An invisible aura swept around with Shen Feng as the center, stretching for hundreds of zhang, the ground cracked inch by inch, and the surface rolled up.

"Zhu Rong Shen Fist!"

Shen Feng burst out, his right fist suddenly pulled back, and then slammed out.

His fists didn't have any bells and whistles, they went straight and straight, using the purest aura of the Cangxuan Immortal Method.

The sound of a strong sonic boom exploded, directly shaking the sky, as if it was about to tear the air apart, like an artillery attack, and it was indomitable.

Qiu Shijie and Shen Feng were a hundred feet apart, but in an instant, they felt an overwhelming force in front of them, and even the air seemed to freeze at this moment.

The invisible air flow oppressed his body firmly in place, and it was impossible to dodge, all the ways were blocked by the aura, and Shen Feng's fist strength could be seen everywhere.

"What!"

Qiu Shijie's pupils were wide open, and there was a thick look of horror in his eyes.

Life and death are often just a thought, he Qiu Shijie has been powerful in Lingnan for many years, and after stepping into Wuzun, he has defeated countless masters, but he has never experienced this suffocation of death.

Even when he faced Qin Juetian more than ten years ago, he had never had such a solemn and fearful state of mind.

"Monster!"

He concluded that the young man in front of him was definitely a down-to-earth humanoid monster, but at the age of seventeen or eighteen, he had such unfathomable strength, and the power of one punch was so strong.

"What kind of power is this?"

Xia Ningruo stood on the spot, her pretty face was full of sluggishness.

She had seen her father, that is, the Pavilion Master of the Medicine God Pavilion, break the stream with Neigang Qi, which gave her an infinite shock at that time, and now Shen Feng's fist strength is even better than her father's, even the hard surface can be overturned and cracked, if this is hit on a person's body, who can withstand it?

The rest of the people were all stunned, and Shen Feng punched out, as if carrying the might of heaven and earth.

Death enveloped his whole body, and the strong sense of oppression made Qiu Shijie have to use the strength in his whole body and give it a go.

"I don't believe that a hairy boy can kill me!"

Qiu Shijie pushed his palms forward, and the qi in his body turned into two streams of air that wrapped his palms, and the palms of his palms appeared red, and the starlight filled the sky.

"Falling Star Hand, Flying Stars!"

He burst into a shout, and the qi in his body suddenly exploded, and an invisible wall of qi seemed to be formed between his palms, which was embellished by starlight in the sky, and then collided with Shen Feng's fist wind.

The Flying Star is the final realm of the Qiu family's Falling Star Hand, and only a few people in the past generations of the Qiu family's masters have really practiced it, Qiu Shijie didn't know how to use the Flying Star before, but he didn't expect to be under Shen Feng's oppression, and he used the super martial arts that very few people can cultivate.

This palm is Qiu Shijie's lifelong essence, and it is the strongest attack, and he is confident that under this move, even the 'broken army' Qin Juetian can fight.

Shen Feng was young, and he didn't believe that Shen Feng could really compare to Qin Juetian, who was powerful in Huaxia more than ten years ago.

"Boom!"

There was a loud bang, and the air was blocked by invisible energy, forming two oval air rings that erupted upward, and the earth shook under this blow.

"The Qiu family's falling star hand, you also want me to wish Rong Shen Fist?"

Everyone thought that Qiu Shijie and Shen Feng's attacks would be equal, but unexpectedly, Shen Feng suddenly smiled jokingly, with mockery and disdain on his face.

Qiu Shijie's face turned pale, and he suddenly had an ominous premonition.

"Whoosh!"

At this moment, Zhu Rong's fist strength suddenly turned into a fist-sized air wave, but this air wave was condensed by Shen Feng's fist strength, like substance, like a sharp knife piercing Qiu Shijie's palm force from it.

"Poof!"

A soft sound came, and the fist power rushed forward with a devastating momentum, and Qiu Shijie's palm power instantly shattered, turning into starry light, and then dissipated.

The strength of the fist was unstoppable, and it fell directly on Qiu Shijie's body, the wind suddenly rose, and then suddenly dissipated, and there was no movement at all.

Everyone was stunned and puzzled.

Although Qiu Shijie was hit by Shen Feng's fist, his expression remained unchanged, standing motionless, as if he had not been injured.

But Shen Feng withdrew his fist and patted his shirt.

He stood expressionless on the ground, and his eyes returned to indifference.

"What happened?"

Xue'er and Yu Liang looked puzzled, the exchange between Shen Feng and Qiu Shijie was amazing, but it was only in an instant, but everything disappeared.

Xue Ping's several high-ranking martial arts sects all looked at each other, and even they didn't know what the situation was on the field.

"Is there no score?"

Xia Ningruo's beautiful eyes were raised slightly, with a hint of expectation and doubt in her eyes.

If Shen Feng really defeated Qiu Shijie, he would definitely be famous in the martial arts world of Huaguo, become a new young martial artist, and his reputation would spread far and wide.

She very much wished she could see the rise of a rising star in the martial arts world at that time.

But in the current situation, it seems that Shen Feng and Qiu Shijie have no victory, and neither of them has the intention of making a move.

"Could it be that the two of them felt that it was quite difficult to distinguish the victory from the defeat, and they were unwilling to continue fighting?"

The more Xia Ningruo thought about it, the more he felt that it was possible, only this explanation could explain the situation on the field, after all, the battle between the martial artists had not been seen in the past ten years since the 'broken army' Qin Jietian challenged the Huaguo martial arts realm.

And if the two Wuzun want to divide the winner and loser, unless the difference in strength is too big, they need to fight with their lives, but everyone spares their lives, unless they are enemies of life and death, they will never distinguish between life and death.

Qiu Shijie's face recovered from pale and ruddy, he showed emotion, sighed and asked:

"What kind of martial arts are you, and why have I never heard of it?"

The corners of Shen Feng's mouth hooked up a smile, and he pointed at himself with his finger:

"This is my own martial art, of course you haven't heard of it!"

"Homemade?"

"Unexpected, unexpected!"

Qiu Shijie had a wry smile on his face.

"A powerful martial arts, most of them are created by the ancestors through self-perception and tempering, and in today's world, there are very few people who can create their own peerless martial arts. ”

"'Firmament' Shen Tong, 'Army Soul' Chu Tianjiao, 'Breaking Army' Qin Juetian, Zhonghai Zhao Wouji, these are all people who create their own martial arts and martial arts like dragons, but even Shen Tong, who has the highest talent and understanding, only comprehended it at the age of twenty-six and created his own peerless martial arts, you are only seventeen or eighteen years old, you can reach this point, it is really shocking to the past and the present!"

Qiu Shijie's voice was smooth, as if he was talking to himself, and he seemed to be explaining to everyone.

"I lost!"

He was silent for a moment, and spit out these three words with great difficulty, this sentence he had said once in more than ten years, and that was after failing to face Qin Juetian's challenge.

But this time, he admitted defeat in front of a teenager.

As soon as Qiu Shijie finished speaking, the person fell down on his back to the sky, his eyes wide open.

A generation of martial arts has been lost!

(End of chapter)