"No need for half a pillar of incense!"

The momentum on Bei Hai's body exploded, his eyes were sharp, and he suddenly raised his feet and rushed towards Nie Fan.

The unrivaled momentum pressed towards Nie Fan, and every step seemed to weigh as much as a thousand catties, stepping on, the void vibrating, and an invisible force permeated.

Although this momentum was rushing towards Nie Fan, the people around him still felt their hearts beating, this momentum was too strong, and the void was unstable, they could not bear it, and their hearts were so stuffy that they could barely breathe.

Nie Fan's shoulders sank intuitively, and his face became cold, this Bei Hai's strength far exceeded his estimates, and he was definitely a terrible opponent he had never encountered.

Nie Fan's momentum suddenly let go, and his body was like a sharp sword, soaring straight into the sky, incomparably sharp.

boom

Bei Hai suddenly raised his foot and stepped directly towards Nie Fan.

This foot quickly became bigger, and in the blink of an eye, it was like a small mountain, covering the sky, with a howling cold wind, suppressing Nie Fan.

The people around were shocked, this is an extremely terrifying secret technique, it is rumored to be a heavy treasure from the ancient monks, called Heavy Prison Peak, once it is cast, the ghosts and gods are difficult to break, and they are all crushed into mud, which is difficult to resist!

Bei Hai is really angry, he is such a killer move, he wants to kill Nie Fan, and he is Bei Hai's invincible prestige!

Nie Fan's face was slightly solemn, he felt the horror of this foot, but he was also fearless, the true yuan in his body flowed, and the entire arm of his right hand turned into gold, and the golden light flashed.

Suddenly, Nie Fan's clothes shook violently and rattled, he stood there, straight as a sword, his right hand was dazzling with golden light, waving slowly, and his golden arm was surging and extremely hard.

The people around them stopped breathing, and they could see that Nie Fan was also using a powerful secret technique to confront Bei Hai. Both of them are excessively powerful and unpredictable, and they have even let go of their arrogance before, obviously deciding whether they want to decide life or death.

Nie Fan suddenly swung his fist, his golden fist went upward, and in the blink of an eye, he turned into a golden dragon, roaring and roaring, and directly met the dark mountain above.

boom

The golden dragon slammed into the black and heavy mountain, and the black and heavy mountain trembled, and the trend under the majestic cover paused. The golden dragon roared incessantly, the golden light was shining brightly, and the entire void was reflected in a golden yellow.

rumble

Without waiting for the reaction of the people around him, the huge black feet in the sky suddenly collapsed, and the huge and matchless golden dragon did not stop, and rushed directly to the top, the huge fist turned into a dragon head, and the roar was shocking, swallowing directly towards Beihai.

A flash of surprise flashed in Bei Hai's eyes, his Heavy Prison Peak was actually broken!

But immediately, his expression became more and more indifferent, his momentum was domineering and mighty, his eyes were murderous, and his palms were as black as iron, and he suddenly slapped towards the golden dragon that roared angrily.

The golden dragon immediately collapsed, and the incomparably dazzling golden light scattered in the void, enveloping Nie Fan and Bei Hai, and looking at the two from a distance, they were two golden gods of war, opposing each other, and the momentum was surging.

Nie Fan's expression did not move, he was already standing on a horizontal line with Bei Hai, his eyes were calm, his left and right hands turned golden, and his true yuan was agitated, and his momentum was not weak at all with Bei Hai.

Bei Hai's expression was extremely indifferent, his domineering aura was unprecedentedly strong, and his eyes stared at Nie Fan coldly.

Neither of them spoke, and the silent momentum stirred between each other, invisibly testing each other.

The people around them fell silent, and everyone was shocked in their hearts. In their opinion, it should only be a matter of time before Bei Hai takes Nie Fan, but they didn't expect that in the first fight, Nie Fan gave Bei Hai such a big dismount!

"It's terrible, how can he be so strong?" Someone stared at Nie Fan's side, his eyes flickering and thoughtful. How old Nie Fan is, he can actually meet the invincible master who has been famous for a long time, and he also has the upper hand, which makes him frightened.

"Could it be that the rumors are true, he has been inherited by the Great Ancient Cultivator, and he has unimaginable treasures to support his cultivation?" Someone stared at Nie Fan, obviously moved by greed, and his expression was covetous.

"Hmph, I'm afraid it's just a temporary overdraft, and it won't be a moment before it will collapse without a fight." The mysterious man who had a grudge against Nie Fan sneered, as if he had seen through Nie Fan.

"Beihai is invincible in the world, who can match!" There was a commotion all around, and the dozen or so followers of Beihai immediately shouted loudly, and it exploded like thunder, submerging the entire void.

"Arrogant people pay the price." Bei Hai ignored the surrounding discussions, looked at Nie Fan indifferently, and his tone was as domineering as ever, not fluctuating at all because he lost a move.

"Then give it a try."

Nie Fan raised his fists, blazing with golden light, like two small suns, and took the lead in attacking Bei Hai.

Bei Hai's eyes flashed with murderous intent, and he jumped up suddenly, his palms were as black as iron, and he slapped towards Nie Fan through the air, and the two big black hands fell rapidly, turning into two black swords in a blink of an eye, and the black light of the sword flashed, directly slashing at the top of Nie Fan's head.

Nie Fan was fearless, waved his fists and greeted him.

The golden light was blazing, and the black long sword immediately shattered, and before Nie Fan could react, Bei Hai appeared above his head, slashing directly at the top of Nie Fan's head with his vertical palm.

Bei Hai had already calculated, and the time of the split was just when Nie Fan smashed the black long sword and was about to withdraw his fist. This palm looks ordinary, but it is absolutely terrifying, with a flash of black light, which can not only cut people's bodies, but even hurt the original spirit!

Nie Fan's face changed slightly, and he saw the extraordinaryness of this palm, and the retracted fists suddenly crossed and raised, and he greeted him.

boom

Bei Hai's palm fell, and Nie Fan turned into a golden meteor, which was shot down from a high altitude almost instantly, and shot into the bottom.

Without waiting for Nie Fan to come out, there was a trace of black line on Bei Hai's right palm, and he suddenly slapped towards the ruins where Nie Fan fell.

rumble

The ruins within a radius of dozens of meters turned into powder in an instant, and everything did not escape, and it was wiped out clean! This is a terrible secret art, and those who are hit will inevitably be completely wiped out, and there is no possibility of survival.

The people around looked at the huge powder, and their hearts couldn't ease up all of a sudden. Nie Fan, who was able to fight with Bei Hai just now, was so simply under Bei Hai's palm, and his bones were gone?

"Nie Fan is defeated...... someone muttered to himself in a daze, it was too fast, I thought it would be a dragon fight, at least a big battle, but he didn't expect that the victory or defeat would be in such a short moment, and he didn't have time to react.

"Hey, that's the case, it's just a strong outsider, it's better to die, let's take action." The mysterious man who had a grudge against Nie Fan secretly breathed a sigh of relief and sneered smugly.

"It's no surprise that he lost." Some old men came to their senses, they had reported too much hope to Nie Fan before, in fact, with Bei Hai's strength, it was natural to crush Nie Fan, there would be no accidents, they were thinking too much.

Zheng Hu had already raised his head, but at this moment even his eyes were closed, his expression was indifferent, his hands were clasped around his chest, and he sat motionless on the black tiger.

"I forgot to tell you that the price of conceit is death!" Bei Hai stood above the powder, his feet as if he were stepping on a mountain river, and said coldly. (To be continued.) )