Fan Yang did not retreat or avoid, protecting his body with a true qi that was almost condensed into the substance, and went straight forward, like a ferry boat riding the wind and waves, going upstream.

The torrent of fist gang is like a big river rushing, Fan Yang's body standing on the "cusp" of the storm swayed slightly, but he was not forced to retreat half a step, the real qi in his body turned sharply like electricity, and he was slammed into the ground, and even the torrent of fist gang was suddenly stagnant, taking advantage of this gap, he continued to swing his fists, creating countless dragons, tigers, snakes, eagles and other animal phantoms.

This is the performance of the twelve forms and intentions to the extreme, the beast shadows are all over the sky, and the roar is continuous, like a group of well-trained elite soldiers, with the momentum of the secret formation path, besieging Qin Tian.

"Haha!"

Qin Tian laughed loudly, with an indescribable joy, he only felt that his blood was boiling, and he only fought with this group of fierce beasts with his bare hands.

smashed the dragon's head with one punch, tore the eagle's wings with both hands, and pierced the tiger's chest and abdomen with a claw, one after another fierce beast true spirits broke in his hands one after another, and turned into Dao true qi and exploded.

Its ferocity and bravery are almost like ancient generals rushing to the battlefield.

At this moment, Fan Yang strode forward, his reckless cyan true qi agitated, and his fists had turned into two hideous beast heads, a lion and a tiger, wrapped in a terrifying sound of "whining", and twisted Qin Tian's neck.

What a slap on the door!

Qin Tian was not afraid, his body shook, and a fierce wind rose from the ground, like a sword light and sword shadow in the sky, and all the beast shadows within a radius of ten zhang were shattered.

Immediately, his figure spun like a **, and his right leg kicked straight, like a silver spear sweeping.

"Bang"

Greeting the fist with his legs, it was naturally Qin Tian who took a big advantage, and Fan Yang's true qi blessed by his fists was shattering step by step, and even the whole person flipped back and flew out ten meters away.

"Come again!"

suffered a sullen loss, but Fan Yang seemed to be a nobody, and climbed up neatly, the battle intent in his eyes became more and more hot, and the offensive started again.

The more frustrated he became, the more he fought, the more courageous he became, and he was completely a battle maniac.

...

The fighting methods of the two gradually entered the white-hot stage, and the ring was already a mess, the ground was broken, the sand and stones were flying, and even the enchantment began to become distorted, so that several mentors had to join forces to strengthen it before it stabilized again.

In the venue, there was a dead silence, and the "rumbling" sound of swallowing saliva could be easily heard.

The strength shown by the two is no less than that of the congenital or the foundation building, and many of the old students present asked themselves if they were not their enemies.

...

An intimate room on the top floor of the auditorium.

On the side facing the ring, there is an open floor-to-ceiling privacy glass, which gives you an overview of the entire venue.

In the huge room, there are only four figures, and the qi is deep, like the abyss and the sea.

The four of them faintly respected the old man in the front position.

"Old Zhao, is Qin Tian the seedling in your photo?" asked a middle-aged beautiful woman with towering temples and still charm.

Wasn't the "Old Zhao Lao" in her mouth the old man Zhao who taught Qin Tianfu's class? I never thought that in front of him, even the three deans of the Heavenly God Academy would be able to claim to be juniors.

Old man Zhao took a sip of tea, and looked excited: "What can I do if I fall in love? ”

The three deans felt a slight chill in their hearts, and they didn't know how to answer, after all, if this conversation continued, most of them would touch some taboos.

In this regard, Old Man Zhao did not show any strange emotions, but just turned his head to Qi Zhiqing and ordered: "I want to bother you to spend more time on that kid in Fan Yang, it is best to accept him as a personal disciple, after all, the heir of the God of War Catalogue has not appeared for nearly a hundred years." ”

Qi Zhiqing's expression was solemn, and he even claimed to be.

...

"Boom"

At this time, a roar of shaking eardrums erupted in the ring, like the ancient gods beating war drums, resounding through the sky.

Qin Tian and Fan Yang's fists collided with each other again, bursting out with two rays of light, one blue and one purple, which were distinct, and it was difficult to distinguish between high and low for a while.

When the brilliance faded, Qin Tian and Fan Yang both flew out upside down, each plowing two ravines on the ground before finally stabilizing their bodies.

Fan Yang's breath began to appear a little disordered, while Qin Tian's breathing was still long and orderly, as before.

Without him, even if Qin Tian pressed the realm at the same level as Fan Yang, there was always a gap between the foundations of the two sides, and it was impossible to achieve absolute fairness.

Fan Yang also knew that in the end, he would only suffer from the loss, so he decided to divide the victory and defeat with Qin Tian on top of the next move.

With the index fingers of both hands, he drew half an arc in the void, and finally connected end to end, forming a half-black, half-white circular pattern, which slowly rotated on its own.

The God of War Catalogue pursues the combination of Yin and Yang, and comprehends the origin of Yin and Yang, in order to get a glimpse of the root of the Great Dao.

This type of Yin and Yang grinding disc is the strongest martial arts magic power he can use at present.

At the same time, Qin Tian seemed to be in a huge grinding plate, and his body was torn apart by the two qi of yin and yang, about to tear him apart and crush him, and finally turn him into powder.

Qin Tian didn't struggle, but began to savor this kind of heavenly power, and under pressure, the boxing of Bajiquan was blended into the Eight or Nine Xuangong by him little by little.

Old man Zhao is right, if the martial arts are practiced to the extreme, there will be a great scenery, and through today's battle, he has a first glimpse of the magnificent scenery.

There is an ancient saying that is widely spread, "Wen has Taiji to calm the world, and Wu has eight poles to determine the world".

The first type of supernatural power that Qin Tian comprehended was "Fixing the Universe"!

With one hand behind him, he stepped forward with a lunge and delivered a straight punch.

There was neither a brilliant fist nor a spiritual power, but the time around him seemed to be frozen, the wind stopped blowing, everyone stopped breathing, and the black and white circle pattern in front of Fan Yang stopped turning.

"Boom"

There was a sound of porcelain shattering in the dead silence, and the black and white circle pattern collapsed inch by inch, turning into yin and yang and returning to heaven and earth.

Everything finally returned to normal, Fan Yang coughed up blood and passed out.

In the ring full of gunpowder, Qin Tian was the only one who stood up, and his edge was as strong as an unsheathed long sword.