The city's doctor and martial artist

Chapter 195 Blood Thunder Art
Not far behind, Heisha had already retreated tens of meters away at this time. When he saw the high priest of the holy race being punched, his face suddenly showed disbelief.

"Afterimage. He. He didn't use all his strength when he fought with me before!" Heisha's voice trembled slightly, and the shock in his eyes was indescribable.

Relying on speed alone can bring out afterimages, which is already vaguely beyond the scope of the Foundation Establishment Realm's ability.

In terms of the realm of martial arts, under the realm of transformation, it is mostly the enhancement of strength and body, while the master of the realm of transformation has the protection of the body.

Above Grandmaster Yuanguan Zhu, the base powerhouse possesses miraculous spiritual consciousness, but those who can increase their speed to the extreme and bring out afterimages in mid-air are probably only able to do it in the innate realm.

Above the ground, the High Priest shouted angrily, quickly stabilized his figure, and stepped up again with a serious expression on his face.

"Foreigner junior, you have successfully angered the old man. Not only will you die without a complete body today, but these slaves will also be buried with you!" The high priest stared at Ye Fei and shouted in a deep voice with anger on his face.

After he finished speaking, the aura on his body gathered again, arousing the coercion of the saints, and at the same time, the whole body of this person was filled with black mist, and the surroundings were suddenly enveloped by a gloomy aura.

"Summon my holy family's most precious witch sword, and kill this son." The high priest muttered, and the black lines on his face suddenly faded a little at this moment.

As he moved, under the shroud of the prestige of the thousand-year-old saint clan, the black mist around him quickly condensed and turned into a crescent-shaped ring knife.

A glint of light flickered above the blade, showing that it was extremely fierce and chilling, and under the thousand-year coercion of the saint clan, it seemed even more imposing.

In front of Ye Fei, the smile on the corner of his mouth is still the same, there is no trace of fear on his face, but the fighting spirit in his eyes is getting stronger.

"Xue Lei, Ning." A low shout echoed around, and Ye Fei raised his finger to the sky.

At this time, the true energy in his body had turned to the extreme, and while the aura of his body was rising, blood overflowed from the corner of his mouth.

It's just that Ye Fei doesn't seem to care about these things. Now that he has used the power-enhancing technique, his only goal now is to kill the person in front of him.

The blood-red lightning and thunder dyed the entire sky red. If the witch knife sacrificed by the high priest of the holy clan was cold and fierce, then the power of thunder Ye Fei displayed at this time was evil and bloodthirsty.

The two forces make people feel unbearably hot and trembling, and just looking at them makes people shudder.

"Borrowed momentum, dare to use it in front of Ye Mou." Ye Fei smiled evilly, the blood thunder above his head had already condensed into shape, and his eyes locked on the person in front of him at the same time.

Before the words were finished, the fingertips fell, and the blood-colored thunder in the sky exploded, rushing towards them at an unimaginable speed.

In the mid-air ahead, the figure of the High Priest, together with the witch knife, was surrounded by the swarming blood-colored thunder, leaving almost no gap.

"What kind of Taoism is this!"

"The old man refuses to accept it, so I will cut it with the witch knife." The high priest felt the destructive power of the thunderstorm, and the calmness before had disappeared without a trace.

Within the bloody lightning, the High Priest controlled the witch knife, constantly slashing and slashing the power of thunder that blocked him.

A series of deafening muffled sounds came from the blood thunder and lightning as the man swung his knife, but they couldn't be sent out to break through at all.

On the ground, Heisha's eyes widened at this moment, and he already had the intention of retreating. Even the witch knife couldn't cut through the blood thunder, and he couldn't do anything at this moment.

"Go back to the Holy Clan first, and report this matter to the Holy Son. This Ye Fei is by no means an idler. It is not suitable to stay here for a long time." A gleam flashed in Heisha's eyes, and then the black mist wrapped around his body, and he retreated quietly to the rear.

It's just that he seemed to have overlooked the speed at which Ye Fei could explode in this state. Before he could start his spell, he felt a sharp pain in his chest.

Tangled with Heisha's whole body, he was directly smashed into the trunk of an ancient tree behind him, and a human figure was printed.

At the place where he was standing just now, a red-glowing figure suddenly appeared, it was undoubtedly Ye Fei. After punching out, he immediately raised his hand, and a blood thunder and lightning appeared out of thin air.

"Move, Yemou guarantees that you won't survive for two seconds." The cold voice slowly reached Heisha's ear.

Inside the tree trunk, Heisha spat out a mouthful of blood, and suddenly felt a chill down his back, his breath was quickly restrained, and he didn't dare to move an inch, and he didn't even dare to step out of the tree trunk, as if he had turned into a sculpture.

After Ye Fei finished speaking, his figure disappeared again, and the next moment he appeared in midair, before the bloody thunderbolt, the High Priest raised his eyes and looked forward.

After hesitating for a moment, his eyes suddenly turned cold, killing intent emerged in his eyes, the true energy in his body poured out, and at the same time, he suddenly raised his hand and clenched his palm into a fist.

