Everyone thought that this battle of Wuzun would be earth-shattering and vigorous, and even the battle of 300 rounds would destroy the west gate of Sujia Ancient Town, and even the entire Sujia Ancient Town!

At the same time, everyone thought that Liu Yifan would definitely lose.

Even a 0.001% chance of winning, no!

However, to everyone's surprise, the battle had just begun, and before they had fully warmed up, the Liuyun Knife was slapped to death by Liu Yifan!

This slap, while slapping Liuyun Dao to death, also shattered everyone's contempt for Liu Yifan.

No one expected that the Liuyun Knife, which ranked first on the Nanwu List and was known as the No. 1 sword technique in G Province, couldn't even parry Liu Yifan's palm!

Hiss!

Liu Yifan's palm, how terrifying it is!

They don't even dare to imagine!

On the west city gate, a second ago, Qian Bowen was still full of contempt, threatening that Liu Yifan would definitely die, but now, he froze, his face was as gray as, as ugly as smeared.

He looked at the corpse of the Flowing Cloud Knife on the ground that had been slapped with intestines and internal organs on the ground, his lips trembled, but he couldn't say a word.

In fact, not only was he speechless, but the entire West Gate of Sujia Ancient Town, the more than 100 grandmasters and martial artists who were watching under the city wall were also silent at this time, and the needle drop could be heard.

And Liu Yifan still looked indifferent, in his eyes, all this was normal.

Isn't it just to shoot a Xuanjing Xiaocheng's martial vener?

In Liu Yifan's eyes, it is no different from slapping an ant to death.

What's there to be surprised about?

He looked at Qian Bowen with indifferent eyes:

"What did you just say?"

"Will you kill me? Am I going to die? ”

Qian Bowen's face was like ashes, and he couldn't say a word.

Liu Yifan continued:

"In this case, I'll just stand here and let you make three moves."

"Within three moves, if you can't kill me, then you can kill yourself."

"This is your only chance."

As soon as Liu Yifan's words came out, there was an immediate uproar under the West City Gate.

Wow!

"This Liu Yifan is really arrogant!"

"You must know that Qian Bowen is a powerful existence beyond the Nanwu List!"

"Liu Yifan actually said that he wanted to stand still and let Qian Bowen make three moves?"

"Although he is very strong, he can slap the Flowing Cloud Knife with one palm!"

"But standing still and letting Qian Bowen make three moves, what's the difference between that and killing yourself?"

"You know, if Qian Bowen goes down with all his strength, he can directly destroy the entire West City Gate!"

"The power of the late stage of Xuanjing Xiaocheng is not a joke!"

Some people even began to shake their heads and sigh, "Hey, this Liu Yifan, after all, is still too arrogant!" ”

"He will surely pay dearly for his hubris!"

"Even lost his life!"

Even Qian Bowen, when he heard Liu Yifan's words, couldn't help but be stunned, his face full of disbelief.

"Are you serious?"

Liu Yifan said lightly: "I, Liu Yifan, say the same, and I will never go back on my word." ”

Qian Bowen's pale face finally showed a smile.

He thought that he would definitely be defeated, after all, Liu Yifan could slap the Liuyun Knife to death with one palm, and this energy was so great that it was even beyond the scope of his Qian Bowen's imagination!

Now, however, he sees hope!

"Liu Yifan, don't regret it!"

As he spoke, Qian Bowen suddenly lifted the true element in his body, and then burst out:

"Die!"

I saw that an incomparably violent True Yuan Palm, like a tornado, with a powerful aura of devastating decay, suddenly slapped down on Liu Yifan's body!

Bang!

A loud explosion!

The entire West City Gate collapsed in an instant!

Roll up the billowing dust.

Those Grandmaster Martial Artists who were standing in the higher position were immediately affected by this palm, and were swept away by the True Yuan, bursting out, falling to the ground, and spitting out a mouthful of blood!

"What a strong True Yuan!"

Countless people were stunned, as if they had seen death.

"Liu Yifan is dead!"

"He's just a teenager, he can cultivate his strength to the level of Martial Venerable, I'm afraid it's already the extreme, where is there time to cultivate defensive physical arts!"

"With this palm, he must not even have any bones left!"

"Hey, he's still too young after all, and he still has to pay the price for his arrogance after all..."Someone began to shake their heads again.

However, at this time, the dust gradually fell.

But they were astonished.

I saw Liu Yifan standing in the ruins, standing with his hands in his hands, his face expressionless, and he said in an indifferent tone:

"This is the first move, and you have two more moves."

As soon as these words came out, the scene was dead dead again.

Qian Bowen even almost stared out his eyeballs and shouted: "Impossible! ”

"How can you resist my strong True Yuan Palm of cultivating a Jiazi!"

"Impossible!"

"Ahh Liu Yifan, if I don't believe it, I won't be able to kill you! ”

As he spoke, Qian Bowen suddenly slapped again!

This time, he even brought up his own essence and blood and condensed it in the palm of his hand!

And then hit seven palms in a row!

Boom Boom!

A palm is stronger than a palm!

Each palm is several times stronger than the True Yuan Palm that destroyed the West City Gate just now! Or even dozens of times!

Qian Bowen: This is going to fight!

Boom Boom!

Dust is rolling!

The entire West City Gate instantly turned into a huge pit! Up to 10 meters deep!

Within a radius of 50 meters, countless houses, roads, and trees were all destroyed!

There were even onlookers who were grandmaster warriors, who were involved in it, and they were instantly shattered!

"The power of Wuzun!"

"This is the true power of Martial Venerable!"

"I finally know why it is said that the Xuanjing Martial Venerable is not to be humiliated!"

"It's devastating! Strength beyond mortals! ”

"Xuanjing Martial Venerable, it really deserves to be called a demigod!"

The martial arts masters who were watching were all stunned, shocked and excited when they saw this scene.

In my lifetime, I can see Xuanjing Wuzun use such power and die without regrets!

Liu Yifan, Liu Yifan, if you don't die this time, Lao Tzu will cut off your head and make a stool for you to sit on!

Qian Bowen, who was in the middle of the battlefield, fell to the ground after beating the seven palms that destroyed the world and destroyed the withering and decaying, and immediately spit out a mouthful of blood!

He used his essence blood and consumed the Yuan Shen, and after this battle, if he wants to recover, I'm afraid it will take at least three years and five years.

It's all worth it, though!

can kill Liu Yifan, even if he riskes his life, it is worth it!

Looking at the rolling dust in front of him and looking at the destroyed ruins, Qian Bowen endured the severe pain, the corners of his mouth curled, and he smiled proudly:

"Liu Yifan, who gave you the confidence to dare me to make three moves?"

"It's a!"

"Lao Tzu has never seen such a mentally retarded opponent!"

"Hehe, now there are no bones, right?"

Qian Bowen was triumphant, and the final victory belonged to him.

However, before his words had completely fallen, an indifferent voice came from the depths of the rolling dust:

"Three moves have passed, Qian Bowen, you kill yourself."

"Don't let me do it, or I'll destroy your whole family."

When Qian Bowen heard this, he immediately stiffened, like falling into an ice cave.

……

(End of chapter)