Peerless Martial Soul

Chapter 222: Battle of the Giants

These nine swords can almost split the mountain!

If you are greedy for the past few swordsmanship now, you will never reach such a realm!

"Okay, okay, don't hold me anymore." Ying Ziyue protested and flew aside.

Chen Feng smiled bitterly: "I am also worried about this problem when I win Ziyue. In the future, when I fight with people, I will use it to win the Ziyue knife. There will be an impact. Will you hurt?"

"In fact, it's okay..." Ying Ziyue said playfully: "When I really want to fight, I just hide in the depths."

"Oh, it would be great to be able to do this." Chen Feng was relieved.

After practicing the Thunder Tyrant Sword, Chen Feng continued to practice the golden jade fingers.

The index finger of Chen Feng's right hand had completely turned into a thick golden color. With one pointing, a sword-like qi burst out of the air, and he cut a deep hole in the rock wall.

But Chen Feng always had a feeling that he was still unfinished.

"It seems that Dongjin and Jade Fingers must be driven by Hunyuan Yi Qigong, and the combination of the two can exert the greatest strength. Hunyuan Yi Qigong, it is time to start practicing."

Chen Feng packed up and left the cliff.

He continued deep into the Black Rock Mountains, looking for the giant Tyrannosaurus and Seven Flowers.

In any case, he has to find both of them to save the senior sister's injury. Anyway, he is now very advanced, even if he can't beat Zhang De, he should be able to escape.

When the morning sun was rising, Chen Feng walked in the tall dense forest. The Winning Ziyue Knife was not sheathed, but was carried on his shoulders.

In the words of Win Ziyue: "Want to put me in the scabbard? Do you want to smother me?"

Ying Ziyue has been completely acquainted with Chen Feng, lying there lazily, letting out a comfortable hum from time to time.

Chen Feng smiled and said: "I have learned how to hum, it's really like a pig..."

"You're a little pig, you're a little pig..." Ying Ziyue was angry, Zhang Fang said with claws.

...

"Win Ziyue..."

"Don't tell me to win Ziyue, who allowed you to call my noble name? No, I'm angry..."

"Win Ziyue..."

"Ah... you still call..."

"Win Ziyue, when did you enter this long sword, and how did you enter?"

"Well, I don't know. During that time, my brothers and sisters were not at home and no one played with me. I was bored. I sneaked into Master Junshang's study. I didn't expect Master Junshang's study. There was a broken knife. When I was curious, I touched it casually, and it was sucked into the knife at once."

Lord? Chen Feng's eyes were a little confused.

"What do you mean by Lord?"

"It's my father! He has a lofty position. My vassals call him king, and I also learn to shout."

Chen Feng hurriedly smiled: "Hey, by the way, you are called to win the Ziyue. From now on, this knife will be called to win the Ziyue knife!"

"I don't want it. This knife is long, heavy, black and ugly. How can I be called this noble name? To win the Purple Moon Knife, you must be as thin as a cicada's wings, light and elegant."

"Ah? What are you talking about? I can't hear...oh...you agree, right, okay, then it's called winning the Purple Moon Blade."

Chen Feng was about to speak, and suddenly Win Ziyue's voice fell suddenly: "Don't speak, I feel Zhang De's breath."

Chen Feng was uncertain: "Why didn't I feel it?"

"Just listen to me, I have a keen perception." Ying Ziyue said anxiously.

Chen Feng nodded, and hid in a secret place with Ying Ziyue, holding his breath.

It took another half a cup of tea before Chen Feng felt Zhang De's breath. Then, he saw Zhang De passing hundreds of meters away, but he didn't notice them.

Chen Feng was shocked: "The perception ability to win Ziyue is really tyrannical! At least five or six times that of mine."

Next, continue on the road.

...

It was close to noon, and it had gone deep into the Black Rock Mountains for hundreds of miles. Suddenly winning Ziyue's voice was lowered again, and Chen Feng asked, "What's wrong, it's Zhang De again?"

In the morning, I met Zhang De two or three times, which made Chen Feng tireless and at the same time murderous.

This Zhang De, the lingering soul is like a tarsus maggot, what a damn!

"No, after meeting Zhang De last time, he went in the opposite direction. He should be far away from us now, at least more than two hundred miles."

"I smell the smell of blood." Ying Ziyue said solemnly: "It should be a very powerful monster, injured..."

When Chen Feng heard this, he immediately became excited, and said with a smile: "Let's go and take a look."

Under the leadership of Ying Ziyue, after walking for more than a dozen miles, Chen Feng also smelled a strong smell of blood. Around a mountain col, Chen Feng saw a terrifying scene.

Next to a huge lake, two huge figures are facing each other.

One of them, tens of meters high, covered with steel armor, is a giant steel armored Tyrannosaurus. On the opposite side, there is a giant crocodile, dozens of meters long, with sharp fangs and terrifying.

These two monster beasts turned out to be the monster beasts of the third floor of the Divine Gate Realm!

Even stronger than Zhang De, not what Chen Feng can compete with now.