Chapter 165: Frequent Exposure of Trump Cards

  An old man in white saw Mu Feng attacking, a strong Xuanli energy burst out, directly forming a white Xuanli shield around himself, covering his entire body.

  "Rumble, rumble, rumble!"

  The sharp black sword edge fell on the Xuanli shield, each collision causing an explosive sound. When the last black sword edge heavily slammed onto the Xuanli shield, a fine crack surprisingly appeared on it.

  "Good kid, you've got some skills!"

  Mo Feng's crazy attack also made the white-robed old man reveal a look of surprise, he obviously did not expect Mo Feng's attack power to reach this level.

  "Now it's my turn."

  The old man in white clothes blocked Mu Feng's black sword edge, then his palm was filled with a surge of white energy, and he pointed at Mu Feng. The white energy shot towards Mu Feng.

  Mo Feng could feel the dangerous aura that this white mang brought to him, this white mang was absolutely capable of instantly killing a mid-term Great Circle strong practitioner.

  "Fierce Flame Fist, Flame Dragon Devours All!"

  Mo Feng retrieved the Xuanling giant sword, his palm tightly clenched into a fist, and then a straight punch burst out, a Xuanli flame dragon emerged from the fist, fiercely shooting towards that white mangosteen. The surface of the Xuanli flame dragon flashed with black flames, carrying an astonishing high temperature.

  The black dragon and white mang each brought a terrible power, colliding with a loud crash.

  However, at the moment of collision, the white-robed old man could feel that the mysterious power in the White Mang was being rapidly consumed, as if a part of it had mysteriously disappeared.

  "That flame is strange." The old man in white thought to himself.

  "Boom!"

  A loud roar spread from the point of collision, echoing throughout the mountain forest. The mysterious power storm swept in all directions, countless mud and trees were blown away, some even turned to dust.

  Mo Feng's figure retreated over a hundred feet once again, while the white-robed old man didn't move an inch. The two were now clearly at a high and low position.

  "Kid, you still have a few tricks up your sleeve."

  The white-robed old man waved his palm, and a huge Xuanli fist condensed again, rushing towards Mufeng's body fiercely.

  "Green Cloud Shield!"

  Mufeng let out a low hum, and a circular blue shield suddenly appeared from the void stone in front of him. On top of the shield, seven blue clouds surrounded it, with blue light overflowing from the clouds.

  This Qingyun Shield is a yellow-grade high-quality spiritual treasure selected by Mufeng from the Mu Clan's Spiritual Treasure when he was about to leave. Its defensive effect is extremely strong.

  "Boom!"

  The mighty fist of Xuanli heavily slammed onto the Qingyun Shield, and the luster on the Qingyun Shield instantly dimmed, transforming into a cyan light that drilled back into Mufeng's right palm. Judging from its appearance, it was clear that he had suffered no small injury.

  Although it was a bit heart-wrenching, Mu Feng didn't pay much attention to it. After all, the Qingyun Shield's grade was only Upper Yellow Grade.

  However, Qingyun Shield also completely blocked the mysterious giant fist of the white-robed old man, giving Mufeng a slight chance to catch his breath.

  Facing the white-clothed old man's offensive, Mu Feng was also completely in a passive state of being beaten. The white-clothed old man, this strong person, was still somewhat too powerful for Mu Feng, who had not long ago entered the Shaping Realm.

  Although Qingyun shielded the old man in white's powerful fist of mysterious power, Mu Feng's crisis had not been lifted, and it was clear that the old man in white had not yet used his true strength.

  "Let's see how many punches you can withstand?" The white-robed old man said with a cold smile, although he was also somewhat surprised by Mu Feng's moves, but didn't take it to heart. Today, no matter what, Mu Feng must die.

  Mo Feng's breath was slightly adjusted, and he charged towards the white-clothed old man. As he approached, his body flickered, and five residual shadows shot out, fiercely attacking the white-clothed old man.

  "In the face of absolute power, your little tricks are useless." The old man in white smiled faintly and with a flick of his sleeve, shattered the five remaining shadows.

  Mo Feng's face was solemn, and with the help of the residual shadow, he also rushed to the front of the white-robed old man. His right fist was tightly clenched, and the Flame Dominance Technique and the Mystical Spirit Silver Body Technique were activated to their limits. The Flame Dominance Technique in his body was like a raging river, surging and operating. A terrible force burst out with Mo Feng's right fist.

  "Fierce Flame Fist, Flame Dragon Devours All!"

