Seeing that Ning Qi was about to die at his hands, Shen Tufeng showed a ferocious smile on his face.

"Eighteen Dragon Subduing Palms!"

Ning Qi pushed his hands upwards, and faced Shentufeng with a firm palm. The aura of the peak fighter burst out instantly, and the dragon-slaying fighting spirit that ignored the armor turned into a silver dragon, which directly offset the seven points of Shentufeng's blow. Cheng Weili, Ning Qi retreated about ten steps fiercely, bumped into the body of the Black Fire Ghost Dragon with his back, bleeding from the corner of his mouth, and lost a thousand points of health. For Ning Qi who possessed ten thousand blood, it was a piece of cake!