Chapter 12 A thunder

"Flame palm, it's a little interesting!" Du Qi saw it, curled his mouth, flashed his body, and disappeared on the spot. It's similar to a ghost.

Yang An knew the power of Du Qi, so he used the flaming palm as soon as he came up. Unexpectedly, the murderer's body was so strange. Suddenly, a cold wind came from behind him, and he quickly dodged and stretched out his palms to meet him. Pa... The two of them are fighting together.

One gray and one black figure rotate like flying, as fast as lightning, and more than 20 moves have been made in an instant.

Yang An's moves are full of flames, which are very hot; Du Qi's gloomy palms are full of wind, which makes people's hairy bones. But his body method is extremely strange, up and down, left and right, and finally, there is the last shadow left.

When Yang An saw it, he secretly said that it was not good. If he went on like this, he would have to be dragged over by him. He shouted loudly: "Fireworks!" Teng Teng, two flames suddenly appeared in his palms, "Yes!" He aimed at Du Qi and shot him.

Du Qi was shocked when he saw it and said to himself: This old boy is really good at it. Hurry up and disappear.

When Yang An saw him, he was really anxious. He was most afraid that Du Qi would take action against Yang Feng. He could not let him hurt Yang Feng. Not to mention that the old master specially arranged himself to protect Yang Feng this time, even if he looked at Yang Ao's feelings for him in those years, he could never let the murderer hurt Yang Feng.

It turned out that although Yang Ao was arrogant, he was like his own uncle, and he also saved his life.

Suddenly, Yang An roared: "lie yan..." But when he saw his palms flying and banging in the air, he did not hit Du Qi.

Du Qi and Yang Feng outside the court were a little puzzled, but a breath of uneasiness came out of Du Qi's heart.

"...Storm!" Suddenly, the place Yang An had just hit suddenly created a mass of fire, forming a huge encirclement about a foot square, which was wrapping Du Qi in.

Du Qi was shocked and didn't expect that this flaming palm could still be of such a wonderful use.

The fierce storm was like a big fireball, trapping him and burning him in an instant.

Du Qi was shocked and quickly put out the fire.

"Old man, look for death! Yin and evil power! Explosion!" Suddenly, Du Qi suddenly waved several palms, and the countless palms gathered into a black ball and exploded outward.

Boom... The black smoke dispersed, dispersing the fierce storm in an instant. Du Qi jumped out and quickly continued to put out the live fire that was about to burn.

"Storm..." Before Du Qi was extinguished, Yang An came again and did not give him a chance to breathe.

"Damn, you old man, I really thought you were a material...blood demon fingerprint!" Suddenly, he raised his right hand, and the blood-red hand formed a strange seal and bombarded Yang An and the blazing storm that had not yet been formed.

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Boom

A figure was knocked out of the field, and the storm was instantly destroyed.

Yang Feng outside the field was shocked. That record, the blood magic seal... He was sure that this was definitely more than five grades of martial arts, and it was a very evil ancient martial arts. No wonder Du Qi's fierce name is so powerful.

He reached out and helped Yang An.

"Old man, take a break and give Yang Feng a break."

"No, kid, don't go!" Yang Anwa spit out a mouthful of blood.

"It's okay, old man!" Yang Feng helped him sit on the ground, slowly stood up and walked towards Du Qi.

Du Qi was a little puzzled. A teenager with four-fold refining body had no fear in the face of himself. He was a little surprised.

"Kid, you are a little bold, but I don't know if your cultivation is as good as your courage?"

"Try it and you will know!" Yang Feng looked at him quietly, with no sadness or joy on his face.

"Hahahaha..." Du Qi looked up to the sky and laughed, "Okay, okay! Sure enough, no one dares to say such a thing in front of me for many years. Then try it, young man, let me see your strength!"

Yang Feng did not answer. His legs were wrong, his right hand clenched his fist, his strength was twisted, and he broke his eight-armed tiger fist, and hit it out steadily. The fist is tangible, shadow, wind, and faster than lightning. Full of strength.

Du Qi was shocked. Isn't this boy's cultivation only fourfold? Is this punch enough to have more than 600 pounds of strength? Boy, there are really two, but such strength is really nothing in his eyes.

Just as he was about to stretch out his palm to block it, suddenly, a strange thing happened. Suddenly, a strong force, similar to a flying needle, hit his Dantian.

Du Qi was shocked and quickly disappeared in the same place with a ssh.

"Damn, wait!" Du Qi's soul was almost scared. Just now, what was that? Why did it look like... It won't be vitality? Only the masters of Yuandanjing can use their vitality.

"What?" Yang Feng looked at him mockingly.

"Kid, what martial arts did you just use?" That's definitely not an ordinary eight-armed broken tiger fist.

"Eight-armed broken tiger fist."

"Impossible. What was that needle-like force just now?"

"Oh, you said that..." He deliberately hesitated for a moment, with a naughty smile on his face, "Try it and you'll know." As soon as he finished speaking, he did not hesitate, and another broken tiger fist was blown away.

Du Qi did not dare to be careless this time. He began to resist and change his mind. He must get the special martial arts used by the boy just now. That thing is really terrible. It can kill invisibly.

In fact, Yang Feng just condensed into a line of vitality in his fist.

However, fortunately, Du Qi flashed fast, otherwise, it would be enough for him to stand it.

Just now, Yang Feng was just surprised, but as soon as he really started, Du Qi's powerful power oppressed him, especially the cold feeling, which made him particularly uncomfortable.

After all, Du Qi is about to break through the refining of gas, and his skills are special, so this disparity in strength is indeed not the same.

"What, boy, that's all you can do?"

"In addition, you can try this again!" With that, Yang Feng suddenly changed his fist and a thunder fist came over.

However, seeing a fierce boxing wind with the sound of wind blowing, Du Qi was shocked again. Why is this boxing wind so powerful? It doesn't seem to come from the hands of a teenager who refine his body? He hesitated a little and the thunder fist arrived.

"Bow!" Fist each other, bang...

Yang Feng stepped out two steps.

The fierce boxing wind also swept Du Qisheng in pain. His heart skipped a beat. If Yang Feng's practice was comparable to his own, he was sure that at this moment, I'm afraid he had already been lying on the ground. His head buzzed.

What kind of punch is this? Why is it so powerful?

"Fighten me again!" Yang Feng saw it, and his hand did not stop, and another thunder fist hit him.

"Kid, do you think it's really easy to deal with? Lie down!" Du Qi said, and suddenly gathered his skills to ten, and there was a cold evil spirit all over his body, like a cold wall, which instantly blocked Yang Feng's fist.

He thought that Yang Feng would lie down.

Unexpectedly, Yang Feng was not pressed down, but his right fist kept moving forward fiercely.

Du Qi in the field and Yang An outside the field were stunned. Needless to say, the gap between a nine-fold refining peak, a half-step master of gas refining, and a young monk who has just been promoted to fourfold refining. It's like heaven and earth.

But no matter what they thought, Yang Feng's fist still handed it in with difficulty.

Boom......

Crash... I heard a muffled sound, which came from Yang Feng's fist.

A thunder fist! Unexpectedly, there was a noise at this time. Yang Feng's fist seemed to have been reinfused with new strength, similar to a tiger going down the mountain. With a punch, Du Qifei retreated quickly and swept more than two feet away.

Yang Feng forced Du Qi back two feet with one punch.

Yang An's eyes beside him are unbelievable. How can he...?

Yang Feng forced Du Qi to retreat?