Chapter 167 Beated the Millennium Demon

Yang Feng has undead martial arts skills. If he has immortal blood, it is not surprising. The silver python's green eyes stared at Yang Feng, and his eyes were full of surprise. At the same time, a crazy idea came out. If Yang Feng really had immortal blood and swallowed him, wouldn't he become the owner of immortal blood? It was the immortal blood and demon holy blood that everyone dreamed of. Legend has it that whoever has the blood of immortality can inherit everything of the undead martial arts and become the inheritor of undead martial arts. The demon clan exists like a god. The myth that will never be defeated.

The eyes of the silver python became fanatical. As if looking at a rare treasure, I wish I could swallow Yang Feng immediately.

When Yang Feng saw it, he knew that it must be strange. I'm afraid that this old monster was thinking about immortality.

Since you are out of trouble, how can you let this old monster get what you want? The injury just now can't be suffered in vain.

"What, old man, I want to eat the little master. Come on, I'll wait for you!" With that, Yang Feng shook his body and blinked in front of the silver python.

"Small, good, can break the power of the python, but I don't know if your cultivation has been restored. Can you block the python's move? Come on, take it!" With that, the silver python opened its mouth and bit Yang Feng again.

Yang Feng is not a fool. This demon python is very cunning and can never be so stupid that it is useless for him to start again. Therefore, this old monster must want to bite himself and suck his blood.

The demon python rushed down to Yang Feng with an unpleasant smell and a surging force, with a feverish and cunning light in its eyes.

When Yang Feng saw it, he suddenly shouted loudly. His body was like a roc spreading its wings, jumping high, more than ten feet high, just avoiding the sharp teeth of the demon python. When the demon python wondered where Yang Feng had gone, his body fell on the demon python's neck in the blink of an eye.

"Ah..." The Lin brothers and sisters not far away were shocked and sweated coldly. Yang Feng suddenly sat on the demon python, which was simply very bold. If the demon python exerted, he was afraid of throwing him out and falling into mud.

The demon python also realized that Yang Feng sat on his body. Suddenly, he became angry, and his back tail raised high and threw it fiercely at Yang Feng.

"Go to hell, boy, you probably don't know who you are. Riding on me is simply looking for death!" The python tail hit with a roaring wind in an instant.

Yang Feng hung the python with one hand, turned his body and turned to the front of the python. The python's tail was throwing hard on his body, which made the python scream in pain.

Yang Feng turned around again, turned around, and rode on the body of the demon python again. His right hand instantly became tempered, and a thunder fist hit it down fiercely. The python shouted in pain, shook his head violently, and threw Yang Feng dozens of feet away.

"Go to hell, go to hell, go to hell, go to hell..." The demon python was furious and rushed to Yang Feng crazily. Set off the barren sand all over the sky.

Yang Feng's body is like electricity, stepping on empty steps, dozens of feet in one step, tens of feet in one step, and dozens of directions in a blink of an eye. The demon python can't be used effectively every time. His speed is faster than Yang Feng's broken steps. Although his cultivation is much higher than Yang Feng's, Yang Feng's broken steps have now been transformed. Yang Feng and his circumference It's more than enough.

"Small, don't run if you have guts." The demon python shouted, and his body spiraled around Yang Feng again.

Yang Feng's body jumped high again, and the demon python seemed to be afraid that he would ride on his body again, and his body quickly got into the wilderness sand.

"It's not easy to slip away." Yang Feng was like the wind, and in a blink of an eye, he hit the demon python and punched it hard on the head. If this punch is smashed, the demon python will be terrible enough. No matter how hard the head of this demon python is, it is impossible to be stronger than Yang Feng's steel fist. Moreover, the most powerful demon python is not the head.

The demon python was shocked and quickly threw his head aside. How would Yang Feng let go of such a good opportunity? He soared into the air and punched down with one punch.

Wow... The steel fist was like a hammer, hitting the demon python with a strange cry, and the mouth opened to reveal two sharp sword-like teeth.

As soon as Yang Feng saw it, how could he let go of such a good opportunity? He actually got directly into the mouth of the python. He reached out and grabbed a fang, and shouted vigorously.

