The strongest trump card of a female president

Chapter 197 Eight Killing Formation
"It's not too bad to have a friend from afar."

With a strange arc at the corner of his mouth, Ye Feng turned around, walked towards the anti-theft door of the villa, opened the anti-theft door, and went out of the villa. In his sight, stood a masked man in black exuding a menacing aura.

Look at that slim figure.

This is a woman, no accident, or a beautiful woman.

Transforming Yuanjing?

interesting.

It was so interesting.

At this moment, the strange curvature of the corner of the mouth became very large. Ye Feng stepped forward, stood three meters in front of the other party, opened and closed his lips, and said coldly: "Tell me, what are you doing here?"

Those who come are not kind, and those who are kind don't come, Ye Feng is 90.00% sure that the other party is looking for trouble.

pity.

The other party came too late.

The current him is no longer at the peak of the profound energy realm, but once transformed into the primordial realm, if he came here earlier, he would not be able to kill her without a unique move.

at this time.

Killing her is no more difficult than eating and drinking.

"original…"

The black shadow masked woman was none other than Zhao Huanshan. She didn't immediately respond to Ye Feng's words, but stared at Ye Feng's handsome and masculine face.

After watching for a full 3 minutes, she looked away, her cherry lips parted slightly, and said with a smile: "I came to kill you, now, I have changed my mind, you can be my male slave."

As soon as the voice fell, it was hands-on.

Body like a shadow, speed like wind, one-tenth, no, one-hundredth of a breath, Zhao Huanshan came to Ye Feng, raised her right hand, and stretched her slender and white fingers towards Ye Feng's neck.

"Ye Feng, be my male slave, and I will let you enjoy the happiest thing in the world."

After grabbing Ye Feng's neck, Zhao Huanshan said such a sentence. When she was about to make another move, Ye Feng, who was grabbed by her neck, exploded with a bang and turned into a hair.

"This... this is a human body, how... how is it possible."

Looking at the picture in front of her, Zhao Huanshan was stunned and tongue-tied, and she seriously doubted life. According to legend, the technique of incarnation of the human body was passed down in ancient times.

After the end of the ancient times, it was cut off.

This is not the main reason for Zhao Huanshan to show such a demeanor.

The main reason is--

The technique of transforming into a human body cannot be used until the third step of the path of cultivation, the state of concentrating the mind.

Is it.

Ye Feng's cultivation has already reached the state of concentrating the gods, how old is he, this... is a little too fake.

call.

Taking a deep breath, Zhao Huanshan forcibly suppressed the ups and downs in her heart, shed her spiritual consciousness, looked for Ye Feng's traces, and then estimated whether Ye Feng really had the cultivation base of the state of concentration.

Yep.

A strong wind from behind made Zhao Huanshan's body tense, and then she moved to the left, with a bang, a big pothole appeared where Zhao Huanshan was originally standing.

A frightening wave of air raged in the pit, and under this wave, all immortal cultivators below the Yuan Realm of Transformation would be annihilated.

The soul cannot survive.

Even if he transforms into the original state, he will be seriously injured, and then lose his fighting energy.

hiss.

See here.

Zhao Huanshan took a deep breath and looked rejoiced. At this moment, she was sure of one thing. Ye Feng was not a cultivator in the Concentrating God Realm, but just like her, transformed into the Yuan Realm.

As for why he can perform the technique of developing a human body, there should be some auxiliary things.

have to say.

Zhao Huanshan's conjecture is really strong, and it is only a little bit away from the truth.

now.

Zhao Huanshan breathed a sigh of relief and felt lucky. Fortunately, she came to kill Ye Feng only after she broke through to the First Transformation Realm. Otherwise, it would be... never to return.

"Ye Feng, you are a big man, is it interesting to hide?"

Zhao Huanshan said coldly.

The sarcasm contained in the words should not be too obvious.

"Ah."

With the sound of ridicule, Ye Feng showed his figure, and Zhao Huanshan made it, with a real sarcasm overflowing from the corner of his mouth, and said coldly: "I wanted to play with you for a while.

But you let me show my body, then, you go to die, die, die... die..."

The word "die" was infused with true energy by Ye Feng, so it lingered in the air for a long time and spread all over the place.

at the same time.

Ye Feng sacrificed 32 Xuanbing needles, and shot at Zhao Huanshan with a whirrrrrrrrrrrrrrr.

Countless void substances gushed out from this long black slit, wreaking havoc on this side of the world, creating a terrifying scene.

Fortunately, the long black seam healed within a second, otherwise, it would definitely happen, an even scarier, more frightening, and more astonishing scene.

"Ye Feng, you and I are in the same situation, is it really okay to speak such nonsense, I'm not afraid that you will be laughed at later."

Zhao Huanshan yelled coquettishly, and a three-foot long sword appeared on her right hand. The tip of the sword breathed out sword energy, and condensed sword flowers. The breath it emitted was astonishing and unparalleled.

"Qinglian swordsmanship, light boat with a leaf."

Zhao Huanshan unleashed a light and deadly swordsmanship, and all the 32 black ice needles that came galloping were blocked.

"Qinglian swordsmanship is unstoppable by Mount Tai."

Without Ye Feng's reaction, Zhao Huanshan performed another sword technique. Compared with the previous sword technique, this one was a little sharper.

Staring at her feet, her body like a cannonball, Zhao Huanshan rushed towards Ye Feng. The three-foot long sword in her hand pointed directly at Ye Feng's forehead. On Ye Feng's forehead, Ye Feng's forehead felt a slight tingling pain.

"Ye Feng, take my sword."

Following these words, Zhao Huanshan's forward speed became even faster, and a large amount of real energy was injected into the long sword in her hand, making the breath revealed by the long sword even more astonishing.

"Humph."

With a cold snort, Ye Feng raised his hand to recall 32 Xuanbing needles and let them form four eight-door killing formations. He slowly raised his right hand and pointed at Zhao Huanshan who was galloping towards him.

Just one finger.

The four eight-door killing formations greeted them, and the destructive power they caused along the way can be described by the word 'extraordinary'.

at the same time.

Ye Feng's figure disappeared in place, and no one knew where it was. The only thing that was certain was that when Ye Feng reappeared, it was the time to give Zhao Huanshan a fatal blow.

bang.

After the long sword in Zhao Huanshan's hand collided with one of the four eight-door killing formations, an explosion resounding through the sky resounded between heaven and earth.

The real essence overflowed, and the aftermath swayed.

It is puzzling.

Under such a collision, the villas less than three meters apart did not move at all, and it would be hurt if they did not receive it.

The three eight-door killing formations that did not meet Zhao Huanshan's long sword, at this moment, surrounded Zhao Huanshan, and the aura emitted locked Zhao Huanshan's aura even more, making it impossible to hide away.

(End of this chapter)