Chapter 393

Ye Feng is not willing to retreat in front of the battle, even in the face of Wu Ma Changfeng such a arrogant strong enemy.

You know, in the ancient temple, he even managed the giant black spider. In comparison, the Wu Ma Changfeng in front of him is nothing. Of course, Su Feiying was there to help him at that time, but now he still has Ye Wentian helping?

Of course, in both cases, Ye Feng only plays soy sauce, and Su Feiying and ye Wentian are the real contributors

"Grandfather, he tried to stop us. It wasn't that easy."

Ye Feng also played the wonderful immortal voice and transmitted it to Ye Wentian.

This time, ye Wentian looks at him in surprise. Can't he? His grandson has only 20 years of cultivation and has already learned to use voice transmission? People in the Wulin need at least 80 or 90 years of cultivation if they want to communicate!

"Stinky boy, if I tell you to go, you can go. What are you talking about?"

Ye Wen Tian hate hate a, obviously very unhappy, Ye Feng actually did not listen to him, from small to large, this is very rare.

"Don't talk nonsense. I've come here to save you. How can I leave you and run away in disgrace?"

Ye Feng raised his head and didn't even look at Ye Wentian. Instead, he gazed at the arrogant Wuma Changfeng in front of him. His steps moved, and his real Qi in his hands urged him to dance with swords in the void!

His body will suddenly disappear into the void, but at this time, Li Xuan, standing beside Wu Ma Changfeng, has foresight and raises his fist with one hand!

As a person who suffered a loss once, Li Xuan would not eat PATA.

Ye Feng stood steadily on the ground and observed Ye man Tian's movements. He found that although he displayed his crazy fist technique in a disorderly way, it was actually a tricky angle and weak in attacking the enemy. It was not easy to have such a fighting consciousness in the battle.

At least Ye Feng still can't do such exquisite boxing. Even if he also understands the third level of mad devil boxing, his cultivation is the same as ye Wentian, and he won't be his opponent.

This makes Ye Feng have a lot of interest and perception.

"In the immortal cultivation world, most of the immortal practitioners throw their magic skills at random. If martial arts are integrated into them, linked and continuous, will their power be increased by more than twice?"

Ye Feng thought in his heart, gradually excited.

He decided to give it a try and combine the martial arts he had learned with the magic arts to see how the effect was.

"Good luck, old man!"

In the face of Ye Wentian's crazy fist, Wuma Changfeng does not retreat but advances.

Ye's crazy boxing is well-known in the lake and the most taboo is to fight head-on with the guy who uses the crazy fist. But for Wuma Changfeng, he would not have this scruple, because his cultivation was 20 years higher than ye Wentian, and his internal Qi strength was four or five times stronger.

Turn back!

Lunge stab sword!

Sweep!

Taiji Sword moves one move after another, which are displayed by Wu Ma Changfeng, and fight with Ye Wentian's Shuangquan, which produces an overwhelming advantage.

It's so exquisite. Wuma Changfeng has already displayed the whole set of national quintessence swordsmanship.

"Ye Xiaoyou, hand over the treasure of Chunyang and spare your lives."

Li Xuan, with a short body and white robe, looked at him. Seeing that Wuma Changfeng had a huge advantage, he was relieved. He took a look at Ye Feng and said faintly.

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