.

Of course, if it drags on for another hour and three quarters, all thirty-six vital points will be injured. Even if Feng Chen is an iron man, it is difficult to see external injuries, but Qi and blood will be blocked, blood vessels will be cut off, and the internal organs will not be able to function normally.

It is also considered as a medicine that has no effect.

The muscles on his face had been stiff for a long time, but the corners of Feng Chen's mouth still curled up slightly.

"It's indeed a good skill, but it's hard for me to convince someone with this!" Feng Chen shouted in his heart.

Everyone could already see that something was wrong with Feng Chen on the stage. No one knew what Feng Chen experienced in the illusion, but everyone present could hear the roar and wild laughter.

But the next moment, they felt a force of energy rippling from where Feng Chen was!

"Moon Wolf Heart Sutra", "Tiangang Zhengqi Jue" and "Tiger Roaring Dragon Yin Technique" are what Feng Chen has learned all his life. The three internal powers of the Yin system, the metal system, and the fire system collide back and forth in Feng Chen's Dantian, breaking away from the restraints on them.

The shackles, and then endless energy rushed to Feng Chen's whole body, and even every hair.

At this moment, Feng Chen felt his energy and blood surge, and his whole body was almost on fire. Although there was a slight discomfort, he only regarded it as a side effect of the strong contrast.

Immediately afterwards, he guided the energy to the wrist of his arm and into the blade of the Sun-hiding Sword.

Feng Chen shouted angrily and raised his hands to cover the sun.

Under the dazzling sunlight, one hundred and twenty-eight phantoms of sun-covering knives appeared, corresponding to one hundred and twenty-eight short and fat dwarfs.

The big sword in Feng Chen's hand drew a golden moon from top to bottom, and the 128 shadows of the sun-covering sword also drew a golden moon.

Kill the sun and moon!

A strong gust of wind swept through Wujianping, and the heroes blinked involuntarily.

Taking another closer look, the one hundred and twenty-eight Ning Xiaoyao had transformed into one, standing ten feet away from Feng Chen.

Ning Xiaoyao held his forehead, not wiping sweat, but wiping away a trace of blood.

He didn't say much, he just held the golden cigarette pole and cupped his hand towards Feng Chen, then walked off the stage.

There is no need to elaborate on who wins and who loses.

Feng Chen didn't stay too long. He politely handed over his hands to Ning Xiaoyao's leaving figure and turned around to leave.

He raised his feet for a moment, it was a bit laborious, and he even staggered a little, but no one could laugh.

Poppy had already greeted her husband and held his hot hand.

Poppy frowned, not only because the heat coming from Feng Chen's hand was wrong, but also because she caught a glimpse of a woman in a white dress holding her hands in front of her hands and approaching quickly with hurried steps.
Chapter completed!