Xiao Yifeng punched, endless starlight burst out, directly condensing into a huge Star Fist shadow in the void.
This Star Fist shadow released the might of the Heaven and Earth’s Supre, forcefully colliding with the opponent’s gigantic finger.
Boom boom boom!!!
A series of explosive booms rang out, and endless energy exploded.
The Star Fist shadow fiercely collided with the Xuan Ming Finger, causing waves of energy like mountains and seas to roll out, forcing the people around to retreat continuously.
Thump thump thump!!!
With one hit, Xuan You’s body trembled, taking several steps back, almost falling off the platform.
In a short ti, Xiao Yifeng had consecutively broken through the attacks of four Nirvana Realm second level prodigies, appearing incredibly domineering.
The spectators around all showed shocked expressions looking at Xiao Yifeng.
On the platform, Xiao Yun, Yan Long, Wu Yinghui watched Xiao Yifeng with peculiar glints in their eyes.
"You should all co at together, just those few aren’t even enough to fill the gaps between my teeth!"
Xiao Yifeng gazed at Xiao Yun, Yan Long, and Wu Yinghui.
"Arrogant brat, let see what you’re truly capable of!"
Wu Yinghui looked at Xiao Yifeng and shouted, a longsword gleaming coldly appeared in his hand, emitting a chilling aura.
"Today, I’ll let you witness the might of my Frozen Abyssal Sword!"
Wu Yinghui coldly shouted, charging out, a sword sweep unleashed a chilling sinister energy.
This sword was at a Demi-God Artifact level, further enhanced by the terrifying cold energy it wielded, making its power even greater.
Bam!
Xiao Yifeng punched, directly clashing head-on with the opponent’s Demi-God Artifact sword, imdiately a chilling cold energy from the sword surged into Xiao Yifeng’s body.
This chilling energy chaotically surged in Xiao Yifeng’s body, instantly making him feel his viscera and blood turning into ice, a piercing pain swept through him.
Imdiately, Xiao Yifeng frowned.
"Brat, do you feel the might of the Abyssal Chill?"
Wu Yinghui coldly laughed at Xiao Yifeng’s expression.
"It’s sowhat powerful, but still not enough!"
Xiao Yifeng coldly shouted, a mass of fla surged out of his body, instantly the cold energy vanished under the impact of the Crimson Fla Heavenly Fire.
"How can you be fine so quickly?"
Seeing Xiao Yifeng instantly recover, Wu Yinghui’s expression changed, eyes flashing with a hint of shock.
Crash!
Xiao Yifeng grabbed the Frozen Abyssal Sword with his bare hand, gazing coldly at the opponent.
"Bastard!"
Seeing Xiao Yifeng unhard, Wu Yinghui’s face darkened, and a strong power surged into the Frozen Abyssal Sword, imdiately a booming sound rang out.
A terrifying tornado storm-like cold energy from the sword rushed towards Xiao Yifeng’s hand, instantly freezing his sword-grabbing hand.
Although Wu Yinghui was not using the Power of Ice, he utilized the Demi-God Artifact sword to unleash a cold energy capable of freezing others.
"Brat, prepare to die under my sword!"
Wu Yinghui’s eyes flashed with a chilling look at Xiao Yifeng, but he was t with Xiao Yifeng’s cold laugh.
"Ignorant!"
Xiao Yifeng disdainfully spat, his sword-holding hand erupted with a mass of Crimson Fla Heavenly Fire, which instantly turned the cold energy invading his arm into void.
Simultaneously, the Crimson Fla Heavenly Fire burned the Frozen Abyssal Sword, causing the sword to tremble violently, while the fla surged towards Wu Yinghui.
Seeing the Crimson Fla Heavenly Fire approaching, Wu Yinghui’s expression changed, abandoning the Demi-God Artifact sword, retreating repeatedly, his spiritual power exploding out.
Forming a defensive shield to block the Crimson Fla Heavenly Fire, but Wu Yinghui was still forced back repeatedly by the fla, his face turned pale.
Xiao Yifeng waved his hand, summoning the Crimson Fla Heavenly Fire back to his body, and the Frozen Abyssal Sword was taken by him directly for his use.
"Brat, return the Frozen Abyssal Sword to !"
Seeing Xiao Yifeng take his Demi-God Artifact sword, Wu Yinghui’s expression changed, imdiately shouting.
"It belongs to now, if you’ve got the ability, take it back from my hands!"
Xiao Yifeng smiled lightly.
"You..."
Wu Yinghui’s eyes flashed with intense anger as he glared at Xiao Yifeng, fists clenched.
"Was what he used just now a Saint Fire?"
The strong ones from the various Sects noticed the flas Xiao Yifeng released, all speculating.
"Who would have thought this kid has mastered a Saint Fire, impressive! It seems with him, we truly have a chance to win the Dan Tower battle!"
Xia Zhenghai smiled as he looked at Xiao Yifeng, with his Ninth Grade Alchemist level he imdiately recognized the fla Xiao Yifeng used as a Saint Fire.
"Your strength has indeed beco stronger than before, then let properly experience your skills!"
Yan Long looked at Xiao Yifeng and said solemnly, his eyes seed to be burning with blazing flas, his whole body exuding a terrifying fla aura.
This Yan Long also erupted with the aura of Nirvana Realm third layer, his body burning with terrifying fla aura, his strength was far stronger than when he was at Nine Fla Mountain.
"Co, let see how much you’ve improved!"
Xiao Yifeng smiled gently.
Boom!
Yan Long transford into a mass of flas charging at Xiao Yifeng, his punch carrying the terrifying Power of Fla, attacking fiercely.
Xiao Yifeng also punched, flas enveloping his fist, the two fists collided.
A series of fla energy and spiritual power ripples burst out, the surrounding void was twisted and torn apart.
Both bodies retreated, their eyes locked on each other.
"Taste the true power of Saint Fire!"
Yan Long said coldly, slowly raising his hands, his body burning with even more terrifying flas, shooting skyward, two flaming clusters burning on his hands.
As the flas erged, the air temperature around the platform rose sharply, the terrifying fla aura engulfed the entire platform.
Everyone on the platform felt as if they were deep in molten fla, sweat on their brows, all mobilizing their power to resist the terrifying temperature unleashed by the flas.
"Saint Fire!"
Seeing the flas released by Yan Long, everyone on the platform, the spectators, and people from various Sects all showed a hint of shock in their eyes.
Evidently, they did not expect Yan Long to possess and control a Saint Fire, worthy of the Ancient Clan.
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