The moment the Purple Jade Bell appeared, Zhou Feng immediately felt his whole body relax.
The feeling of his whole body slowing down immediately disappeared.
The combat soul summoned by Wang Jin's innate divine ability had too great a restriction on him.
Before the Purple Jade Bell appeared, Zhou Feng even felt that the surrounding air had become his opponent's.
Fortunately, the appearance of the Purple Jade Bell had completely activated the power of the Spiritual Qi.
After so many days, it was no longer as difficult for Zhou Feng to activate the Purple Jade Bell.
It could even be said that he could use it freely, as the Purple Jade Bell floated slightly above his head.
"Impossible! There's something wrong with this person's body! If that body had clearly collapsed just now!"
"That's right! That body collapsed for a very short period, but the recovery speed is even faster!"
"And that spiritual artifact is a little peculiar!"
"…"
At first, everyone had been under the impression that Zhou Feng was bound to lose, but they didn't expect that an accident would happen.
Zhou Feng's body caused many people to exclaim in surprise.
Such a body seemed to be something that only body-refining cultivators could possess!
But a vagabond cultivator dared to walk the path of body cultivation? He was extraordinarily bold!
Different from the shocked expressions of the others, Ruo Sheng's expression was filled with solemnity.
"Spiritual artifact!? Humph! Even if you have a spiritual artifact in your hand, killing you would only be a matter of raising my hand!"
Wang Jin lightly waved his palm.
At the same time, the blurry figure behind him also waved his palm. This palm could be said to cover the sky and earth!
Murderous aura! Military aura!
The two palms intertwined and entangled with each other. This palm strike was like a huge wave that pounced toward Zhou Feng.
Zhou Feng gnashed his teeth and crossed his hands in front of his chest. At the same time, he activated the Purple Jade Bell, intending to take this palm strike head-on.
Boom!
The huge palm strike slammed Zhou Feng onto the ground.
Because there was not a single speck of dust in this space, everyone could clearly see Zhou Feng's entire body in the arena.
Many parts of his body started to twist.
"Hmph! That's all!"
Seeing this, Wang Jin finally heaved a sigh of relief in his heart.
Just now, he was still a little apprehensive because Zhou Feng had actually taken his attack head-on and was actually completely fine.
There was even a supreme-grade defensive spiritual artifact.
Wang Jin admitted that he was a little flustered at that moment, worried that he had encountered a monster who pretended to be a pig to eat a tiger.
He may have challenged someone of a higher level!
It wasn't until now that Zhou Feng's entire body was twisted and smashed into the arena that Wang Jin finally relaxed.
Now, Zhou Feng couldn't get up, right?
'It hurts! I can be considered to have left the battle state now!'
Zhou Feng felt a sharp pain all over his body. However, after only three seconds, the injuries all over his body started to recover at a rapid speed.
He had forcefully withstood that terrifying attack!
Old Skin, Tough Skin, Reinforced Iron Bones, and Bone Coating, these few passive defensive skills had more than half canceled out that terrifying attack just now.
Zhou Feng didn't move now because he wanted to trigger the passive Tenacious Heart.
As long as he was out of combat mode, then he could rely on the Tenacious Heart to recover from his injuries.
As for the exaggerated distortion of his body, it was nothing in his eyes.
Kacha! Kacha!
With a series of crackling sounds, Zhou Feng's bones had all been restored.
Then, he stood up in a daze.
"He recovered again! Impossible! Such a serious injury!"
"Special bloodline? And a special physique?"
"Interesting! Really interesting! As expected, to be invited by the Vice City Lord, even Soul Altar cultivators are not ordinary people!"
"…"
Seeing Zhou Feng stand up again and that his aura didn't weaken at all, many people revealed interesting smiles on their faces.
If this continued, the battle between Zhou Feng and Wang Jin shouldn't end so easily.
If Wang Jin was defeated in Zhou Feng's hands… then the Wang Clan would probably completely decline.
A Soul Altar cultivator killing two Purple Mansion cultivators consecutively? How humiliating would that be!?
"You!"
Wang Jin looked at Zhou Feng, who was still alive and kicking and was also startled.
This didn't make sense! How could such injuries recover so quickly?
Was this a cultivation technique? Or did he possess some kind of spiritual item?
Although Wang Jin was shocked, he was not afraid. He did not believe that Zhou Feng could continue to recover like this.
He would fight dozens of times to see if Zhou Feng could still recover.
Compared to Wang Shu, Wang Jin was much stronger in both strength and mentality.
"Battle Spirit Possession!"
Wang Jin changed his battle stance.
The towering figure behind him instantly possessed Wang Jin's body and turned into a set of battle armor.
The battle armor design was exactly the same as Wang Shu's set of battle armor.
"Come! I want to see how many times you can stand up!"
After the battle spirit possession, Wang Jin stood on the spot and looked at Zhou Feng with contempt, waiting for Zhou Feng to take the initiative to attack.
The previous few clashes had given Wang Jin great confidence.
As expected, the Soul Altar realm was the Soul Altar realm, and the person in front of him was not one of those freaks.
In the current situation, Wang Jin could be said to have the upper hand.
Moreover, after advancing to the Purple Mansion realm, due to the condensation of the nascent soul, the nascent soul would be in control.
Whether it was the consumption of Spiritual Qi or soul power, it would be less than that of the Soul Altar realm, and the utilization rate would be even higher.
Even if Zhou Feng wanted to fight a battle of attrition, then the first one who would not be able to hold on would definitely be Zhou Feng.
"…"
Zhou Feng did not say a single word. He only tried his best to burn his Blood Qi.
He tried his best to make his injuries a little heavier so that he could trigger his injury Conversion.
At the same time, the passive Fighting Spirit was still accumulating power.
All kinds of buffs made Zhou Feng's strength rapidly increase.
Zhou Feng then threw a punch.
This punch was direct, without the slightest hint of theatrics.
However, this punch was like a clap of thunder. When it erupted without any warning, it startled everyone.
Under such huge pressure, the profound meaning of the Human Emperor Scripture once again appeared in Zhou Feng's mind.
That short scripture actually had another kind of artistic conception when it was being read at this moment.
"Hmph!"
Wang Jin snorted coldly and similarly used his fist to attack.
Under the support of the battle soul, Wang Jin's physical body was also extremely terrifying.
This was because the innate divine ability of the battle soul was initially used for hand-to-hand combat.
However, when the fists of both parties collided, Wang Jin's expression changed.
An abundant and enormous force like a whistling train was crazily pouring into his body.
Even Zhou Feng himself could not bear this kind of power. His entire arm bent inward, looking very horrifying.
"How is this possible!?"
Zhou Feng's punch sent Wang Jin flying, the latter's expression one of shock.
The eruption of power was buffed by the maximum extent of Fighting Spirit that Zhou Feng could burst out.
He relied on all kinds of explosive skills and self-harming techniques to try his best to increase his own strength.
After the increase, the more he fought, the more courageous he became. This increased his strength by 30%.
In this way, Zhou Feng's strength could explode and could not be calculated by 30% at all.