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The next moment, Ye Feng seemed to have accumulated enough aura, and his whole body went directly towards the screenwriter like an arrow off the string.

At this moment, Ye Feng cast his shape-changing shadow!

Unmoving like a mountain, moving like lightning.

"Whoosh!"

In the blink of an eye, Ye Feng was in front of the screenwriter, and with a wave of his hand, he slashed at the screenwriter's head with a knife.

As soon as the hand knife came out, the surrounding air was split instantly, and the sharp knife air hit the screenwriter's body, causing the screenwriter's heart to thump suddenly.

Just when the saber energy was about to approach the screenwriter, the screenwriter moved, and his whole body was like a gust of wind, and he went aside in a flash!
"Shh!"

After the saber energy was lost, Ye Feng kicked on the spot without any hesitation, and his whole body jumped up immediately, and his right leg was also kicked out like lightning at this moment.

"Whoosh..."

The sharp leg wind directly brought a gust of wind.

"Whoosh!"

The next moment, Ye Feng's right leg was directly in front of the screenwriter. Facing the sudden attack of this leg, the screenwriter didn't show any panic on his face, and immediately blocked his arms in front of him!
"boom!"

A muffled sound suddenly sounded!
The screenwriter's body couldn't help but took a few steps back, but the next moment, the screenwriter's legs suddenly exerted strength!
"Snapped!"

"Snapped!"

Two crisp sounds sounded instantly, and the ground under the screenwriter's feet was immediately shattered, and the whole street seemed to tremble slightly.

Ye Feng's body also slowly fell to the ground, and the corners of his mouth slightly raised: "Screenwriter, how about it, are you satisfied with my leg?"

"Is this your ultimate strength?" The screenwriter said lightly, not taking it seriously because he just fell into a disadvantage.

"What do you think?"

"If this is your ultimate strength, then today you will report to Yan Wangye." The scriptwriter's voice was unusually cold, like the north wind blowing on a person's body in the twelfth lunar month, making people unable to bear it I shuddered.

After the voice fell, the screenwriter moved. His speed was even faster, he jumped on the spot, and disappeared in an instant. He could only hear a whistling wind coming from his ears.

The next moment, Ye Feng's face showed a solemn expression.

As the saying goes, as soon as a connoisseur makes a move, he will know if there is one. With the screenwriter's move, Ye Feng immediately felt a terrifying momentum, like an unshakable mountain, directly pressing towards him with the momentum of Mount Tai.

"Whoosh!"

Suddenly, the screenwriter's hands turned into claws, as if searching for something, directly grabbing Ye Feng's shoulders.

This grab was so powerful that the surrounding air was also blown away by this grab.

A serious look appeared in Ye Feng's eyes immediately, and by the time he fully realized it was already too late, the screenwriter's claws had already reached in front of him, like a conditioned reflex, he stretched out his hand across the cross.

"boom!"

Ye Feng directly blocked the terrifying grab with his arm, but the huge force still made Ye Feng retreat several meters.

"hiss!"

Although Ye Feng dodged the blow with his instinctive reaction, the strong shock directly caused his internal organs to churn.

The piercing pain in his body made Ye Feng gasp involuntarily.

It was just at this moment that he immediately judged the result, he was not the screenwriter's opponent.

There are still a few tricks to go now, as long as it takes a long time, he will definitely be defeated like the leader over there, and the screenwriter can completely kill him by then.

Ye Feng gritted his teeth, a ruthless look flashed in his eyes, he moved again, and in a flash he arrived in front of the screenwriter, his palm was like a cannonball, and he directly slapped the screenwriter fiercely.

The fierce palm wind directly blows away the surrounding air!

Ye Feng's fierce palm made the screenwriter spread out his right hand, directly melted his palm, and greeted Ye Feng's palm!
"boom!"

Ye Feng felt as if his palm had hit a towering mountain, his arm hurt slightly, but he couldn't shake the towering mountain at all, but Ye Feng didn't give up just yet.

Gathering the ultimate power of the whole body on the arm, it burst out suddenly.

"boom!"

"boom!"

Two muffled sounds came out, the screenwriter's glorious face changed slightly, and the figure finally couldn't bear it and took a few steps back. Although the screenwriter was repelled by several steps, Ye Feng's five knuckles were in pain.

As the saying goes, take advantage of your illness to kill you!
Just as the screenwriter was retreating, Ye Feng moved again, and he sprinted, like a swift monkey, directly in front of the screenwriter.

"Swipe!"

Waving is three palms, one palm is harder than the other, and one palm is faster than the other!

"Chichi..."

Before the palm arrives, the palm wind has arrived, causing the screenwriter's hair to fly immediately

The screenwriter didn't dare to resist, tilted his head and avoided the three palms, but Ye Feng's left leg also kicked suddenly at this moment.

"Snapped!"

This leg directly kicked the screenwriter heavily, causing the screenwriter to hit the ground with a bang.

But the next moment, the screenwriter slammed his hands on the ground, supported his body with one hand, and kicked Ye Feng with his legs suddenly.

"Snapped!"

"Snapped!"

Ye Feng's body was immediately kicked out by the screenwriter.

"Bang!"

With a muffled sound, Ye Feng hit the ground heavily, and a trace of blood overflowed from the corner of his mouth at this moment, obviously Ye Feng was injured by the screenwriter again at this moment.

The two are fighting with their lives!

And Ye Feng is even more ruthless, he just kills one thousand enemies and hurts himself eight hundred!
Immediately, the screenwriter stood up directly from the ground with a carp, a fierce light appeared in his eyes, and the aura all over his body became extremely terrifying.

At this moment, the screenwriter is like a wild beast that has been completely enraged, and the ferocious fangs have slowly begun to show.

"Very good, you have successfully angered me, you will definitely die today!" the screenwriter gritted his teeth and said fiercely.

He is a dignified person at the peak of the heavenly level, but today he was injured by Ye Feng, who was only at the early stage of the heavenly level.

Ye Feng stretched out his hand, directly wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth slowly, and then spit out a mouthful of phlegm: "Kill me? You have to pay a heavy price for this!"

The screenwriter snorted coldly: "Then go to hell with me!"

After the words fell, the screenwriter moved, and the figure was like a ghost, and it appeared in front of Ye Feng in a flash, and the moves became extremely fast, and every move was very vicious, and every move was a killer move.

The rain is getting heavier and heavier, and the time is passing by every minute and every second. Although Ye Feng can resist the scriptwriter, it is only for a while. As time goes on, Ye Feng will definitely show a losing trend, but the scriptwriter is fighting more and more fiercely, and his moves are getting more and more ruthless !
Suddenly, the screenwriter kicked Ye Feng.

After seeing this scene, Ye Feng hastily stretched out his hand to block.

"boom!"

The next moment, Ye Feng only felt a numbness on his arm, and the powerful impact directly caused Ye Feng's body to fly upside down uncontrollably.