The Terror Of The Ghostly Hand

The more Jiang Feng fought with Mo Luo, the more strenuous it became.

Although his ZHENQI was abundant, it couldn't withstand the efficient release of it.

The Dark Thunder gang qi consumed his zhenqi, the seven stars sword consumed his zhenqi, the bewilderment track footwork consumed his zhenqi, and every Dragon Claw was imbued with a lot of zhenqi.

It could be said that he was able to withstand mo Luo's attack entirely by relying on his ZHENQI.

"Kid, you're not bad, but let's see how long you can last!"

Mo Luo's hands were covered with demonic qi as he punched Jiang Feng's Dragon Claw. Before Jiang Feng could swing the seven star sword with his left hand, he had already pushed him back.

This punch had caused pain to Jiang Feng's Dragon Claw. The powerful impact had also caused him some internal injuries.

If he hadn't held back the mouthful of blood in his mouth, he would have spat it out just now.