One is a real monk, who breaks through the Qi Refining and Foundation period, and half-footed into the Jin Dan period for major repairs. The other is a great master who uses secret methods to stimulate the potential of life and enters the Tao with martial arts. In comparison, Zhang Feng's strength is far Far from being Feng Lei's opponent.
Even if Zhang Feng entered the Dao with martial arts, he could only barely enter the Qi Refining Period, and it was not a star or a half away from the Golden Core Period.
Master Feng Lei was very aware of the gap between the two sides, and still did not put Zhang Feng in his eyes, the human head magic weapon once again showed its power, and a purple lightning struck it.
"Huh!" Zhang Feng's face was cold, his eyes were red, and there seemed to be red light radiating. He didn't dodge or evade. He waved the fierce sword with all the blades and squinted...
"Ka Ka Ka!" A burst of noise resounded through the small building.
The violent electric spark exploded, just like a cannonball explosion, the air wave swept through everything, the small building was shaking, and the dust kept falling.
However, the sparks dissipated, revealing Zhang Feng's figure. Except for his broken clothes, his arms and chest were exposed. He was intact.
The fierce sword in his hand pointed at the real person Feng Lei, his face was so cold.
"It turns out that spells are nothing more than this!" Zhang Feng said lightly.
When Feng Lei saw this scene, he almost shouted out, and went to look at the skull magic weapon in horror, once suspected that there was a problem with the magic weapon.
The monk who stepped half of his foot into the Golden Core Stage, cast a spell thunder, and was actually broken by a warrior with a knife, which is simply incredible.
"Impossible, come again!"
Master Feng Lei roared, holding the skull in his hand, and waved at Zhang Feng again.
This time, there was an obvious purple electric gathering on the skull. About half a second later, there was a thick-fingered purple lightning, that is, a dark thunder, hitting Zhang Feng.
The lightning speed is extremely fast, in other words, it is a kind of lightning with different attributes. Just look at the sky when it thunders.
However, lightning in nature is generally several kilometers or even ten kilometers long, and humans can still distinguish its forward speed. However, the distance between Zhang Feng and Feng Lei is only more than four meters.
When the thunder struck, Zhang Feng didn't have time to react at all. He swung his knife completely by instinct...
The explosion sound is exactly the same as the thunder sound, and the explosion is the same. In fact, its essence is the electric spark explosion, high temperature and high pressure, and shock wave.
The floor is already crumbling.
And Zhang Feng, still standing, on the fierce sword in his hand, the sword light hesitated, showing no sign of weakening.
"Fuck, this is impossible!"
The real person Feng Lei was very frightened and shouted out aloud. He glanced at the skeleton head dragged in his palm, gritted his teeth and wanted to cast Yin Thunder again.
"It's me, demon!"
Zhang Feng locked the old Taoist priest with his scarlet eyes, moving under his feet, his figure suddenly disappeared out of thin air, leaving no afterimages.
After stimulating his potential, his speed increased, I am afraid he hadn't expected it.
After all, Feng Lei is a veteran monk, and he is not chaotic, and the peach wood sword in his hand is swung lightly, and there is a wall of water in front of him.
"Boy, don't be mad..."
Before the words fell, his eyes almost popped out of his sockets.
I saw a sharp cold light passing across the air wall, and the magic wall used for defense, a wave of water, was cut in half on the spot.
Under the attack of the sword light, the spell is like nothing!
"Sneez..." The blade's speed did not decrease, and it continued to slash towards the Fenglei real person. The sword light on the blade's tip was constantly vomiting, and it would be cold all over the body at a glance.
"impossible!"
After all, Master Feng Lei escaped, the speed of the veteran monk, with the blessing of mana, was much faster than that of the great master.
Although he avoided, he was still gasping, staring at Zhang Feng with a ghostly expression on his face.
"Can you avoid it?"
Zhang Feng single-handed the knife on the ground, expressionless questions on his face, making people feel like he was just talking to himself, the tip of the knife was hesitating, and the cement fragments were constantly splashing...
Enchanted, maybe it's true.
Feng Lei was speechless, his face was embarrassed and jealous. He lived more than one hundred and thirty years old and practiced two Jiazi. It was the first time he discovered that a martial artist who entered the Taoist way with martial arts had just stepped into the ranks of monks with half his foot in attack. It is so strong.
Or, Zhang Feng is an outlier
Zhang Feng turned his head and stared at Real Person Feng Lei with scarlet eyes, and said indifferently: "Don't be caught by me, otherwise, chop an adult stick!"
Obviously, Zhang Feng was pressed tightly on his level, and Master Feng Lei still had a feeling of being despised, and his angry brain was about to explode.
"Don't be ashamed!"
Angry from my heart, roaring
Raised the black skull.
Purple electricity flickered on it, and quickly gathered into the hollow of the eyes. After half a second, two thick fingered thunders shot out.
Zhang Feng still couldn't see the trajectory of the lightning attack, but instinctively, his arms had already reacted, the fierce sword swept across, and the huge electric spark enveloped at least a radius of five meters. The air wave shook the last explosion. Dust, blown out from windows everywhere in the small building...
The dilapidated small building shook fiercely, and more dust fell, which was accompanied by a lot of pieces of cement, and even the small building showed obvious signs of shaking.
The spark disappeared, and Zhang Feng’s figure showed again. The clothes on his upper body were gone, his trousers became three-quarter pants, his hair was much less, and the rest was scorched, making him who was originally not handsome. Looks like a master electrician who was electrocuted.
However, a bad image does not mean aura. With both hands holding a knife across his chest, his body stands tall, his muscles are sharp and angular, and the master's carving is generally perfect.
He raised his head slightly, his red eyes, out of thin air, added a very magical aura to the owner of the eyes, like an ancient demon god, who traveled through time in the explosion and came to a world that did not belong to him.
"Minor spells, but so!"
Zhang Feng said faintly, twisting the blade and pointing at Mortal Fenglei, "It's my turn again, die, demon!"
The figure disappeared in the same place in a flash, and then appeared in front of the real Feng Lei in the next instant, with a thunderbolt Huashan, immediately beheaded.
It stands to reason that at this point, Feng Lei, a veteran monk, should go all out to fight Zhang Feng and defend his monk's dignity to the death.
The fact is that the old Taoist turned his head and ran, making people unable to catch his figure at the same speed. The next moment he appeared at the top of the stairs, letting Zhang Feng slash the stairs and directly split the reinforced concrete stairs into two. Debris flew around.
"The deity is uncomfortable today, and will fight another day!"
Throwing a word, Feng Lei actually escaped, jumped out of the window at the corner of the stairs, and disappeared.
Zhang Feng has already become enchanted, how could he let go of the demon way, leaped and swept the long sword.
With a bang, an explosion occurred at the window of the small building, Zhang Feng broke the wall directly, his figure appeared in the scattered rubble, and he went straight to the real Feng Lei and chased him.
(End of this chapter)