Supreme Medicinal God

Mr. Mo Da didn't talk much, his fists clenched gently, his whole bones rattled, his figure suddenly rose a circle, like a burly little giant.

His clothes swelled in the wind, and there was a tremendous amount of true energy, which seemed to slam into the shore like Ye Tao.

Ye Feng smiled indifferently: "Mr. Mo Da, I use a sword, you use a fist, did I take advantage of you?"

"No matter what weapon you use, I use fist, your sword may not be able to take advantage of me."

On the day of the beginning of the ancient Kabbah, the two men had secretly contested. Without physical contact, Mr. Mo Da attacked Ye Feng with his mind, but he didn't take advantage of it. He even suffered a loss.

After getting along with each other for a few days, Mr. Mo Da felt Ye Feng more and more unfathomable, so he challenged today, he used 90% of his strength as soon as he played, and concentrated on his famous stunt, Feng Thunder Fist.

The strength of the congenital peak is indeed unmatched by the natural master.

The same kind of wind and thunder fist, exactly the same punch, was exhibited by Mr. Mo Da. It was like a violent storm and stormy waves, which made Ye Feng feel deeply trapped in a tornado storm, almost breathless.

The wind and thunder fist performed by Mo Da is dozens of times stronger than that of Mr. Mo Er.

Each fist is sandwiched by the faint sound of wind and thunder, and contains endless power. Ye Feng was surprised that his own handle could cut the iron and cut the iron as mud. The flying sword could not pierce Mr. Mo Da's fist.

It's not that it's not a stab, but Mr. Mo Da's fist seems to be wrapped in a kind of substantive Qi, which is harder than steel.

Feijian's tip was half an inch away from Mr. Mo Da's fist and he could not pierce. When Ye Feng wanted to strengthen, Mr. Mo Da's fist came to his side.

That's the internal force exerted outside, forming a defensive enchantment. It's like wrapping a shield of Qi in the whole body. No wonder Feijian can't stab it in.

Mr. Mo Da calmly and calmly, his internal force is like a mighty river, endless, condensed into an invisible air shield outside his body, defending Ye Feng's flying sword.

Double fists attacked quickly, as fast as a phantom, and they couldn't see clearly.

If you just look at it with your eyes, I am afraid Ye Feng has been crushed. He relied on his sensitive mind. Once the pressure of the frenzy overwhelmed him, he slipped away like a loach, and only his cloak was frantic. The fist lifted, and the pair of fists like hammers could not hit him at all.

Ye Feng shuttled through the shadows of the sky, stepping on Luo Yanbu at the foot, like a ghost, flying sword like a meteor, impacting Mr. Mo Da's defense.

When the two fought fiercely, the energy released from each other, like a turbulent wave, surged in all directions.

The anti-collision foam set up around the stadium flew up into the air, and exploded strangely in the air, becoming torn and broken, and falling down.

After losing the protection of the anti-collision foam, the disciples watching outside the stadium will feel a scorching airflow, and they will not stand steadily and will back off.

Ye Feng couldn't help but be astonished. Mr. Mo Da deserved to be the last ancient Wuwu supreme, with a violent internal force all over the body, which seemed to be between him and himself.

Mr. Mo Da’s internal shield made his flying sword hero useless.

In fact, the magic tricks of the Yanyu swordsmanship were exhibited, and the magical power of the sword was used to condense all the mana on the flying sword, which can definitely tear Mr. Mo Da's true energy defense.

But now is not the time to show off the sword with qi. Ye Feng wants to have some reservations, and that kind of victory is not enough, so he put Feijian into his arms again.

"Since Mr. Mo Da only uses punches, I don't use swords anymore. I also changed to punches. This is fairer."

Seeing Ye Feng tuck the sword into his arms and abandon the sword with his fist, Mr. Mo Da was a little puzzled. What did the boy want to do?Although he didn't understand Ye Feng's real intention, Mr. Mo Da felt a lot less pressure.

Although Ye Feng's flying sword did not tear through Mr. Mo Da's internal defense, it caused strong pressure on Mr. Mo Da and greatly consumed his internal power.

Mo Da was very surprised. He used his most famous Thunder Punch, but he did not touch Ye Feng's side. He felt that if Ye Feng stabs a few more swords, he might be defeated by his internal defense.

Although Mr. Mo Da is already a congenital pinnacle, the internal force in Dantian is like a raging wave of turbulence, and the internal force will be released for a long time to form a defense, which will consume a lot of internal force.

Fortunately, Ye Feng took back the flying sword with streamers. Mr. Mo Da felt a little lucky. The chance to defeat Ye Feng came?

The difference between Mr. Mo Da and Yue Zhuoqun is that he dare not have any reservations, no matter what kind of masters he will face in the future, do not consider too much, and do his best to deal with Ye Feng alone.

A stern look flashed in his eyes, and his whole robe drummed himself without wind. The true energy he released was twice as strong as before, and his fists waved in the air, striking Ye Feng.

Ye Feng felt like he was trapped in an endless tornado storm. The world was full of thunder and thunder, and the screaming winds made him breathless.

A ray of divine power rose from the divine lattice, running rapidly, and a frantic fighting spirit rose from the chest.

The four kings of the Thai emperor, the first type, surge.

Boom, Ye Feng didn't dodge this time, but greeted Mr. Mo Da's fist like an iron hammer, punching a punch, looking like he was forced to make a punch.

The four strikes of the Thai emperor, but the powerful martial arts of the Taikoo Protoss, the power exerted by the non-ordinary ancient martial arts can be compared.

Seeing Ye Feng showdown with himself with his fists, Mr. Mo Da's eyes flashed the undetectable joy.

The wind and thunder fist that I am best at is that Ye Feng should be accustomed to using a sword, fight halfway, give up using a sword, and use fists to fight, but it is unwise.

If it was not a match, Mr. Mo Da really wanted to remind Ye Feng to insist on using a sword.

But this is an ancient martial arts competition. If you want to challenge Ye Feng's dominance, how can you remind him?

His fist and Ye Feng's fist hit hard together, just like two falling meteors at high speed, met in the universe, the two sides were evenly matched, a shock wave like shock wave, vented to the surroundings.

However, between breathing and breathing, Mr. Mo Da's face suddenly changed. Unexpectedly, Ye Feng's punch seemed to be a random punch. The strength of it was like a continuous tide, and it surged over.

At the beginning of the first wave, the punch was not strong, and it did not pose a threat to Mr. Mo Da’s internal defense.

But Mr. Mo Da found that there was more than one surge between breathing and breathing, at least several waves.

The potential of a wave of waves is quieter and stronger, and when the wave reaches the fifth wave and the sixth wave, the punching force is like a row of mountains and seas, almost breaking his internal defense into fragments.

(End of this chapter)