Chapter 273 Snowflake Martial Spirit!
Chen Feng made a mistake and moved out of the way, so one of the two used Broken Waves Nine Heavens, and the other used Cave Gold Broken Jade Finger. You came and I fought, fighting for dozens of rounds in an instant, but neither of them could do anything to the other. .
A cold smile appeared at the corner of Yang Jingtian's mouth, and he shouted: "Chen Feng, although the power of this golden broken jade finger is not small, it consumes a huge amount of energy. Let's see how long you can last!"
Chen Feng smiled and said: "Then try it!"
Soon the tea time passed, and Chen Feng pointed out again that the Gang Qi was still abundant and extremely powerful, which shocked Yang Jingtian.
How can it be? How could Chen Feng, a loser, be so powerful? It’s actually been able to last for so long!
"No, it seems that his Gang Qi is very strong, and it will not be good for me to delay him any longer." Yang Jingtian thought of this. He immediately took a few steps back, and then slowly clapped his hands. The air was immediately filled with coldness, and the surrounding temperature dropped a lot, as if it was winter.
Ice Palm!
Both palms were pushed out, and countless palm shadows were layered on top of each other, instantly filling Chen Feng's sight, pressing down like a giant mountain, making it impossible for Chen Feng to hide or escape.
Countless ice flowers appeared in the air, and a thin layer of ice formed on the stage of life and death, making Chen Feng's feet slip and make it very difficult to perform the Misty Step. In such an environment, Piao Miao Bu's speed and ingenuity dropped by at least 50%.
Two days ago, when Yang Jingtian faced Shen Yanbing, Chen Feng had seen him use this ice palm. At that time, he felt it was very difficult to resist. But now when he faced it in person, this feeling was even more intense.
Because Chen Feng discovered that there were so many palm shadows all over the sky that he couldn't tell which move was real and which was false. If you make a wrong judgment, you will be seriously injured directly.
"Use this ice palm to interfere with your sight. If you want me to be unable to catch it, and at the same time to freeze the stage of life and death so that I can't dodge, well, let's try it hard and see who can win!" Chen Feng Looking up to the sky and roaring, the Purple Moon Sword came out of its sheath, jumped into the air, and struck out nine times in a row, which was a violent thunder attack.
The nine swords were slashed out, like nine full moons rising in the sky, and the violent thunder slashed into the shadow of the palm in the sky, making a loud banging sound.
Then the palm wind dissipated and the sword energy disappeared.
Chen Feng fell to the ground, a blush flashed across his face, and his chest heaved violently, while Yang Jingtian also took a step back, his face looking quite ugly.
With this move, the two of them were equally matched, and neither could do anything to defeat the other.
"Okay, that's interesting!" Yang Jingtian sneered: "It seems that I really underestimated you before, but it's useless, no matter how you act in front of me. You are just struggling to death. Compared with me, you will always be A waste."
Yang Chao was on the cliff. When he heard these words, he laughed and applauded: "Okay, my nephew said it well. As a descendant of our Yang family, we should be so domineering."
Chen Feng turned his head and glanced at him coldly. Yang Chao suddenly became furious, pointed at Chen Feng and shouted sternly: "What are you looking at, you little beast? How dare you disrespect the elders of the sect!"
Chen Fengli ignored him and turned his head again.
At this time, Guan Nantian frowned slightly, and Yang Buyi keenly caught all this, coughed lightly, and scolded in a low voice: "Okay, be quiet."
Only then did Yang Chao shut up angrily.
Chen Feng looked at Yang Jingtian with a hint of sarcasm on his lips: "You are really a child of a high-ranking family. It turns out that you, the children of aristocratic families, behave like this. It really opened my eyes."
A smile appeared at the corner of Yang Jingtian's mouth: "No matter how much you talk nonsense today, you are still going to die?"
He suddenly took a deep breath, raised his arms, and an extremely majestic momentum surged out of his body. In an instant, his momentum increased several times. Among the many disciples in the audience, some knowledgeable people exclaimed: "Yang Jingtian is going to use his martial spirit."
Behind Yang Jingtian, five yellow lights flashed in succession, and a light curtain appeared slowly, with stars inside that were very bright. And in this curtain of light, there is a snowflake, rising and falling, floating. With the appearance of this snowflake, the surrounding temperature dropped even further, a cold wind howled, and it was bitingly cold.
People feel as if they are in the far north, surrounded by ice and snow, and the cold wind seems to freeze their bones. Many people wrapped their clothes tightly involuntarily, and some disciples with low cultivation even had to use their true energy to resist the cold.
"The fifth-grade yellow-level martial spirit is actually a snowflake martial spirit. Yang Jingtian's martial spirit is actually such a rare martial spirit."
"Such as the Snowflake Martial Spirit, this natural type of Martial Spirit is definitely top-grade and very rare, because it often represents a natural phenomenon, and nature is often powerful."
Yang Chao laughed loudly: "Have you seen it, little beast? What is my nephew's martial spirit like? You don't even dare to think about it, do you?"
(End of chapter)