All the strength all over his body gathered in his hands, with only a sound, and then a blood arrow spewed out.

"Oh!" The blood rain was like a flower, accompanied by a piece of green **, sprayed in the barren sand, which was instantly dyed green and turned into a ball of green smoke in a blink of an eye. It smells strange and unpleasant.

This time, the python couldn't stand the pain and rolled all over the ground. The barren sand was lifted all over the sky, and Yang Feng's eyes could not see clearly. There was only a barren sand in front of them, full of flying barren sand.

How can Yang Feng let go of such a good opportunity? Like such a demon python, if he is let go, he will find trouble for himself in the future, and the remaining troubles will be endless. Therefore, without hesitation, Yang Feng jumped high again and crossed his hands. A strange fist formed in his hand. His fists were like electricity and smashed seven inches of the python.

It turned out to be the Great Wild Fist. Yang Feng wants to try the Great Wild Fist he has just practiced.

The fist is simple, the fist is like the wilderness, the fist hair is like the wind, the fist is as heavy as the mountain, the fist shadow is like electricity, swish... banging two loud noises, but seeing that the flexible demon python just now made a tragic scream, and then looking at his seven inches, a real flesh sank deeply. Obviously, the place was collapsed, but the layer of silver skin It's not broken, but it's not broken, and there is no loss at all. The body of the demon python began to tremble. A fear emerged from his eyes, to the unscrupulousness just now, until Yang Feng was seriously injured, including being hit on the head by Yang Feng. He still thought that Yang Feng was the prey in his mouth. It was only a matter of time to swallow Yang Feng, but now, he was not sure. Not only was he not sure, but also seriously injured. This small fact Liming is just a gas refining. Why does it have such a huge energy, and there is such an amazing fist? How can it have such an amazing power? What kind of boxing is this?

Yang Feng didn't care much. Seeing that a move worked, he kept jumping up again and hitting the python fiercely. There are only two places to kill this python, one is the python and the other is seven inches, so he did not fall towards the seven inches, because the demon python will try his best to protect it, so if the other party is not prepared, it is easy to succeed, and he rushed up without hesitation.

The demon python is in unbearable pain, and its body quickly drills into the barren sand beside it, and Yang Feng's body has arrived. Another punch hit him on the head.

Wow... This punch made the demon python scream and dizzy. His head hung weakly, and his neck was fragile. After Yang Feng's two punches, it had broken, and his big head could no longer support it.

The python tail threw out again quickly and threw it at Yang Feng's body. Yang Feng simply rode on the python and smashed it hard at the python.

As soon as he saw the python tail arrived, he changed his position. The fist does not leave the python meat, the fist does not leave the python's waist, and then smash the python again. The demon python shook his head desperately and moved his body to get rid of Yang Feng, but Yang Feng was like a sticky body, sticking to his head like raindrops, and frequently greeted him.

Finally, the body of the python became slow. Seeing this opportunity, Yang Feng jumped up again, took a step to the head of the demon python, punched his fists, and smashed it down heavily. Dong...dong...dong...dong...dong... seemed to be similar to drumming, so painful that the demon python rolled around, but the head was firmly controlled by Yang Feng.

Lin Yue and Lin Yinyin, not far away, were stunned, especially Lin Yue, who worshipped Yang Feng. He said: The eldest brother is a little too strong. He suddenly held down and beat the silver python. This is simply... simply... He doesn't know how to describe it. That's a thousand-year-old silver python, and its cultivation is at least not less than that of a small Yuan Danjing. Unexpectedly, he was pressed on the head and beaten by the eldest brother. This... Lin Yue swallowed his saliva and finally saw Yang Feng's domineering and strength more clearly.

After a full cup of tea, the demon python finally did not move, and a pair of green eyes drooped weakly. Yang Feng stretched out his hand and played with the python's head, which was similar to a rattle. He looked into the python's nose and breathed without breathing. Dead.

A thousand-year-old demon python was beaten to death by Yang Feng. The head had been smashed by him, and blood splashed all over him.