Chapter 1169

Mr. Mo Da didn't say much. He clenched his fists gently, and his body suddenly expanded to look like a giant.

His clothes have no wind from the drum, a majestic real gas, like the waves pounding on the shore, to the leaf maple.

Ye Feng said with a careless smile: "Mr. Moda, I used the sword, you used the fist, I didn't take advantage of you?"

"No matter what weapons you use, I use fists. Your sword may not take advantage of me."

At the beginning of gukai Dabi, the two men had a secret contest without physical contact. Mr. Mo Da attacked Ye Feng with his mental strength, but he didn't take advantage of it, and even suffered a secret loss.

After these days of getting along with each other, Mr. Mo Da felt more and more that Ye Feng was unfathomable. So today, when he came on the stage, he used 90% of his strength and concentrated on his unique skill of becoming famous, Fenglei Shenquan.

The strength of the congenital peak is indeed incomparable to the heaven level master. Tempestuous waves are as like as two peas, which are similar to those of

. They are like a storm, a dangerous situation, which makes Ye Feng feel deeply trapped in tornado storms and almost gasp for breath.

Moda's wind thunder fist is dozens of times more powerful than Mr. Mo'er's.

Each blow is accompanied by a faint wind and thunder, which contains endless power. To his surprise, Ye Feng's flying sword, which can cut through iron like mud, can't pierce Mr. Mo's fist.

It seems that the essence of the fist is not stronger than that of the real one.

The tip of the flying sword is half an inch away from Mr. Mo Da's fist, so it can't be pierced in. When Ye Feng wants to strengthen, Mr. Mo Da's fist comes to his side.

It's a defensive barrier formed by internal force release. It's like wrapping a layer of Qi shield around the whole body. No wonder the flying sword can't penetrate it.

Mr. Mo Da is calm and calm. His internal power is like a mighty river. It condenses into an invisible air shield outside his body to defend Ye Feng's flying sword.

The two fists attack quickly, as fast as a Taoist illusion, can not see clearly.

If you just look at it with your eyes, I'm afraid Ye Feng will be beaten and disabled. He relies on his sensitive mind. Once the frenzied pressure reaches his body, he slides away like a loach. Only his cape is lifted up by the frenzied fist, and the pair of hammer like fists can't hit him at all.

Ye Feng shuttles through the sky in the shadow of boxing. He steps Luo Yan step at his feet. His body looks like a ghost, and his flying sword is like meteors, which impacts on Mr. Mo Da's defense spirit.

When the two fight fiercely, the strength of the air released by each other is like a turbulent wave, rushing to all directions.

copious and fluent foam around the stadium, flying up to the air in half, exploded in the air and split up, broken and falling down.

has lost the protection of the collision foam, and the crowd outside the stadium will feel a burning stream of air, and they will not be able to stand on their way, and will be back.

Ye Feng can't help but be surprised. Mr. Mo Da is worthy of being the Supreme Master of ancient martial arts of the last term. His whole body's turbulent internal force is continuous and seems to be in the middle of Bozhong.

Mr. Mo Da's internal power shield makes his flying sword hero useless.

In fact, the unique skill of Yanyu sword technique can be used to control the sword with Qi and condense all the magic power on the flying sword, which will definitely tear Mr. Mo Da's true Qi defense.

But now is not the time to use Qi to control the sword. Ye Feng wants to keep it, and it won't win, so he puts the flying sword into his arms.

"Since Mr. Mo Da only uses fists, I don't need swords any more. I also change to fists. That's fair. "

See Ye Feng put the sword into his arms, abandon the sword with fist, Mr. Mo Da is a little confused, what does this boy want to do? Although don't understand Ye Feng's real intention, Mr. Mo Da feels less pressure.

Although Ye Feng's flying sword did not tear Mr. Moda's internal defense, it created a strong pressure on Mr. Moda and consumed his internal power greatly.

Moda was very surprised. He used most of his famous Fenglei fist, but he didn't even touch the edge of Ye Feng. He felt that if ye Feng stabbed more swords, his internal defense would collapse.

Although Mr. Mo Da is already a congenital peak state, the internal force in the Dantian is like a raging sea tide, which is continuous. If the internal force is released for a long time to form a defense, it will consume a lot of internal power.

Fortunately, Ye Feng took back the flying sword with flowing light. Mr. Mo Da felt a little lucky that the chance to defeat Ye Feng came?

The difference between Mr. Mo DA and Yue Zhuoqun is that he doesn't dare to have any reservation. No matter what kind of master he will face later, he doesn't think too much about it. He does his best to deal with Ye Feng.

His eyes flashed a resolute look, and his robe puffed without wind. His real Qi was twice as powerful as before. His fists were quickly waved in mid air and hit Ye Feng.

Ye Feng felt himself trapped in the boundless tornado storm, and the world was full of thunderbolt and thunder, and the roaring wind made him breathless.A wisp of divine power rises from the divinity, running rapidly, and a frenzied battle spirit rises from the chest.

Thai emperor four strikes, the first type, surge.

Boom, Ye Feng did not dodge this time, but faced Mr. Mo Da's hammer like fist and punched him fiercely. It seemed that he was forced to rush and hit him in a disorderly way.

The four strikes of the emperor of Thailand are the powerful martial arts of the archaic Protoss, which can not be compared with those of ordinary ancient warriors.

Seeing Ye Feng fight with himself with his fist, Mr. Mo's eyes flashed a joy that was hard to detect.

What he is good at is Fenglei Shenquan. Ye Feng should be used to using the sword. After half a fight, he gave up using the sword and instead fought with his fist. It's not wise.

Mr. maple leaf, if you don't want to hold on to the competition.

But this is in the ancient martial arts competition. If you want to challenge Ye Feng as the champion, how can you remind him.

His fist and Ye Feng's fist hit each other fiercely, just like two meteors falling at a high speed. They met in the universe, and they were evenly matched. A violent shock wave was released to all sides.

However, between a breath and a puff, Mr. Mo's face suddenly changed. Unexpectedly, Ye Feng seems to have made a random punch, and the power of it is like a continuous tide, which surges over one wave after another.

At the beginning of the first wave, the fist strength was not strong, which did not pose a threat to Mr. Mo Da's internal defense.

But Mr. Mo Da found that there was more than one surge between breaths, at least several waves.

The potential of a wave, silent, more and more strong, when the surge to the fifth wave, the sixth wave, the fist force is like a mountain, almost smashed his internal defense into pieces.