The man was rough and indifferent, awe-inspiring, he had already seen the sea, and he was the one who was besieged when he first went to Shura Island. Unexpectedly, he was surrounded and beaten at the beginning of the conference, and now that the conference is almost over, he is still surrounded and beaten, and the scale of his opponent is getting bigger and bigger. It seems that the two sides have been entangled from beginning to end, and they have not stopped for six days and five nights. Canghai admired it very much, and said, "He is Fan Rui?"

Mao Feng nodded and said, "Exactly." ”

Canghai said: "With one as ten thousand, he still treats everyone as nothing, and he is really brave and invincible, swallowing mountains and rivers." ”

Mao Feng showed a faint smile and said, "This is natural." If there is no atmosphere, how can you serve the world. ”

Canghai sighed: "Among our younger generation, I'm afraid we won't be able to find anyone who can stand out." ”

Ziru disagreed, and said, "Hmph, that's not necessarily. There are thousands of monks in the world, and he is not the only one with good qualifications. ”

Canghai was slightly stunned. Mao Feng smiled: "In terms of qualifications alone, Brother Rui is actually not excellent. He was able to get to this point because of his superhuman tenacity and perseverance, and his qualifications came second. ”

Ziru pouted: "It sounds like you're on his side." ”

Mao Feng stared at the majestic figure in the center of the battlefield, and said proudly: "This person, I am quite convinced. But in life, there are always some reasons that you can't do for yourself. Are you right?"

Ziru's eyes drooped, and she bit her lip lightly, suddenly looking like she was full of worries. Although Canghai was curious, the atmosphere was gloomy, and it seemed inconvenient to ask, and he didn't speak at the moment, watching the battle in the arena intently.

Fan Rui dragged the mountain, walked steadily, and moved forward with his head held high. Even though they were a mile away, the sound of rocks scraping against the ground was still audible. In the midst of the crowd, two figures jumped up at the same time, one left and one right, turning into white rays, striking on both sides, and slamming down on his head.

Fan Rui lifted his weight lightly, his right palm flew over, and he quickly slapped it into the air, banging twice, the white mang shattered, and the two figures had just jumped up and had been shot down, and the end was fast and powerful.

Fighting all the way to the present, people who have been following him for a long time know how powerful he is, and he knows how to move when he sees the opportunity, and most of the people who come up recklessly like this open the door to attack are newly rushed. Fan Rui repelled the two of them, and his footsteps did not even hinder in the slightest, moving forward for dozens of meters, and two more people strode forward and one behind him, striding forward to intercept them.

The two men were eight feet tall and muscular, many of whom were only up to their waists, and they stood out from the crowd just by standing still, giving the illusion that the ground seemed to be shaking. The two giants look alike, and they are brothers from the same mother's womb.

The giant in front of him held a sledgehammer and stopped viciously in the way. The giant behind him swung a large chisel sickle and smashed it towards the mountain. The long rope in Fan Rui's hand was thrown sharply, shaking the air, and with a bang, it hit the chisel sickle. The chisel and sickle suddenly became crooked, swept over the top of the mountain, and cut diagonally towards the crowd next to it.

The blade of the big chisel was more than two meters long, and it was so fierce that once it was hit, it had to be cut into two parts. The people next to him screamed loudly and rolled on the ground in unison, narrowly avoiding it. Some people escaped death and couldn't help but scold.

When the giant in front saw that his brother had missed, he shouted, and the sledgehammer was like Mount Tai pressing on the top, and he smashed his head and face to Fan Rui. Fan Rui was already tall, but compared to the sledgehammer, he was as petite as a chicken. Before the hammer fell, the dust had risen, and the hard ground was dented by the wind pressure alone.

Seeing that Fan Rui was about to be smashed into pulp, he had no intention of dodging, he suddenly raised his foot and kicked high, with a golden roar, and the thunderous fall of the sledgehammer was held against the soles of his feet, and the aftermath shook the surrounding ground cracked.

The giant in front of him didn't expect such a heavy blow to be blocked by him with one foot, showing a surprised expression, and his hand was strengthened, but the sledgehammer still did not move, and it was difficult to fall an inch. Just as he was about to lift the hammer and smash it again, suddenly the hammer body was loosened, Fan Rui's right foot was put down, and his left foot was raised like lightning when his waist was slightly bent.

