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At the same time, Zhu Yanfeng also realized the escape intention of the people in black.

He was anxious, and the shield in his hand instantly became extremely heavy, as if it had gathered the power of thunder, and hit He Tiancheng fiercely.

Zhu Yanfeng's eyes opened slightly, and he shouted loudly: "He Tiancheng, you old bastard, your end has come!"

He Tiancheng felt the terrifying aura coming from behind, and his heart tightened.

He knew that if Zhu Yanfeng's blow was a real one, he might not be able to escape the fate of being seriously injured.

However, at this critical moment of life and death, he did not choose to resist forcefully, but quickly activated his fourth soul skill - Phantom Trace.

He Tiancheng's figure instantly became blurry, and Black Feather Crane used the power of phantom elements to create multiple phantoms of himself on the battlefield.

These phantoms are like the real He Tiancheng, making it difficult to tell the truth from the false.

They confused Zhu Yanfeng's sight, and Zhu Yanfeng's attack instantly missed and hit the phantom, making a deafening noise.

However, He Tiancheng's actions did not end there. He quickly adjusted his position with the help of the phantom.

And Zhu Yanfeng was not discouraged because his attack failed.

He quickly retracted the three shields, and each shield turned into three smaller shields, three and three turned into nine, a total of nine shields, shooting out like nine meteors.

This is his new move - "Breath of Rock, Form of Wu, Chaowa Lunxingbu".

This move is a new move he created by combining the original "Wu Zhi Sha, Wa Lun Xing Bu" with the "Shield Transformation" martial arts inherited from his family.

The most important thing about any soul skill or martial skill is to master it, adapt it to local conditions, and turn it into your own use. It would be better if you can draw inferences from one example.

The nine shields drew bright trajectories in the air, heading straight for He Tiancheng with fierce momentum.

Zhu Yanfeng's attack was not only powerful, but also had a tricky angle, making it difficult to guard against.

However, He Tiancheng did not show any fear. He skillfully avoided this fatal blow with the help of the cover of the phantom.

"Haha, Zhu Yanfeng, don't forget, I am agility attack type." He Tiancheng chuckled, and his figure moved freely through the phantom, as if he was dancing with the god of death.

Zhu Yanfeng chuckled, with a hint of slyness in his eyes: "Really?"

His voice seemed to contain some kind of teasing, which made He Tiancheng feel nervous.

He Tiancheng instantly became alert. At this moment, a heart-stopping chill suddenly spread, and He Tiancheng instinctively felt that a strong danger was approaching.

He quickly looked around, only to see that there seemed to be a hint of chilling in the air, but there was no sign of any physical attack.

However, in the blink of an eye, a pair of sharp fangs suddenly appeared silently not far from He Tiancheng's body.

They were born from nothingness like ghosts, flashing with a chilling cold light, carrying a strong killing intent, approaching He Tiancheng's vitals.

This is Zhu Yanfeng's "fourth soul skill - fang spikes".

The moment the fang spikes were released, the surrounding air seemed to be frozen by the coldness, forming a chilling atmosphere.

The cold light flashing on the fangs was like the brightest star in the night sky, piercing the darkness and making people afraid to look directly.

And their moving speed is extremely fast, as if they are two silver streams of light passing through the space, making it impossible to capture their trajectory.

What's even more terrifying is that these fangs seem to have a locking effect.

No matter how He Tiancheng dodges or moves, they can always be accurately locked on the key points of his body, as if there is a pair of invisible hands controlling everything behind his back.

This feeling of being locked gave He Tiancheng a sense of powerlessness in his heart. He knew that he was in a desperate situation at this moment.

He took a deep breath, activated his Black Feather Crane martial spirit, and prepared to face the attack head on.

The black-feathered crane flapped its wings and flew high, releasing powerful soul power fluctuations to form a shield, trying to resist the attack of the fangs and spikes.

However, Zhu Yanfeng's fang spikes are not so easy to resist.

I saw the fangs stabbing forward suddenly, instantly breaking through the black feather crane's soul shield, and approaching He Tiancheng's body.

At this moment, He Tiancheng's body seemed to be enveloped by a chill, and he could clearly feel the cold breath emanating from the sharp fangs.

However, he was already a little powerless at this moment. His injuries were serious and his reaction speed was not as fast as before. It was already too late to avoid again.

However, He Tiancheng had no intention of giving up. He took a deep breath and frantically injected the soul power in his body into the Black Feather Crane Martial Spirit.

The black-feathered crane let out a loud cry, and its wings emitted a more dazzling light, trying to resist the menacing fang spikes.

At this moment, the atmosphere on the battlefield came to an end. The sharp fangs and the wings of the black-feathered crane collided with each other, making a deafening sound.

The huge impact made He Tiancheng's body take a few steps back involuntarily, and his injuries were severely damaged by the shock, but he successfully resisted Zhu Yanfeng's attack.

When Zhu Yanfeng saw this, a trace of surprise flashed in his eyes.

He didn't expect that He Tiancheng could resist his fourth soul skill.

However, he was not discouraged, but instead became more determined to catch He Tiancheng.

"It seems that you do have the power to trap a beast." Zhu Yanfeng's voice sounded, and he said coldly, "However, this is not enough!"

Just now, taking advantage of He Tiancheng's dodge, he had already rushed in front of He Tiancheng.

Before he finished speaking, his body suddenly disappeared from the spot. When he reappeared, he was not far in front of He Tiancheng.

"The third soul skill - Mingbo Stone Fist"

Zhu Yanfeng's eyes flashed with fierce light, and as he shouted, a powerful force of purple soul ring burst out from his body in an instant, surging like a frenzy.

Immediately afterwards, Zhu Yanfeng's fists were clenched and his muscles were tense, as if containing infinite power.

His fist began to emit a faint golden light, like two boulders condensing the power of thunder.

At this moment, the battlefield seemed to be plunged into a solemn atmosphere.

Zhu Yanfeng's fists hit He Tiancheng's chest with violent soul power fluctuations like thunder.

At this moment, the air seemed to be torn apart by this force, making a sharp sound of breaking wind. He Tiancheng felt the strong aura coming from the front, and his heart tightened.

He understood that he could no longer dodge this blow at this moment.

However, He Tiancheng had no intention of giving up. He took a deep breath and tried to calm the fluctuations in his heart.

He knows that no matter what the outcome is, he must fight with all his strength to the end. This is his belief in himself and his respect for fighting.

So, he activated the Black Feather Crane Martial Soul again, releasing the soul power in his body without reservation.

His eyes were shining with determination, as if he was ready to receive this blow.