"If the chief disciple of the dignified Qingshan Sect only has this cultivation, it is really ......."

Before Zhong Feiyu's words were finished, his pupils shrank suddenly, because he clearly saw another purple fist shadow in front of him again, faster and more fierce than the one just now, and there was another one after this fist shadow, a total of three fist shadows slapped towards him like a triple wave.

What Fang Zhen used was the Mountain Breaking Fist, and its lethality was naturally not as lethal as the Hell Fire Seal and the Howling Dragon Seal, but it was the set of exercises that Fang Zhen was most familiar with, which could just entangle Zhong Feiyu and make him unable to use the Eight Extremes Fist.

When the third fist was struck, it was mixed with a trace of flames, and if you listened closely, you could hear the crackling sound inside.

Wherever the fist shadow went, all the bluestone slabs on the ground were lifted away, leaving a deep gully that spread straight towards Zhong Feiyu.

The flames in the ravine rose into the sky, as if a volcano erupted, and the disciples of the Juding Sect who were slightly lower in cultivation were all steamed, and their faces turned red, and they involuntarily took several steps back.

Zhong Feiyu had no way to avoid it, and he didn't have time to lay down the True Yuan barrier, so he could only watch the fist shadow get closer and closer.

Rumble!

With a loud bang, the entire space was shaken, and the place where Zhong Feiyu was standing just now instantly became dusty.

There was a dead silence on the field, and everyone's eyes were fixed on the scattered dust, and time seemed to freeze at this moment.

I don't know how long it took for everyone to come back to their senses, and their faces were more and more wonderful one by one.

They never imagined that the two of them would be so tragic just after fighting, and they couldn't even imagine that Zhong Feiyu couldn't even withstand Fang Zhen's punch.

When Fang Zhen defeated Zhao Ya, everyone could still say that he relied on the power of Yin Hong's dragon sword, but at this time, he couldn't find any excuses.

The disciples of the Juding Sect looked at each other, their faces were like ashes, and finally they all set their eyes on the Amazing Fairy.

Among the eight young powerhouses, the cultivation of the Amazing Fairy is not the highest, but the Vermilion Bird Gate is the most famous among the four halls, and now Zhao Ya and Zhong Feiyu have been defeated one after another, and everyone can only take the Amazing Fairy as the head of the horse.

It stands to reason that she is also a strong person in the psychic realm, and the fairy will not miss such a battle, but it is also strange to say that since Fang Zhen and Zhong Feiyu got into hand, she has left far away, and she is sitting on a boulder in the distance meditating at this time, and she doesn't seem to care about the outcome of this battle at all.

Without the person in charge, the cadres of the Juding Sect suddenly turned into headless flies, and even a few people already had the idea of sneaking down the mountain.

In fact, even Fang Zhen himself didn't expect that the power of the Mountain Breaking Fist would be strengthened a lot, especially when the third fist shadow was struck, its destructive power was not weaker than the Howling Dragon Seal.

However, after a little groaning, he was relieved, the mountain-breaking fist was originally the most rigid and fierce exercise, the stronger the body, the greater its destructive power would naturally be, and all the true yuan he had cultivated in the past few days had been introduced into the bloodline by the emperor's qigong, which just strengthened the physical body, and naturally brought the power of the mountain-breaking fist to the extreme.

Just thinking about it, he heard Ye Feng say loudly: "Of the eight masters of your Juding Sect, two of them have been defeated now, so let's just go up together." ”

Hearing this, Fang Zhen was trembling, each of these guys in the Juding Sect was weird, it was extremely difficult to deal with one, how could it be possible to fight one against six?

However, after thinking about it, Fang Zhen understood that Ye Feng was using the method of agitation, and the two sides had an agreement that as long as the Qingshan Sect could win, they would go down the mountain on their own, even if they were brazen people, it was impossible not to admit it.

"I didn't expect even Ye Feng to be scheming!"

Fang Zhen nodded secretly, and then cast an appreciative look at Ye Feng.

With a casual glance of his gaze, Fang Zhen suddenly noticed that there was a black-robed person beside Ye Feng.

Although he was covered under the black robe, with a hat on his head, and deliberately concealed his breath, Fang Zhen still recognized it at a glance, this person was none other than Ye Feng's uncle, Nan Xiaozhen.

Presumably, Ye Feng's words just now were also instructed by him.

He was dressed like this, naturally he didn't want to be recognized, and he didn't want to participate in the battle between the two major sects, so Fang Zhen didn't come forward to give a salute.

As if sensing that Fang Zhen was looking at him, Nan Xiao Zhenren raised his head, opened his mouth slightly, and his voice came from afar, with only two words: Be careful!

Be careful of what?

Just as he was thinking about it, Fang Scar suddenly felt his breath stagnate, as if he was being strangled by an invisible hand.

This is the suppression of the realm, and only when facing a strong person whose cultivation is much higher than his own, he will have this feeling, but at the moment, except for Nan Xiao Zhenren, who else in the field has such cultivation?

Just when Fang Zhen's divine sense swept quickly and his mind was surprised, a few strange laughter suddenly came from behind him, this laughter was particularly abrupt, and there was silence all around, so it seemed even more terrifying.

Fang Zhen also felt his scalp tingle, because he could clearly hear this laughter coming from Zhong Feiyu's direction!

Although he knew that that punch was not enough to kill Zhong Feiyu, but at least he had to be seriously injured, he never expected that he would still be in the mood to laugh!

The eyes of the others were also attracted by the laughter, and they saw a figure looming in the dust.

"It's Senior Brother Zhong, he hasn't been defeated yet!"

"I knew that Senior Brother Zhong's strength was so strong, how could he be defeated so easily? just now he was just deliberately letting that kid from the Qingshan Sect. ”

......

There is no shortage of grass in this world, this kind of person is especially much more in the Juding Sect, and the loudest ones are the same people who are about to slip down the mountain just now.

"Sure enough, as I thought, the chief disciple of the Qingshan Sect is nothing more than this, which is really disappointing. ”

As he spoke, Zhong Feiyu walked out of the rubble, only to see that his face was as usual, with a smile on his face, as if the punch just now did not cause him the slightest damage.

"Impossible, even I can't carry the Mountain Breaking Fist mixed with the power of flames just now, even if Zhong Feiyu's cultivation is above me, it is absolutely impossible to be unscathed, is he really like Uncle Lei Li said, he is a Dao Tai Realm powerhouse?"

Thinking in his heart, Fang Zhen let go of his divine sense again, but he couldn't get close to Zhong Feiyu at all, and naturally he couldn't see his true cultivation clearly.

Licking his lips, Fang Zhen's competitiveness was also aroused, but before he could make a move, Zhong Feiyu had already taken the lead in attacking, only to see his right hand split, and a giant phantom appeared in the void.

The giant held a dark big knife in his hand and slashed towards Fang Scar, and his posture was exactly the same as Zhong Feiyu's.

"Extracorporeal Transformation - Ghost Dance Demon Knife!"

With a burst of applause, Zhong Feiyu's momentum increased greatly, and he slashed out like a black cloud pressing down on the city, not to mention the small body of Fang Zhen, I am afraid that even a big mountain will have to be split in half.