The blood-colored thunder in front, as if it had been stimulated by something, began to quickly shrink inward, and it was about to drown the high priest.

"Junior, this old man is the High Priest of the Saint Clan. If you kill my Son, you will be cut into pieces!" The High Priest's eyes trembled slightly, and he couldn't help shouting.

The thunderbolts that shrank around did not slow down because of his roar, but instead shrank a little faster.

"After I kill you, Ye Mou will go meet the holy son you mentioned for a while, and he will be buried with you." Ye Fei whispered, and the real energy poured out of his body more than doubled at the same time.

Before he finished speaking, he saw the bloody thunderbolt in front of him suddenly collapsed towards the inside, and instantly condensed into a thunderball.

As for the high priest of the holy race, without making a sound, his whole body, including his body, was crushed by this berserk force, it can be said that he died thoroughly.

After solving the high priest, the blood on Ye Fei's body gradually weakened, and his figure immediately fell to the ground.

"Heisha, don't let Ye get out yet." After the blood thunder dissipated, Ye Fei turned his head and swept towards the ancient tree behind.

The reason why he didn't kill this person for the time being, naturally has his purpose. The holy son of the holy clan has already appeared on Ye Fei's must-kill list at this time.

Inside the tree trunk, Heisha's figure emerged, and after he glanced at Ye Fei in front of him, his aura suddenly froze.

"Ye Fei, you are at the end of your strength, yet you still dare to be arrogant in front of Ben Sha!" Heisha's strength is already impressive, so naturally he could tell Ye Fei's state at a glance.

If it was in the past, he might not hesitate to take advantage of the poor state of this kid and shoot directly, but now after seeing Ye Fei's methods, he dare not rush forward at this moment.

"Kill you, two seconds is enough, you can be trusted." Ye Fei's face remained unchanged, and although he swept his breath, although he was a little confused, the courage in his eyes was moving.

"I..." Heisha's body trembled, he was at a loss for words for a while, and he was afraid to look directly at the person in front of him.

After hesitating for a moment, he sighed secretly, and the aura on his body disappeared immediately, and in the end he still didn't dare to shoot Ye Fei.

Once he is defeated, he is afraid that he will die, but now Ye Fei doesn't seem to want to kill him, maybe he still has a chance to save his life, under the balance, Heisha completely gave up resistance.

After Ye Fei glanced at the person in front of him, he turned around and walked slowly towards the tribe.

The high priest of the holy clan died, but the physical condition of these clansmen in the tribe didn't seem to improve at all. As time went by, their vitality was slowly dissipating.

It's just that without the control of black witchcraft, the tribal people quickly recovered their sanity, and everyone's face was almost bloodless at this time.

In addition to these clansmen who saved their lives temporarily, the bodies of those dead clansmen were also lying on the ground at this time, and a sense of sadness enveloped the entire tribe in an instant.

"Ye Fei, Xiao Yi." Han Yanran raised her head to look at Ye Fei who was gone, and said in a low voice.

In her arms, that innocent and kind little girl closed her eyes tightly at this moment, her body trembled from time to time, and the black air emanating from her body became more and more intense.

With a bitter look on Ye Fei's face, he stretched out his hand to take the little girl. At the same time, a stream of pure essence condensed in his palm, stroking Zhen with his palm, and melted into Xiaoyi's body.

The power of the true essence of the strong foundation builder cannot be underestimated. The power of seizing the body in the little girl began to give up the devouring of blood essence, and instead absorbed Ye Fei and incorporated it into the true essence. It has improved a lot.

Fortunately, this kind of devouring speed is not fast, and with Ye Fei's strength, he can easily stabilize it.

After suppressing the power in the little girl's body, Ye Fei raised his head and looked at the tribe in front of him. His eyes fell on Axiu, and he couldn't help shaking his head slightly.

Following his gaze, he saw bursts of black energy emanating from Axiu's body at this time, and the power of seizing the house that had been pulled out by Ye Fei seemed to be reborn, which was obviously extremely strange.

"Can you save them?" Han Yanran stared at Ye Fei with a look of expectation on her face.

"I can't save her. This is not a disease, but a technique." Ye Fei's eyes flickered slightly, and he said in a low voice.

If it is toxins, or black witchcraft, he can remove it, but if he wants to completely eliminate this power of seizing the body that has already been integrated into the blood, unless Ye Fei's strength can surpass that of the person who cast the spell.

"No, there must be some way." Han Yanran's complexion changed drastically, and then she suddenly turned her head and looked at Heisha behind.

Heisha seemed to see what this woman was thinking, and then said: "It's useless, it's an ancestral technique of my holy clan, hidden in the blood of these slaves, there is no solution to this technique in the world."

Han Yanran trembled after hearing this, and subconsciously took two steps back, her complexion instantly pale as paper.

Ye Fei didn't say much, after glancing at Heisha, he turned around and walked up to the tribal grandfather, and then took out a white pill from the storage ring.

Without any hesitation, Ye Fei put the elixir into the old man's mouth, and then urged his true energy to dissolve the medicine.

The tribal grandpa's exhausted body recovered at an incredible speed at this time, and the aura on his body became stable at the same time.

(End of this chapter)