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  The 118 Crisis

  Yi Feng gazed at Liu Zixuan, who was staring back at him in surprise. He slightly calculated in his mind that although his own strength could barely match Liu Zixuan's with the help of Shattered Void. However, he also knew that there was still a huge gap between them. Just now, Liu Zixuan had used Daybreak Martial Skill, but hadn't used its essence.

  Yi Feng secretly calculated that if Liu Zixuan used his full strength with the Sun Stage martial technique, he could resist him for at most five stages of power. Most importantly, although Shu Po's attack was powerful, with his current abilities, he couldn't sustain it for long. If he didn't kill Liu Zixuan within ten minutes, he would be counter-killed by him due to exhaustion.

  Liu Zixuan was equally cautious of the man in front of him, although he had just used only 50% of his strength to break through the web. However, with the power of a low-level master, he managed to withstand it, which was enough to surprise him. Moreover, this kid's body method was extremely strange and unpredictable, combined with that powerful fist, even if it were him, if he wasn't careful, he would definitely suffer greatly.

  Thinking of his master's entrustment, Liu Zixuan hummed a sound in his heart. The current situation was not suitable for making trouble. Although he had some unwillingness in his heart, he still turned around and left. Anyway, after his master and the sect leader dealt with those things, there would be a hundred opportunities to kill this little brat.

  "Want to leave!" Yi Feng coldly laughed, his figure flashing to the limit, bringing up a series of whistling wind sounds. Shattered in an instant, emitting a stern atmosphere, he fiercely smashed towards Liu Zixuan.

  "Grass..."

  Liu Zixuan couldn't help but curse loudly, he couldn't believe this kid was so despicable. His handsome face twisted in anger, the veins on his fist bulging: You little brat, you're looking for death? I'll grant your wish.

  "Get out!"

  Liu Zixuan's body flashed to the side, and his aura burst out, golden light instantly condensed on his fist, bringing a shocking sonic boom, fiercely meeting Yi Feng's fist.

  "Bang..."

  A dull thud, Yi Feng's sword flew out, and the blood in his body churned rapidly, a powerful force surged up his arm. The enormous force caused Yi Feng's feet to keep stomping, and with each stomp, the bluestones on the ground shattered quickly. It can be imagined how powerful that force was.

  "Hmph..."

  A mouthful of fresh blood spurted out.

  "Hou Yi..."

  The butterfly's rhyme was urgent, and she just wanted to flash forward, but was caught by Zhao Lao's withered old hands: "Miss, he hasn't been seriously injured!"

  Just as Zhao Lao said, Yi Feng was not seriously injured. He didn't expect Liu Zixuan's reaction to be so quick. In an instant, he counterattacked and made himself dodge in time. They clashed with a loud slap.

  Obviously, Liu Zixuan has made up his mind to kill. He is not afraid of making a big deal out of this either. This punch at least stirred up eighty percent of the fighting spirit within him.

  Similarly, Yi Feng couldn't help but admire Mei Ying's body technique, which was almost enough to severely injure himself with a single punch. Under her dispersing technique, the scattered energy dissipated into nothingness. Although he spat out a mouthful of fresh blood, the blood and qi inside his body were still churning non-stop. But at least he still had fighting strength.

  Heavenly rank martial art! It's indeed extraordinary. Yi Feng didn't dare to imagine, if he were to cultivate it to the extreme, what kind of realm would that be?

  Butterfly Rhythm stood in the distance, watching Yi Feng wipe away the blood from his mouth corner. Her posture was already straight and upright. A sharp light also flashed in her eyes: she had seen clearly the power of that punch just now, Yi Feng would have been seriously injured even if he could take it, but unexpectedly he only spat out a mouthful of fresh blood.

  Liu Zixuan obviously didn't expect his opponent to withstand the 80% power of his daily martial arts. He sneered and said, "I didn't think you still had some skills. However, you will definitely die today."

  Liu Zixuan let out a cold hum, his figure suddenly flashing with speed that was several times faster than before. He no longer cared about the teacher's instructions, he only wanted to take down the youth in front of him.

