"Five Emperor Dragon Fist!"

"Legend has it that this punch was created by the ancient king, it is said that it is practiced to the highest depth, a punch is blasted out, as if there are five human kings to shoot together, even if it is ten thousand mountains can be blown down!"

"It is with this set of boxing techniques that the ancient kings of the ancients suppressed the heavens!"

"Although later, due to inheritance, a lot of essence was lost in the middle, resulting in a decrease in the power of the boxing technique!"

"And only with the help of dragon energy, can it be used... ”

"But that's the case, in the Daqian royal family, it is also the top existence. Those who can be practiced are all the pride of the sky... ”

"I didn't expect that this King of Chengjun would deduce the Five Emperors Dragon Fist to such a point... ”

Looking at the five hairs in the air, the momentum was amazing, as if the ancient king had been resurrected by a real person, the martial arts saint Ling Feng's face couldn't help but stagnate, and his eyes showed a look of jealousy.

However, although he was afraid in his heart, he did not feel afraid.

The power of this set of boxing methods is amazing, but the most critical thing to win or lose is not the boxing method, but the people.

Although they are both martial saints, they are also strong and weak.

If it was Emperor Qianpan or a veteran martial saint here, he would definitely flee from the wind.

But King Chengjun is just a martial saint who has just peeked into the doorway.

The qi and blood have not yet coagulated, and the strength has not reached the peak.

With such strength, there is still a big gap with him.

Moreover, the higher the realm, the more life-saving means there are.

It is not difficult to defeat a martial saint in the same realm, but if you want to kill it, it is almost impossible...

After all, none of the people who can achieve martial arts saints are mediocre people.

Martial Dao Saint Ling Feng has been breaking through the Martial Saint Realm for decades, and his qi and blood have long been polished by him as soft as a jade bead, without a trace of fire and dryness.

has honed more than 100 years of boxing intent, and it is like a great river. It's not a junior martial saint who can compare to it at all,

Therefore, in his heart, he has full confidence in defeating King Chengjun, even if he is practicing the way of the ancient king...

"Damn it!"

"How dare you hold it up like this!"

Martial Dao Saint Ling Feng didn't move for a long time, and stood in the air as if he was stunned.

Looking at Ling Feng, who was full of disdain, King Chengjun's face suddenly turned red. There was an unspeakable humiliation in my heart.

"Damn it!"

"How dare you despise this king so much!"

"This king must make you pay a heavy price!"

Feeling humiliated and completely enraged, King Chengjun was like a mad cow and attacked brazenly.

His body stepped out in half a step, with his feet one in front of the other, bending his knees and squatting, forming a lunge.

The fist, which is as white as white jade, is wrapped in the general trend of humanity, and pierces through the mountains and rivers in the shape of rivers.

Click!

Click!

Click!

The tremendous force made the surrounding space extremely violent, and pieces of rifts that looked like scales and armor and like fragments spread out to the surroundings at a speed visible to the naked eye.

A trace of it is visible to the naked eye, and the cyan wind, which is as thin as a hair, drills out of the gap.

The rocks and gravel on the ground seem to have suddenly experienced hundreds of years of vicissitudes, weathered in an instant, and finally completely turned into nothingness in the shocked eyes of everyone...

A few black-clothed warriors, with a little bad luck, happened to be above the wind. Being as thin as a hair.,Watch the very soft breeze touch the body.。。。

Before they could react, the flesh and blood all over their bodies were like Ling Chi, falling off piece by piece, and finally only a white skeleton remained.

"Not good!"

"Space is broken!"

"This is the wind above the nine heavens... Every strand is as sharp as a steel knife!"

"Everybody get out of the way. ”

"As long as you get a trace of it, you will be like the person just now, the muscles of your whole body will fall off and die!"

Standing behind Suihou Tianhuang, the old man with his eyes closed, saw the scene in front of him, his face suddenly changed greatly, and he roared as if he was afraid.

The others have seen the power of Gangfeng, and they dare not retreat there...

Martial Dao Saint Ling Feng looked at the wisps of Gangfeng that were like blades, and he was not afraid, but stepped forward without fear.

It's strange to say.

The wind, which could be smoothed even by rocks, touched the skin of the martial arts saint, and it was as if it had encountered a current of rocks, not only could not get close to it, but instead exhausted its energy, and finally turned into a breeze and scattered in all directions.

"Three points to the vitality!"

Martial Dao Saint Ling Feng's fist burst out violently.

However, unlike King Chengjun's great momentum, his fist intent is very scattered.

The wind is elegant!

The vastness of the clouds!

Frost of the cold!

The three strands were completely different, originally very ordinary fist intent, entangled and fused with each other, and finally produced a certain sublimation, turning into a new and alternative existence.

It is because of such a new existence that everyone has broken all their cognition.

Overbearing!

If it is said that the Five Emperors Dragon Fist of King Chengjun is a kind of heroic king's spirit.

Then the three-point return of the martial arts saint Ling Feng represents the supreme domineering.

I don't know if it's an illusion!

Everyone seemed to see a man wearing a purple robe, with a short beard on his chin, a towering head, and an unusually domineering complexion, as if he was a god.

Rumble!

Two distinct fists collided together.

Whether it was the Martial Dao Sage Ling Feng or the Chengjun King's body, they couldn't help but stiffen, and under the impetus of the huge force, the bodies of the two of them were as thick as mountains, and they involuntarily took a few steps back.

Click!

Click!

Click!

The ground, which was originally very hard, could not withstand the force of the soles of their feet, and began to collapse at a speed visible to the naked eye, eventually forming two deep pits with a diameter of dozens of zhang and a bottomless black.

The power of the Martial Saint is so powerful!

No one thought of it...

Martial Dao Sage Ling Feng's fist intent was actually on par with the Five Emperor Dragon Fist of King Chengjun.

。。。

"It's!"

Liu Ji, who was dressed in a military uniform and his face was hidden under the helmet, felt the palpitating momentum in the air, and subconsciously raised his head.

The "Chixiao Sword Sutra" in his body seemed to have received some kind of stimulation, and it actually ran on its own, and a trace of purple qi symbolizing nobility emerged from the gaps in the hair on the top of his head, and finally condensed into a red dragon with all scales and armor, the thickness of an adult's thigh, and snaked for dozens of meters.

"This is the power of the royal road!"

"This is the power of domineering!"

"I didn't expect that in the border land of Beijun, there is the inheritance of Wang Ba Erdao!"

After Liu Ji covered up the traces of the red dragon above his head, he walked out of the big tent, raised his eyes into the distance, and said with a shocked face.

Because of Liu Ji's practice of the "Chixiao Sword Sutra", he is particularly sensitive to the spirit of the king.

Zhang Yujie is the reincarnation of Ziwei Star, and his whole body is expensive, so he will naturally not be indifferent...

Zhang Yujie, accompanied by Shi Chongjian, stood at the height of the barracks, his head was full of purple gas, a purple, and the star with the dignity of the emperor kept rising and falling in the purple gas!