Ye Feng was shocked by Master Flash's power, which was close to the eighth level of magic power. Each of his punches could almost break a boulder weighing a hundred tons.
Ye Feng wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth and sneered, "If I just let you guys hit me, wouldn't it be too rude of me? It's rude not to return the favor. Try a few punches from me too."
"Boy, you are so arrogant, even more arrogant than your old ghost master."
"We'll take care of this master and disciple pair today."
Elder Tianqin corrected him, “General Ye is not my apprentice. He is the blood of the ancient gods and my friend. You must be mistaken.”
"No matter whether you are master and disciple, you should deal with the younger one first, and then the older one."
A ball of black light like a lead ball surged out of the fist of Demon Lord Feiying, and he suddenly turned into an afterimage and hit Ye Feng heavily.
Ye Feng was already prepared. His divine power was running rapidly throughout his body, and a sense of anger filled his heart.
Faced with the tremendous pressure exerted by a powerful enemy, the blood of the ancient gods naturally inspired the mystical art of warfare.
The art of combat is a kind of martial art created by the God King of Ice and Snow. It can instantly stimulate the blood of the ancient gods and increase their divine power by dozens of times. The divine power is continuously released from the godhead.
The first of the Thai King’s four attacks, the surge, was launched violently.
The first wave was a surge. Ye Feng used all his strength and actually created twelve huge waves, which rushed towards the Feiying Demon Lord in four directions.
This is truly an attack from all sides.
Demon Lord Feiying rushed to Ye Feng and punched him hard, but it felt like he was hitting cotton, without any force at all, while a force like a huge wave surged from all directions.
He was secretly shocked that this boy's punch was so powerful that it completely blocked his Shadowless Magic Fist.
Demon Lord Feiying was not willing to give up. All the demonic energy in his body transformed into a huge spear that was more than ten meters long. The spear floated above his head and kept compressing.
After several compressions, the more than ten-meter-long black spear was compressed to the size of an arm. Although the more than one-meter-long black spear was much smaller in size, it had melted and compressed more magic energy, as if a cosmic energy had been compressed into it.
Ye Feng felt the terrible power in the black spear. He could not retreat. If he had the slightest intention to retreat, the black spear would mercilessly pierce his body.
Ye Feng danced his hands secretly, and the fourth move of the Thai Emperor's Four Strikes was quickly condensed.
Moreover, this is more than the integration of stacking combustion into the Shenlong Shuttle.
The Four Strikes of the King of Thailand are not just four boxing techniques, but four profound martial arts that can evolve and multiply into millions of moves and different skills.
From the time Ye Feng just learned the Thai Emperor's Four Strikes until now, he still feels that there are tens of millions of variations in it that he has not yet understood, and he needs to continue to work hard on studying it.
The Dragon Shuttle in Ye Feng's hand spun at a high speed under the guidance of the Thai Emperor's Four Strikes and Burning Technique. The golden light actually disappeared. It didn't really disappear, but it could no longer be seen by the naked eye.
However, Ye Feng could use his divine eyes to see that the speed of the Dragon Shuttle was so fast that it reached the level of an illusion.
The huge divine power continuously poured into the Divine Dragon Shuttle from his body, completely merging with the powerful divine power in the Divine Dragon Shuttle. Ye Feng felt as if his soul had escaped from his body and poured into the Divine Dragon Shuttle along with the divine power.
In other words, Ye Feng had a feeling that he had also turned into the Dragon Shuttle. That was the feeling formed after his powerful willpower was completely integrated with the Dragon Shuttle.
The black spear came over with a devastating force, and Ye Feng's dragon shuttle shot forward to meet it head-on.
Demon Lord Feiying had a smug look on his face. He was confident that his Feiying Spear could destroy everything.
Boom! The two violent forces collided with each other, forming a huge shock wave that rushed in all directions, flattening the already dilapidated military factory buildings to the ground.
Ye Feng first used the secret technique to increase his whole body's divine power by dozens of times, and then injected the stacking and burning technique into the Dragon Shuttle. The divine power increased exponentially and instantly reached the realm of Shi Yue, which is the power of a God King.
The smug smile on Demon Lord Feiying's face froze. He felt as if a sun suddenly exploded in front of him, and the dazzling golden light completely blinded his eyes.
A devastating force rushed towards him. He was confident that no one could defeat his defense formed by the eighth level of magic power, but in front of this golden light, it was very weak and was torn apart in an instant.
The golden light seemed to be tens of millions degrees hot, vaporizing everything. Not only was it impossible for him to resist, but he also felt his entire body being gradually scorched in the high temperature and scorching air.
He wanted to escape, but the golden light emitted by the Dragon Shuttle was like thousands of tentacles that tightly enveloped and bound his entire body, making it impossible for him to escape.
Only at this moment did he feel a trace of fear and despair from the bottom of his heart.
This is the first time in three thousand years that I have felt fear and despair.
Three thousand years ago, he was in the world of immortals and demons, trapped in an immortal spirit formation, and met Old Man Tianqin. As a result, he was hit by Old Man Tianqin's Nine Songs of Phoenix, and he vomited blood from his mouth. If his senior brother had not rescued him, he would have died under Old Man Tianqin's harp.
This time, the Dragon Shuttle in Ye Feng's hand was unleashed with the stacking burning technique, which was dozens of times more powerful than the sound of the old man Tianqin's piano.
The wisps of golden light were like peeling silk from a cocoon, pulling out his flesh and blood from his body. The heart-wrenching pain made him let out a shrill scream.
Master Shanying saw that his junior fellow disciple was in a terrifying situation. There was something in Ye Feng's hand that emitted thousands of strands of golden light, and that golden light made him feel terrified.
The energy in this golden light exceeded that of immortal weapons and magic weapons, making even the eighth-level demon lords like them feel terrified and dare not resist it.
But he couldn't just watch his junior fellow apprentice being drilled into a hornet's nest by the Divine Dragon Shuttle. The small knife in his hand was shining with black light. It was the magic knife that he had specially forged over three thousand years using ten thousand year old cold iron.
The Magic Light Sword emitted a wild black light and blocked in front of Demon Lord Feiying, trying to help Demon Lord Feiying resist the attack of the Divine Dragon Shuttle.
However, when the Magic Light Blade just collided with the Dragon Shuttle, a clear shattering sound was heard. The blade of the Magic Light Blade shattered into millions of crystal clear iron pieces in the terrifying golden light of the Dragon Shuttle, and then was vaporized in an instant, disappearing without a trace.
The Demon Light Blade shattered and vaporized in the blink of an eye, extremely quickly, but Demon Lord Feiying found a gap in this short moment to escape from the golden light of the Divine Dragon Shuttle.
He ran towards the gap with all his might, using up all his strength.
To his surprise, he finally escaped from the gap, but he felt pain in his legs and then he completely lost feeling in his legs.