Chapter 382: In but No Out

After two head-on collisions, the young warrior suffered a great loss. He dared not say the second sentence "Come again". He just felt frightened and his hands and feet were weak. Situ Reading

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Is this still human strength?

How could a mere sixth-level innate warrior have such a powerful force?

Could it be that the boy in front of him was a genuine body-refining warrior?

The fear surging in his heart made him dare not act rashly.

"Aren't you going to come again? Are you coming?" Ye Feng asked calmly, but before the young warrior could react, his body burst out like an arrow from a string, and the short iron stick in his hand brought up a turbulent wind.

The strong wind whistled and the mountain mist shook.

The power contained in the stick presented by Ye Feng was much stronger than the previous two collapses. When the stick fell, the young warrior turned pale and retreated hastily like a rabbit.

He knew that with his own strength, it would be difficult to resist this blow anyway.

It turns out...it turns out that when he fought with me before, this kid surnamed Ye didn't use his full strength at all.

The power that I have always been proud of is not worth mentioning in front of him.

For a moment, the young warrior felt an indescribable sense of loss in his heart, and the look he gave Ye Feng was no longer the contempt he had before.

Fortunately, this kid will be dead soon. As long as I can hold on until that person arrives, given the deep hatred between the two sides, that person will never spare the life of this kid surnamed Ye. And without this freak, my physical strength can still continue to dominate among the many innate warriors of the powerful Western Tang country.

With this thought in mind, he quickly retreated, trying to avoid Ye Feng's attack and continue to delay time.

However, he forgot one thing.

If it was in a vast space, he might still have the possibility of continuing to fight with Ye Feng, but at this moment, both sides were in a very small range of the iron curtain of the magic array, which greatly restricted their mobility. How could they delay by fleeing?

After just one breath, the young warrior realized this, because he had already leaned against the iron curtain, and there was no space behind him.

"Manager Xuan, let go of the magic circle and let me out."

Seeing the heavy iron rod coming towards him, the young warrior panicked and turned his head slightly to shout at the gray-robed horse-faced people who maintained the magic circle.

But firstly, this magic circle can almost isolate the sounds inside and outside, and the young warrior's cry for help may not be heard clearly by the outside people. Secondly, Ye Feng is very close to him now. Once the magic circle is opened, how can Jiang Yefeng be trapped?

The dragon emerges from the abyss, and that is not something they can control.

So even though the young warrior shouted hoarsely, the magic circle iron curtain did not loosen at all. From the action, the gray-robed middle-aged man on the outside cast spells a few points faster, and red light entangled, making the entire iron curtain unbreakable.

"Damn it, Xuan Yishan, don't let me out." The young warrior cursed in pain.

Ye Feng originally wanted to save some energy, and when the formation master outside opened the iron curtain to let the young warrior out, he suddenly made a fierce move and easily got out of the formation, but he didn't expect that the gray-robed middle-aged man who set up the formation would abandon his companions.

But that didn't matter. The iron curtain of the formation was not unbreakable. After killing the young warrior, he could still break it.

It just took a little time and effort.

Across the red light curtain, Ye Feng's eyes projected through the light curtain and saw that the gray-robed middle-aged man was already sweating and nervous. In addition to waving the bloody battle flag, he took out a round copper mirror-like thing and kept adjusting the direction of his steps.

At this time, the young warrior had been forced by Ye Feng to the point of being close to the iron curtain.

"Who colluded with Tiandisha to let you deal with me, and then where is your Tiandisha gathering place in Xitang? Tell me, I can consider giving you a quick death." Looking at the young warrior who had no way to retreat, Ye Feng looked at him calmly and asked.

The murderous aura revealed in his words was exposed.

Tiandisha, the killer organization, has dealt with him many times, especially when he was in the Fiery Valley, the innate master who used a bow almost chased him to a dead end. If the mysterious round platform had not opened up a storage space, he would have been burned to ashes by the innate fire spirit. This revenge must be avenged. Ye Feng has never been a "Buddhist" young man.

Now he does not take the initiative to cause trouble to Tiandisha because Ye Feng knows that his strength is not good enough. When his cultivation level is improved in the future, he will take back the principal and interest.

"I will not tell you any secrets about the organization, nor can I reveal who placed the order. However, if you let me go, I can give you a hint..." The young warrior has completely lost his previous sharpness and said dejectedly.

"Oh? Actually, I know it's the Tie family without you telling me!" Ye Feng shook his head, a hint of sarcasm flashed across his face, and he walked to the side of the young warrior, "I can't let you leave alive, give up on this idea."

"Then, I'll fight you!"

The young warrior's face suddenly became fierce, and his eyes became extremely sharp in an instant. He touched the ground with his right foot, and his body jumped up like a shark. The black stick in his hand flashed with dazzling lightning, and there were arcs of electricity flashing around. He instantly turned the long stick into a windmill. Wherever he passed, arcs of lightning surged, and a crackling sonic boom sounded around.

Everything was to show weakness to confuse Ye Feng's mind.

This man's sudden attack carried an astonishing momentum. Not only was it powerful, but it also contained a strong lightning attribute.

Ye Feng was not in a hurry, and his figure retreated quickly. When the rotating long stick was about to roll to his side, the short iron stick came out to kill, and the momentum of the Qimei stick was frustrated, and the speed inevitably slowed down.

However, a hint of satisfaction flashed in the eyes of the young warrior.

With the power that Ye Feng had shown before, it was not difficult to block the attack of the long stick, but now the long stick dancing like a windmill is not only about power.

The lightning attribute attached to it is the key that the young warrior is looking forward to.

If Ye Feng used his body skills to dodge, then there is no doubt that all his subsequent methods would be unable to be used. Facing Ye Feng, he could only sit and wait for death. But now this kid who doesn't know how to live or die actually used the weapon in his hand to parry and resist. Wouldn't the lightning attribute contained in the long stick be just passed on?

As he thought, the power of thunder burst out, and the thick electric current invaded Ye Feng along the short iron stick like a giant python.

At such a close distance, it was impossible to dodge. In a flash, all the purple electric snakes were immersed in Ye Feng's body.

Being hit by a strong lightning current will instantly paralyze the whole body. When masters fight, such paralysis is enough to be fatal.

"Haha, kid, you've been fooled..."

A series of malicious laughter sounded, and the young warrior swung a long stick with both hands, jumped high into the air, and slammed down from top to bottom.

"I'll make your head explode."