Chapter 771 I Can't Escape From My Palm

Chen Feng, turned out to be the great master of formation? !

Chen Feng is just a young cultivator under twenty-five years old. Although his realm strength is among the younger generation, he is considered a monster-like existence, and he is a monster genius with extraordinary talent, but the golden-robed cultivator never thought of it. Chen Feng's strongest is not the realm strength, but the way of formation!

With such a powerful formation, even in the entire Daqian world, it is impossible to find many great masters of formation!

A terrifying light suddenly erupted in the eyes of the golden-robed cultivator. Although the formation under Chen Feng's feet has not yet been formed, it has already erupted with a shocking and inexplicable power!

A playful look flashed in Chen Feng's eyes, looking at the eyes of the golden robe monk, the corners of his mouth raised slightly, and said, "Next, I'll show you what a real formation is!"

boom!

As soon as Chen Feng's voice fell, he heard a sudden roar from under Chen Feng's feet. The violent aura rose directly into the sky, and the phantoms of sharp sword qi appeared between the heavens and the earth. The terrifying light devoured the world and shook Jiuxiao!

Chen Feng's formation at the moment made the golden robe monk suddenly change color, his voice became trembling and frightened, and a grayish-white color suddenly flashed in his eyes, and said: "It turned out to be... the Sword God Storm Formation? !"

The Sword God Storm Formation is a fierce formation in the Daqian world, so the monks in the Daqian world are all disgusted. If there is a Sword God storm formation in every secret realm ruins, the Martial Ancestor The powerhouses of the realm are all shunned!

They simply did not dare to challenge the power of the Sword God's Storm formation. Chen Feng was able to summon a Sword God's Storm formation in an instant. The shock in the golden robe monk's heart was immediately conceivable!

When the Sword God Storm Formation under Chen Feng's feet erupted with endless sword energy, the golden robe monk suddenly discovered that his Heaven Punishing Sword Formation was touching the phantom of the sword energy that filled the sky. The sage's treasure turned out to be directly disintegrated into scrap iron, and it simply cannot exist for one more second!

This situation suddenly made the golden robe monks lose their souls, and even his most powerful ultimate move could not kill Chen Feng, on the contrary, any of Chen Feng's ultimate moves made him dare not compete with him at all!

There is more than one such powerful killing move, Chen Feng. Above the golden-robed cultivator's head, there is a purple-red Thunder Dragon staring at him. This kind of endless pressure actually makes a Martial Ancestor like him feel To the crisis of death!

In an instant, the golden-robed cultivator directly displayed the Martial Skill of Shrinking the Ground into an Inch. The ground beneath his feet was changing with a very strange feeling, as if the ground had been compressed together, and a hundred miles of land had been compressed into In a place of more than one meter, the golden robe monk disappeared in an instant, and his movement was very strange!

The corners of Chen Feng's mouth were slightly raised, and his voice was like a thunderous lion's roar. The voice was so loud that it reached the ears of the golden-robed monk who was rushing for his life in the distance!

"Don't run, you can't escape my palm!"

Chen Feng's voice was very slight, but when Chen Feng's voice entered the ears of the golden-robed monk, it was like a thunderous explosion, causing bright red blood to flow out of his ears!