The Spirit of God Million Domain

Exploding Ice Emperor Sword!

The dragon leaps into heaven and earth!

The two Holy Spirit skills both erupted with terrifying power.

The onlookers were all amazed.

Following the Holy Spirit skills, they collided fiercely, causing violent fluctuations in the void.

The air waves rippled around, forming extremely strong waves that seemed to roll in all directions.

Click...

The entire void was violently agitated, forming boundless gusts of wind, and two figures flew out at the same time.

Bang!

The two of them landed on the ground at the same time, staring at each other.

Xu Feng's eyes were filled with majestic fighting spirit.

"Come again!"

Xu Feng did not retreat at all, and the spiritual power in his body suddenly surged.

"Forty spiritual veins!"

Above Xu Feng's head, forty spiritual veins burst out, and violent momentum surged towards the surroundings.

Everyone was stunned.

Their expressions became extremely strange.

Shocked, stunned, incredible.

filled their eyes.

They could not imagine that a young man at the ninth level of the psychic realm could condense forty spiritual veins.

You must know that forty spiritual veins have reached the number of spiritual veins that some warriors can condense in the Creation Realm.

Forty spiritual veins and thirty-five spiritual veins, although there is only a difference of five spiritual veins, are indeed worlds apart.

Dong Bicheng's heart was filled with annoyance at this moment.

He was extremely remorseful.

If he hadn't been greedy for life and feared death, if he had fought side by side with Xu Feng, his status in the Bitao Sect would have been greatly improved in the future.

He finally understood.

A strong person in the Creation Realm like the Supreme Elder is the biggest reason why he protects Xu Feng in every possible way.

It's not that Xu Feng took the back door, but Xu Feng's talent is really unparalleled.

It's really scary.

Luo Wanyin's face was full of ferocity. He stared at the number of spiritual veins on Xu Feng's head and felt his heart trembling.

He clearly felt that Xu Feng's cultivation was only at the ninth level of the psychic realm.

How can we condense forty spiritual veins?

"How is it possible? Why has the number of your spiritual veins increased so much?"

Luo Wanyin's eyes widened with an incredible look on his face.

He knows it very well.

Forty spiritual veins, coupled with the power of the illusory body that Xu Feng showed just now.

He faced Xu Feng, and there was no certainty about the rest of the battle.

"This young man will definitely become the Black Iron Guard in the future!"

The old man stared at Xu Feng with his eyes full of shock.

"Such a talent is simply a waste in Bitao Sect. Only by going to the eighth-level power Black Iron City can he show his abilities."

Some people looked at Xu Feng with admiration.

They are all envious of such a peerless genius.

"Nothing is impossible. Do you still think you have anything to be arrogant about in front of me?"

Xu Feng stared at Luo Wanyin opposite, his expression full of confidence.

This time, Luo Wanyin did not continue to mock Xu Feng.

"Are you hiding your strength?"

Hear Luo Wanyin's words.

Xu Feng said disdainfully: "I don't need to hide my strength at all, it's just that I don't want to go all out."

"If you need to go all out to deal with a loser, don't you think it's a waste of time?"

Heard Xu Feng's words.

Everyone couldn't help but nod in agreement.

Obviously I can kill my opponent with three punches, why do I need to show my fourth punch?

This is the self-confidence of the strong.

If it weren't for Xu Feng, anyone else who said such words would be really arrogant and would definitely be laughed at.

"Are you calling me trash?"

Luo Wanyin's eyes were full of cold murderous intent.

He holds a high position in the Falcon Gang.

Now, Xu Feng dared to call him a waste so blatantly.

One can imagine how strong the anger in his heart was.

"So what?"

The corners of Xu Feng's mouth raised. The forty spiritual veins above his head were constantly floating, becoming extremely terrifying.

"I really want to see, what qualifications do you have to call me a waste?"

Luo Wanyin's voice was bone-chilling.

All the spiritual power in his body was stirring.

"Second-level low-grade Holy Spirit Skill: Sea-cutting Sword!"

Luo Wanyin knew very well that if he wanted to defeat Xu Feng, he had to use his most powerful Holy Spirit skill.

He has a high status in the Falcon Gang and is lucky enough to obtain a second-level low-grade Holy Spirit Skill. He believes that he can kill Xu Feng.

Although his spiritual veins are five different from Xu Feng's.

However, he felt that with the difference in cultivation level and the difference in Holy Spirit skills, he could kill his opponent.

Therefore, the long sword in his hand was carrying an overwhelming amount of cold energy, and the sword energy was everywhere.

Waves of ice surged on his long sword.

"Second level Holy Spirit Skill!"

Many people couldn't help but exclaimed when they felt Luo Wanyin's aura.

To know.

The second level Holy Spirit Skill is the most precious Holy Spirit Skill for the ninth level forces.

Of course, such Holy Spirit skills are too common for Black Iron City, which is an eighth-level power.

This is why the entire Black Iron City is full of people who want to join the Black Iron City.

Once you join Black Iron City, it means obtaining resources, obtaining Holy Spirit skills, and obtaining a more powerful platform.

"How can you resist my sea-cutting sword!"

Luo Wanyin looked at Xu Feng and raised his sword.

The terrifying cold air condensed, and the sword light became extremely terrifying.

"Do you think you are the only one who possesses the second-level Holy Spirit Skill?"

Xu Feng stared at Luo Wanyin opposite, with a mocking smile on his face.

Immediately, the spiritual energy in his body rolled.

Forty spiritual veins converged.

"Styx Catalog!"

The second-level low-level Holy Spirit skill Xu Feng displayed was the Styx Catalog. Although it was not a fist, it was still terrifying.

In particular, the greater the number of spiritual veins, the more powerful the Holy Spirit skills will be.

The violent momentum rolled down from his hands, forming a fierce hurricane.

Immediately afterwards.

A picture scroll seemed to appear between his hands.

It is a picture scroll from the Styx Illustration.

The River Styx flows like this, carrying all the tumbling water.

The whole earth was trembling slightly.

"Xu Feng also successfully cultivated the second level Holy Spirit Skill?"

Dong Bicheng's eyes widened and he thought: "No, our Bitao Sect doesn't seem to have this second-level Holy Spirit Skill!"

"Damn it!"

Luo Wanyin's inner pride disappeared.

He really didn't understand how Xu Feng, at such an age and with such a level of cultivation, could do all this?

The second level Holy Spirit Skill is not only very precious, but also extremely difficult to cultivate.

He practiced the "Sea-Severing Sword" and practiced it for many years before he reached a small level of success.

However, the Holy Spirit skill Xu Feng displayed at this moment was obviously at the level of Dacheng.

Wow…

The river continued to flow, and a Styx River ran across it like this.

The river swallowed the sword completely.

Wow!

Blood sprayed out instantly from Luo Wanyin's mouth, along with fragments of his internal organs.