Fantasy: My Sect is 100 Million Points Stronger

Mo Yi, the seventh elder of the Demon Tribe, has reached the pinnacle of spiritual cultivation!

In the entire Demon Tribe, the top ten elders are at least at the peak of the late Yuan Shen or above. They are also the truly powerful elders of the Demon Tribe and are extremely powerful.

Just standing there brought great pressure to Wang Feng, far beyond what the elder he had killed in the Demon Tribe could compare to!

"boom!"

The next moment, Mo Yi's body moved and appeared beside Wang Feng in an instant. His fist flashed with a cold light and he hit Wang Feng's head, as if he was going to hit Wang Feng's head with a punch.

Before the punch came, Wang Feng could already feel the terrifying strong wind, which made his long hair dance wildly, and his cheeks even hurt slightly.

Fully blessed by the power of the God of Faith, tyrannical power fluctuations emerged from his body. Wang Feng did not hesitate and punched out with the same punch. The powerful energy collapsed the void, revealing a dark hole.

"boom!"

If the thunderous roar resounded, Wang Feng and Mo Yi took a step back at the same time. With the two of them as the center, the ground around them shook instantly, lifting a thick layer, but neither of them paid attention and turned their gazes. Staring at each other.

Wang Feng's eyes narrowed slightly. The strength of this magic suit was very strong, a bit stronger than the average peak soul. If he hadn't possessed the other side body, his body would have been shattered by the tyrannical counter-shock force. Got it!

In fact, Mo Yi was even more shocked than Wang Feng at this moment. He thought that he could not only defeat Wang Feng with one punch, but at least inflict some injuries on him. However, Wang Feng was far more powerful than him. Imagine, no wonder he can defeat a strong man in the middle stage of Yuanshen with one punch!

"call out!"

Thinking like this, Mo Yi moved his feet, and his long legs swept out like a divine dragon swinging its tail, directly towards Wang Feng's waist. The terrifying force shook the void and cracked open every inch, and the momentum was fierce and violent.

Wang Feng twisted his body and avoided the kick in a weird arc. At the same time, he bent his arm and struck out with an elbow. Mo Yi stretched out his hand to block. With a bang, the two of them stepped back at the same time, but immediately charged towards each other. And go.

"Bang! Bang!"

There were roars and explosions, and the terrifying force shocks continued to sweep through. The two of them, like two wild beasts, started fighting hand-to-hand at the entrance of the devil's pilgrimage secret realm, punching to the flesh. It made people's blood boil with excitement, but they were also frightened. .

Many elders of the demon tribe not far away changed their faces slightly when they saw that Wang Feng could fight to such an extent with Mo Yi. Although Mo Yi was not the strongest among them, his physical body , among the many elders of the Demon Tribe, he is undoubtedly the strongest. Only under the High Priest Demon Xiao, under normal circumstances, even those who are stronger than the Demon Clothes would not dare to fight against him physically!

But this intruder who suddenly appeared was able to physically fight against the magic robe, and was not even at a disadvantage. How is this possible?

In the impression of many demon clan elders, the invader's physical body is undoubtedly very weak. To them, it is no different from paper. In the entire Lost World, the physical strength of his demon clan is not to mention. The strongest, but only under the Siren Clan. Not even the other two major races can compare with their physical bodies, let alone mere invaders.

The scene in front of them simply refreshed the understanding of many demon tribe elders about the physical weakness of the invaders. Even the demon owl narrowed his eyes slightly, and a look of seriousness appeared on his majestic face.

"boom!"

On the battlefield, Wang Feng and Mo Yi continued to exchange blows with fierce moves. The violent power swept in all directions, shaking the whole world. Wang Feng did not rush to explode. Instead, he took advantage of this gap and used Mo Yi to That powerful physical body constantly sharpens his other side body and combat skills!

Being able to fight against a peak soul powerhouse like Mo Yi is of huge benefit to Wang Feng. It can not only sharpen his physical body, but also temper his divine forbidden realm.

Ever since he reached the peak of the seventh level of the Divine Forbidden Realm, Wang Feng had no clue about entering the eighth level of the Divine Forbidden Level. Now that he finally encountered such a powerful opponent, he naturally didn't want to let it go!

However, Demon Xiao would not let him be so relaxed. After seeing that Wang Feng's physical body could compete with the demon clothes, he waved his big hand again, and an elder of the Demon tribe stepped forward again.

It is true that Wang Feng showed great combat prowess, but Demon Xiao still did not take him seriously, and did not even plan to take action personally. What a joke, the top experts of his entire Demon tribe are here, so where is the need? Did he take action himself? What's more, Wang Feng, a mere intruder, is not worthy of him taking action himself!

It is no exaggeration to say that with the current lineup of Demon Xiao and others, even the strongest men from the other three major races have no chance of survival. Under such circumstances, how could Demon Xiao kill the king? Maple in your eyes?

Anyone in Demon Xiao's situation would probably not take Wang Feng seriously!

Demon Ling, the sixth elder of the Demon Tribe, has a peak cultivation level of Yuan Shen, and is even more powerful than Demon Clothes!

"boom!"

As soon as he stood up, Mo Ling exploded with momentum. A pitch-black spear appeared in his hand at some point. The domineering and sharp spear intent spread out from his body. His whole body seemed to be like a The spear in his hand fuses together, giving people the feeling that he is the spear and the spear is him.

"Buzz!"

Immediately afterwards, Mo Ling held a spear and flashed, appearing behind Wang Feng in an instant. The spear shot out like a dragon. The terrifying spear tip carried an astonishing power and bombarded Wang Feng. The sharp spear tip, Directly piercing the void, a long and narrow black crack appeared, as if piercing the sky in half.

Feeling the terrifying edge coming from behind, Wang Feng's expression changed, but he did not panic. He punched the magic robe back with one punch, and reached out to grab it with the other hand. The Xuanji Dao Sword appeared in his hand in an instant. Without thinking, He slashed out with his backhand sword, and the half-moon-shaped sword light shot out in an instant!

"boom!"

A huge roar resounded, and violent power swept across all directions. Seeing that his offensive was shattered, Mo Ling was not surprised. He moved his feet, and his whole body followed him like a shadow. He kept waving the spear in his hand, and sharp edges emerged, densely packed, like a rain of thousands of swords. , crashed down!

At the same time, Mo Yi did not freeze. His fists were like the dark sun, and he struck wildly. Fist seals burst out and bombarded Wang Feng. For a moment, the fist seals and the spear blade were intertwined, and Wang Feng's entire body was shrouded in it, leaving Wang Feng unable to retreat or escape!

Faced with this terrifying offensive, Wang Feng did not panic. He took a deep breath, holding the Xuanji Dao Sword in his left hand and making a fist in his right hand. The power in his body surged out crazily. The powerful power fluctuations centered on him and spread to All around, the whole sky was shaken.

The next moment, a dull roar came from Wang Feng's mouth, like thunder!

"Flying Fairy from Heaven!"

"Kanglong has regrets!"