  Yi Feng stared at Liu Zixuan in shock, only now realizing that this kid had been hiding most of his true strength. Yi Feng had just been wondering why the disciples cultivated by the Golden Eagle Sect's energy were no different from ordinary eighth-level masters, but now he understood.

  "Zhao Lao, wait, I hope you can save him." Die Yun also knew that Liu Zixuan had the intention to kill. Although Yi Feng's broken sword had shortened the distance between them, but after all, it was still a gap of eight stages. It wasn't something that Yi Feng, who was only at the third stage, could withstand, let alone Liu Zixuan, who wasn't an ordinary strong practitioner at the eighth stage. With the power of his sect behind him, he didn't lack high-level techniques.

  Old Zhao couldn't help but smile, but he always felt that this kid wouldn't just have this little bit of skill.

  ……

  "Do you think this will stop me from killing you?"

  Yi Feng coldly smiled, his killing intent was palpable, and on his relatively handsome face hung a thread of mockery.

  "Kill me?! I'd like to see what you're capable of?!"

  Liu Zixuan let out a loud cry, and a surge of Dou Qi burst forth from his meridians. His right fist slid through the air, leaving behind a strange trail, before turning at an angle and smashing brutally towards Yi Feng's chest.

  Liu Zixuan, who was rapidly increasing in speed, didn't worry about Yi Feng's evasion at all. At such a close distance, even if his speed was indeed stronger than his own, he still couldn't dodge it.

  The fact was just as he thought, and Yifeng saw that there was no way to avoid it, so he also went forward. Two powerful forces, constantly approaching, the void was also oppressed by the vast momentum, making it feel suffocated.

  Five feet, four feet, three feet... Looking at the increasingly close distance, Liu Zixuan's heart was filled with excitement. He had absolute confidence in his ten percent power fist. It was absolutely not something that the young man in front of him could withstand, even if he was using that explosive martial skill right now.

  But just as his fist was about to make contact with Yifeng, he suddenly widened his eyes in shock, filling them with unbelief.

  "Person! Vanished?!"

  Liu Zixuan couldn't believe that there was nothing in front of him, but apart from the sound of wind caused by his own strength, there was really nothing.

  Just as he was thinking of finding that despicable young man, he suddenly felt a powerful force surging up his back, although it was much weaker than his own strength, but enough to severely injure him.

  Liu Zixuan's back was drenched in cold sweat as a soft and charming voice suddenly rang out: "Instant teleportation?!"

  As soon as the Butterfly Rhyme's words fell, Liu Zixuan felt like he had been hit by a fierce punch. A surge of violent energy suddenly flooded his body, recklessly ravaging his internal organs.

  Die Yun watched as Liu Zixuan sprayed fresh blood and flew out, staring at those enchanting eyes that fascinated the crowd. A scene he couldn't believe unfolded before his eyes.

  Teleportation! Yes! It's teleportation! She watched with her own eyes as Yuè Fēng vanished into thin air from in front of Liu Zǐ Xuán and then reappeared behind him. What else could it be?!

  Similarly, a punch hit Liu Zixuan's Yifeng, and it wasn't going well either. The recent teleportation had drained more than half of his energy. Teleportation was a skill in the Meishen Body Technique. He could barely use it now, but the cost was not small. With his current strength, even during the peak period of Dou Qi, he could only use it twice, and the distance couldn't exceed two meters.

  However, being able to kill Liu Zixuan made it all worthwhile. The consumed fighting spirit was recovered after a few days of cultivation.

  Yi Feng didn't let up on Liu Zixuan, who was severely injured and lying on the ground. The remaining Dou Qi converged in his hand once again, and he ruthlessly smashed it down at him.

  Liu Zixuan's eyes were terrified to the extreme, but it didn't affect Yi Feng's speed at all. In the blink of an eye, he had already arrived within a foot of him.

  "You wicked disciple! How dare you hurt my junior brother!"

  Just as Yi Feng's fist was about to hit Liu Zixuan, a loud shout entered Yi Feng's ears. A powerful aura also suddenly attacked, forcing Yi Feng to spit out a mouthful of blood.

  When he felt the opponent's powerful strength that could crush him with just a single breath, he sensed an overwhelmingly strong energy suddenly rushing towards him, leaving no room for escape. Even if someone came to rescue him, it would be too late.