This script should have been kicked in the chin, because he was huge, but he was kicked in the chest. The sound of broken ribs was faintly heard, and the giant roared in pain, and fell to the sky. At the moment when he was about to fall, Fan Rui's left foot fell, his right foot continued, and an upside-down golden hook kicked the sledgehammer in his hand.

Three-legged in a row, straight in one go.

But when I heard the sound of the bell again, the sledgehammer should fall out of its foot, and it just flew over the Baht Mountain behind him, falling in an arc. As if it had been carefully calculated, the landing point was exactly where the giant stood behind.

The giant behind him was blocked by the Hammer Mountain, and his vision was limited, and when he found that the sledgehammer had hit him, where could he avoid it? There was a heavy muffled sound, and the sledgehammer knocked half of his body crooked, and he lay on the ground, only howling in pain.

Fan Rui tore open the backpack of the giant in front of him, took out a few pieces of stone from it, threw it behind him, and continued walking.

Someone in the crowd shouted: "Fighting alone is not his opponent, let's go together!"

Everyone echoed, and for a while, the brilliance was everywhere.

On the left, the soil and rocks on the ground are pulled up, and the ground is drawn as a prison, wanting to trap Fan Rui, which is the art of resisting the soil;

On the right, the palm of the hand induces qi, the qi condenses into ice, the ice turns into arrows, and ten thousand arrows are fired together, so that it can not be avoided, it is a cold ice palm method;

Ahead, the wind and clouds, flying sand and stones, as if they will crush everything, is the mystery of the storm;

Behind, the dragon shape is flying, swooping angrily, chanting in the four fields, which is the magic of transformation;

Above, the clouds covered the sky, dark and depressed, and strange thunder rang down, pulling people's hearts, it was the secret of the dark soul.

More than a dozen attacks came in unison, blocking all of Fan Rui's retreats, and the power was impressive. Canghai and the others, who were a mile away, just looked at it, and they also felt that this scene was very moving and thrilling.

However, Fan Rui's expression was indifferent, and after taking two steps, he suddenly twisted his waist sharply, pulled his left hand, and in the midst of a bang, the mountain behind him was pulled off the ground by him, like a huge meteor hammer, throwing a circle around his body. The giant shadow passed by, bringing out a sharp whirlwind of strong wind, like a barrier, and the spells in all directions exploded as soon as they hit the strong wind.

At the same time, he punched his right hand to the top of his head, and a huge fist shadow transformed by spiritual power soared into the sky, rushing into the dark clouds and dark thunder in the sky, and the clouds in the sky suddenly exploded with a bang, and scattered in all directions in a blink of an eye, sprinkling the sunset.

The messy and dense energy collided and exploded in the battlefield, shining brightly and filling the air with gunsmoke. The mountain swirled sharply in the air for a while, and finally with a bang, as the ground shook and the mountain shook, it stopped, only to shake the feet of thousands of people at the same time.

When the tremors subsided, and I looked at it fixedly, the dozen or so people who had joined forces just now either fell backwards or retreated, and they all suffered a lot of backlash, and they no longer dared to step forward.

A sneer appeared at the corner of Fan Rui's mouth, his gaze turned to the ground, and said, "There is another one, do you want to steal the baht stone from the ground?" ”

There was a trace of extremely imperceptible commotion on the ground, as if the tracks of the people below were exposed, trying to urge the killing move and strike first. Fan Rui shouted: "Get out!"

As soon as the word "come" came out, suddenly there was a loud buzz in the sky, and the huge fist shadow just now appeared from the refracted light of the setting sun and fell sharply. Halfway down, Huer changed from one to two, two to four, four to eight, eight to sixteen, and sixteen to thirty-two, differentiating into countless small fist shadows, and slammed down.

Dense fist shadows hit the ground, rubble splattered, and a large area collapsed.

The shadow of the fist fell, and in the cracks in the cracked soil, half of the head was exposed, lying motionless on its back, bleeding from its seven orifices, half dead. Apparently the one who was hiding underground and wanted to steal the baht stone with the art of retreat.