  Silver light flashed, a huge flame dragon fist shadow, directly from Mu Feng's right fist condensed out, the surface of the flame dragon flashing with black flames, an extremely terrifying aura, swept out from Mu Feng's body, making even the white-robed old man feel a hint of danger.

  The old man in white robes changed his expression, also did not expect that Murong Feng could still launch such a powerful attack.

  This attack also incorporates the Blazing Fist, Flame Dominance, Nine Shadows Phantom Step, Mysterious Spirit Silver Body Technique, and Devouring Heart Flame, making it Mu Feng's strongest attacking method. This offensive finally moved the white-robed elder as well.

  "Mahākāru?ā Lokeshvara's Hand!"

  The old man in white clothes had a withered face, and a hint of shock flashed across his face. His body also suddenly retreated violently, while he let out a low cry. The majestic dark energy also burst out of his body, quickly condensing into a large dark energy hand.

  The aura of this mysterious power was several times stronger than the previous Mysterious Palm Seal and Mysterious Giant Fist, emitting waves of astonishing energy. Faced with Mu Feng's full-strength attack, the white-robed old man didn't dare to be careless and took out his ultimate skill.

  "Boom!"

  That powerful palm slapped heavily on the black flame dragon fist shadow, shocking the sky and shaking the entire mountain forest. The whole mountain was violently trembling, and huge cracks spread out like spider webs on the ground, uprooting the surrounding giant trees.

  Like a hurricane, the mysterious ripples spread out from the point of collision, shaking the surrounding trees and rocks into powder. The entire mountain was on the verge of collapse under the impact of these mysterious ripples.

  "Big brother, listen, what's that sound?"

  In hundreds of miles away, Fang Qian said to the middle-aged man in front of him, that person was Wan Xiong, the eldest brother of the Nan Shan Seven Heroes.

  Wan Xiong's face showed a hint of surprise, and he muttered: "Someone is fighting, what a big commotion."

  "Could it be Bai Hu Fa and that little kid?" Fang Qian asked.

  "Impossible." Wan Hu said affirmatively: "According to what you said, that kid is at most similar to you, but can you take a few moves from Bai Hu Fa?"

  Fang Qian thought for a moment and nodded, saying: "Big brother is right, that kid doesn't have such strong abilities. If it were me, I'd probably be unable to withstand three moves from Bai Hu Fa."

  "Let's go, let's hurry and take a look." Wan Xiong and the other four rushed quickly in the direction of the sound.

  Mo Feng's strike reached the ultimate limit of his own attack, even if it were a mid-term Da Yuan Man strong practitioner in the realm of creation, they would not die or be crippled under this one blow.

  However, the white-robed old man was not a mediocre person, but a truly powerful and accomplished martial artist in his prime. Not only did he possess profound and majestic spiritual power, but also had high attainments in martial arts cultivation. The "Mahātma Heavenly Net Hand" he displayed earlier was also a high-level martial art, even if it hadn't reached the lower level of the Mystic Stage, it was still an extremely close proximity to the upper level of the Yellow Stage.

  Bang!

  A figure suddenly shot out, like a meteor, flying hundreds of feet away before crashing down countless large trees and heavily falling to the ground.

  That figure fell to the ground and spat out a mouthful of blood. From its appearance, it was clear that Mu Feng had used all his strength.

  "Can't even hurt him a bit?" Mu Feng gazed at the motionless figure in the distance, a hint of incredulity flashing across his eyes.

  Mo Feng stared intently at the white figure, his heart also surging with overwhelming waves. He hadn't expected that his strongest blow would be so easily received by the old man in white.

  "Hmph!"

  After a while, the old man in white finally couldn't bear it anymore, spitting out a mouthful of blood, and his facial expression also became extremely ugly, with his thin face looking pale.

  The last attack left him with some internal injuries. Although the injury was not serious, a thick sense of horror surged up in his eyes. He never dreamed that Mu Feng's offensive would actually hurt him.

  If it wasn't for him using his strongest means to hold back, I estimate that the injury would be even more severe than now.

  "This child must be eliminated, otherwise there will be endless troubles later." The white-haired old man was also looking at Mu Feng, and a great sense of fear had already arisen in his heart.

  Seeing the old man in white clothes spouting blood, Mufeng also let out a sigh of relief. If this was still unable to cause some harm to him, then the blow to him would be quite considerable.

  However, the previous attack had a significant impact on him, and he also suffered from internal injuries, leaving him unable to continue fighting.

  Mo Feng's feet kicked off the ground, and his body shot backward in a reverse trajectory, once again choosing to flee in disarray.