The Spirit of God Million Domain

"Didn't you just use your fist to be stronger than my head?"

Xu Feng was still sitting there, but the middle-aged man's screams kept coming out.

Just because Xu Feng's power shattered all his fists, and the feeling of bones turning into pieces was not pleasant, especially since his arms could not break free from Xu Feng's palms.

"Try it with the other hand. I want to see who has the harder fist?" Xu Feng faced the middle-aged man and pointed at his head.

"If you dare to provoke our Xihu Gang, you will die."

The middle-aged man looked at Xu Feng with a ferocious face. He did not expect that he would provoke Tie Ban.

"I'll tell you right now, my fist is harder than your head."

The moment Xu Feng finished speaking, he grabbed the middle-aged man's hand and shook it suddenly, causing the middle-aged man's body to tilt down.

Xu Feng's other hand suddenly turned into a golden fist and punched the middle-aged man's head hard.

The middle-aged man's eyes widened. He didn't expect that Xu Feng would actually dare to kill him.

He roared: "If you dare to kill me, you will die miserably."

Bang!

Unfortunately, his roars and threats completely disappeared with a bang, and his eyes widened with reluctance.

Xu Feng stood up and took the Supreme Liquid that the middle-aged man had just received in his hand. With a faint smile on his face, he said: "Since I spent the Supreme Liquid, don't trouble me. I don’t like trouble very much.”

"Wow!"

Xu Feng put away the storage ring on the middle-aged man and immediately threw his body directly outside the spirit boat, falling into the boundless sea.

The people around looked at Xu Feng and their eyes changed.

"This young man is so powerful. No wonder he provoked the Xihu Gang. He doesn't seem to be afraid of the Xihu Gang at all. It turns out he has something to rely on."

"It's incredible. He is only twenty-six or seventeen years old. How could he defeat the eighth-grade spiritual master? Could it be that he is one of those top geniuses."

"But he is killing people from the Xihu Gang now. That Zhou Hong is a ninth-grade spiritual master. I am afraid he will not let this young man go. He will still die unless he can kill Zhou Hong."

"Are you dreaming? With such a level of cultivation, you want to kill Zhou Hong. You must know that Zhou Hong is a ninth-grade spiritual master. Although this boy is physically strong, he is only a fifth-grade spiritual master."

The people on the spiritual boat saw Xu Feng killing the ninth-grade spiritual master of the Xihu Gang, and they all started talking. They were not optimistic about Xu Feng.

"Boy, you are really impatient. I originally wanted to take care of you later, but I didn't expect you to jump out first. Then we can't blame you."

Zhou Hong's eyes fell on Xu Feng. A mere fifth-grade spiritual master dared to kill people from the Xihu Gang so arrogantly. Aren't you tired of living?

The four surrounding Xihu Gang people also gathered around. They looked at Xu Feng with cold murderous intent, and they were like wolves.

Only, Xu Feng's expression was extremely calm from beginning to end. He stood up slowly, looked at Zhou Hong across from him, and said, "Don't you just want the Supreme Liquid in me?"

"But why do you take my Supreme Liquid? Don't you have big fists and strong strength? It means that if I am strong, I can kill you, right?"

Xu Feng's voice kept ringing, and several people from the Xihu Gang on the opposite side glared angrily.

"Boy, don't be too arrogant. Brother Zhou Hong is a ninth-grade spiritual master. Will he be afraid of you?" One of the eighth-grade spiritual masters roared at Xu Feng.

"Yes, he is not afraid of me and I am not afraid of him." Xu Feng looked at the eighth-grade spirit who said that. The moment he stood up, the eyes of countless people on the entire spirit boat froze slightly.

Zhou Hong looked at Xu Feng who stood up, his cheeks trembled slightly, and he said word by word: "I want to see who gives you the confidence to go against our Xihu Gang.

You will die today”

"Are you so sure that you can kill me?"

Xu Feng looked at Zhou Hong, who was extremely confident across from him. The corners of his mouth raised slightly, and an evil smile appeared on Xu Feng's face.

"With your mere fifth-grade spiritual cultivation, if I, Zhou Hong, can't kill you, then I'm not qualified to hang out in the Xihu Gang." Zhou Hong knew very well that he could hang out in a chaotic place like Hell State. , and also joined the Xihu Gang, naturally he has the strength. He feels that it is not difficult to defeat a fifth-grade spiritual master.

"Well, if you can still stand for three breaths, I will offer you all my Supreme Liquid with both hands."

Xu Feng spread his hands, a cold murderous intention emerged in his eyes, and his twin seas of energy and twelve spiritual veins suddenly began to float.

The moment the golden light on his body soared into the sky, violent air waves suddenly erupted, and killing winds roared around him.

"Five levels of killing Dao Xin!"

"All dragons unite."

Xu Feng's murderous heart filled the air, and many people felt that the blood in their bodies was flowing backwards. The most important thing was the punch Xu Feng used. The golden light turned into a giant dragon and soared over the entire spirit boat. stand up.

The huge fist struck Zhou Hong fiercely.

Bang!

The moment the punch struck hard, Zhou Hong on the opposite side suddenly exclaimed, with a look of shock on his face, and said: "You can actually practice the ultimate spiritual skill of the Dao to the transformation state?"

"Who are you? Stop it now. You don't need to release the Supreme Liquid."

Zhou Hong spurted out a mouthful of blood, but Xu Feng's fist struck out like a rainstorm of pear blossoms.

In just two breaths, Zhou Hong's body suddenly fell to the ground.

His face turned pale, and a foot stepped hard on his face.

"Now, do you understand, where do I get my confidence?" Xu Feng moved his feet slightly and said, "Is this my confidence? Are you satisfied!"

"If you are satisfied, don't kill me."

There was fear in Zhou Hong's eyes. The strength of Xu Feng in front of him was too terrifying. He was obviously a fifth-grade spiritual master, but he, a ninth-grade spiritual master, had no power to fight back.

Xu Feng raised the corner of his mouth slightly and said, "Now, you just remembered to ask me not to kill you. Don't you think it's too late?"

"No, you can't kill me. Even if you kill me, you won't be able to ascend to Hell State." Zhou Hong made a stern voice to Xu Feng.

"Oh? What do you mean?"

Xu Feng stepped on Zhou Hong's foot without letting go, and asked Zhou Hong.

(End of chapter)(.)

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