Pei Shan is light in the void. Then, in the blank space behind Ye Feng's voice, there are countless shattered traces like glass. As the spider web rapidly spreads, the fleeting shadows shatter. When the body flips over, he steps into the void again, like a cannonball leaving the room, tilting slightly in the air toward Ye Feng's voice, as if the body could be blown away!

The entire area quickly forms a massive, phantom-like fist under a fist mark! Terrifying!

Ye Fengsheng twists his wrist, and a Meteor Palm Heart Sword appears in the sky. He grips the sword hilt irrationally, the blade spinning rapidly. The sharp blade like Lei Ming, unleashes a majestic dragon scroll.

Under the first seal, Ye Feng's voice not only doesn't decrease, it actually rises. As his body ascends, the space beneath his feet shatters, and the spider web bursting through this space rapidly spreads three miles. At some point, no place is visible to the naked eye.

When the first fingerprint lands three inches above Ye Fengsheng's head, Ye Fengsheng finally grasps the Meteor Sword. A crisp clanging resonates, like the roar of an angry dragon, Ye Fengsheng fiercely raises his head, the dagger piercing the clouds.

His spirit is like Taishan. It is indestructible, unshakable. His sword is like a tide. It is endless.

The sword power and the fist mark distance themselves far from each other, and in an instant, fully engage. Time seems to have a stagnation moment. Several breaths later, a tsunami-like wave appears above the nine heavens.

The frenzied erosion of surrounding tempestuous Spiritual Energy sweeps all around, a gray chaotic mass, one after another colorless lotus bastards, blooming slowly while silently leaving their marks in this frantic and dead blend.

Ye Fengsheng's body plummets dramatically, landing on a mountain peak by the river. After digging out a big pit, eager to roll his body down from the mountain. He leaps up first, then flies toward the sky. He directly charges toward the chaotic old bastard.

In the moment of life and death, Ye Fengsheng doesn't even care what Linjiang Mountain would look like when he leaves after being gradually destroyed. He only uses the Spiritual Power accumulated by the spirit gathering array over the past half-century!

Mountain collapse and earth crack! Giant rocks roll!

Ye Fengsheng's five fingers stretch open in the air. The elf entwined in the fingers is purple. Some blood lines intertwine, shaped like meridians, with an unyielding strange tendency rapidly converging in a frenzied manner. In the darkness, there is a broken void image!

In chaos, Pei Shan looks down on the young generation who dares to initiate attacks. He is expressionless.

He gently lifts his hand, the wide sleeve surges wildly, and a massive brown palm twinkles behind him, just as he presses down the palm, it hangs over Ye Fengsheng's head.

The powerful empty palm shatters the empty space, even swallowing all the chaos around, and under this massive palm print, there is also a layer of strange white awn, flipping over a layer of marks after distortion.

No matter what, Pei Shan is one of the strongest five generations in the world. Although there is a difference between peaks, he is far from Ye Zhi's opponent, but for Ye Fengsheng, he is still a mountain! Moreover, this day, he is born with a fierce heart, has never had half a split.

Utilizing this, Ye Fengsheng flies across the sky, leaving a faint purple spiritual trace, having the most direct contact with the massive hand in the sky.

The entire sky is swept by waves of spirit, it suddenly explodes in this circle. Ye Fengsheng's voice falls from a thousand feet high. He falls from the river and mountain like a favored person. He plunges into the upstream of the river, stirring up stormy waves!

On the other hand, Pei Shan still stands in the sky, indifferent. Besides the sound of leaves and phoenixes resisting his surprise in the sky, nothing happens.

The submerged Ye Fengsheng dares not to slack off. Even if defeated by this palm, he doesn't feel defeated. Although he didn't block Pei Shan's empty palm, Pei Shan's heart killing palm did not break the stream of spirit within him. As long as his spirit is intact, he won't die.

Conversely, if defeated, or if you tear open a crack, you might be killed anytime.

Looking at Ye Feng's spirit surging, Pei Shan lightly says:

"Resist."

Then he swung his robe again. Several visible halos fell from the robe sleeves. After a while, like lightning, they pounced at Ye Fengsheng.

The skills of three nations interweave, the river of Spiritual Energy in the body flows continuously along the immensely wide meridians. Ye Fengsheng's scalding body's Spiritual Energy is the essence. Before the lightning, it surged like rain waves on the lake.

Ye Fengsheng stands in the air, not retreating. He looks coldly at Pei Shan in the distance. In his palm, a thin thread of blood drips from the joints.

The cutting three elves clang sonorously, surrounding his entire body, a sword array appears underfoot, standing in the sky, presenting a mystical and elegant meaning under the sun.

This time, Ye Feng steps on the eye of the array, raising his hands slightly. Blood flows from his palm, like black and red lines. He slowly pours it into the dark sword array formed along an invisible path by the ghost cutting sword. Around the three dark short swords, an unnatural blood thread appears.

Feed the sword with your body!

In the past, Ye Fengsheng despised the blood sucking extremely, but in this situation, he doesn't think much, deciding to supply and consume with his blood.

Only through the real battle, can you know how terrible Beishan is. Yuan Ying is one of the strongest five experts in the world, he doesn't know how many days he has left. He can't fight him. He has exhausted his means but can only barely maintain his integrity. He wants to hurt him, without a way.

Guarding will inevitably lead to defeat, especially Pei Shan has not exerted all effort. Ye Fengsheng cannot imagine himself constantly defending, passively enduring Pei Shan's attack. Ultimately, what will happen? But he knows clearly, even if dead, he cannot let Pei Shan, this rebellious old man, win too easily! Even if really dead, he must leave him a deep lesson!

The sword array does not contain thousands of swords. The three swords hydrated by Ye Fengsheng's blood are those three spiritual blades swirling back and forth. As the blood is infused, a red line appears on the original black sword hilt, echoing the color of the Dark Sword. Wherever the three swords fly, dark red lotuses bloom, slowly crossing, strikingly conspicuous.

That night, Pei Qi once said, the blade spirit is a nameless sword. Not only is it the spirit of heaven and earth, but also the cultivation of the sword bearer. When he wields the sword, he also leaves indelible scars on the meridians of the sword bearer.

Ye Fengsheng has never denied this. Meanwhile, he is also well aware that when wielding the sword, it's not just the external spirit world but also the spirit of the body. Relying on his strong will, he forcibly ignores the trauma on the meridians.

And a person who might die anytime says, any hidden damage within the body, any non-fool, is very clear that this matter cannot affect any of his decisions.

It seems like having enough blood to drink. Originally, the three swords slowly rise along the unique trajectory to three inches above Ye Fengsheng's head, head and tail together, completing encirclement. The surrounding sharp swords disperse, immediately dividing the surrounding halo into two layers. In the middle, there is a circle of cutting halo, the halo is light red!