The big names in front of the observation deck are all well-informed, but they are still far from the strength of Qiu Feng City. His body is so strong that it is unimaginably strong and simply incomprehensible. So they were surprised.

Of course, Qiu Feng City's defense is not perfect, and it is believed that it cannot withstand the Imperial Four Sacred Weapons or other unknown but very sharp weapons, but this basic ability is really a bit incredible. Seeing Qiu Feng City rushing straight to the saints like an afterimage, those adults understood why Qiu Feng City had not moved at the beginning?

No matter how strong the defensive ability is, it is impossible to withstand the endless bombardment of the Heavenly Fist, and even if Qiu Feng City can withstand it, it will definitely be injured, and may even be seriously injured, in that way, even if Qiu Feng City can defeat the saints, it will not continue to win in the next battle that will inevitably be more difficult.

Therefore, Qiu Fengcheng waited for the saints to make the Heavenly Fist powerful, waiting for that path of light to cover the entire range of the marble ring, shrinking to the circumference of his body. After becoming a powerful Divine Fist, the danger will inevitably be greater, but he only needs to break through one layer to break through everything.

Qiu Fengcheng is the favorite to win the championship of the Imperial Capital Heroes Conference, and many big names have paid a lot of attention to him. Everyone only knows that he is the head of the begonias after the autumn, in fact, very few people have seen him really shoot, and no one knows how strong his strength is. Maybe even his aunt didn't know.

The Saints' Fist of God is indeed terrifying, and the timing of its use is perfect.

In the blink of an eye, the Divine Fist was broken, and Qiu Fengcheng was like an afterimage, instantly sweeping in front of the saint.

The saint was surprised, but these surprises were in his consideration. The most powerful thing about the saint is that he is good at calculation, and when he suddenly encounters this kind of mutation, he does not panic and punches it out.

He didn't use his exclusive weapon, because Qiu Feng City was too fast, and this speed was not comparable to Bai Feng. This punch was a follow-up to his previous Divine Fist, and it was the most natural and the fastest.

The saint's punch did not hit Qiu Feng City, but hit the ground, and the fist intent was extremely empty. Only a soft sound could be heard, and the marble under his feet turned into sand and fluttered, and the fist intent was faint in it.

With the help of the fist intent, the saint swept back quickly, and the dilapidated Dao Po actually dragged out several phantoms. The saints retreated quickly, no slower than Qiufeng City's advance. While sweeping back, his right hand was raised.

He had truly studied Qiufeng City and calculated all the unknown events. The saint naturally knew that no matter how terrifying Qiu Feng City's defense was, it would be impossible to resist his life-seeking cross.

The movement of raising the hand is very casual and simple, and the saint has practiced it countless times, and the time required is so short that it can even be considered that that time does not exist.

However, the saints overlooked the fact that no amount of retreat could come faster than forward. Qiu Fengcheng was too fast, so fast that he had just started. Qiu Fengcheng came in front of him.

In the blink of an eye, Qiu Fengcheng's fist was only half a foot away from the saint's chest. The saint knew that it was too late, and Yuan Li came out violently, turning into a soft howl, exhaling from his lips. At the same time, his right foot gently stepped on the ground. His steps were light, as if he were about to step on a cloud, very gentle, very graceful, very magical. It was as if he had turned into a flowing cloud and floated upwards.

Qiu Fengcheng was too fast, so he couldn't stop, and his fist was very strong, so he couldn't bend. Something that goes straight, wants to change the line of defense in vain, the faster the speed, the greater the strength required, and Qiu Fengcheng's fist misses. The saints have risen from the clouds.

There was a high and low between the two, and the saint raised his sleeve again. This victory or defeat may still be written according to the original script.

But something unexpected happened, Qiu Fengcheng's fist landed in the air, making a buzzing sound, as if an ancient bell had been struck. The powerless air seemed to be broken by the punch.

Qiu Fengcheng's fist did not stop there, but continued to move forward. It was as if a passage had appeared in the air that had been shattered, and that passage could not be seen with the naked eye, giving the impression that it was indeed real. The bigwigs on the observation deck also felt the presence of that passage. That passage was pierced by Qiu Fengcheng's fist, forming an arc of light.

The arc pointed directly at the saints floating in the sky. Just when Qiu Fengcheng's fist was about to burst through the sky and hit the saint's chest and abdomen. The saint shook his head helplessly, he shook his head not to indicate that he had fallen into a desperate situation, but that Qiu Fengcheng was still forcing him into a desperate situation. I had to show my own low-pressure box in advance.

With a muffled bang, the saint's body flew into the sky again. Naturally, this punch was not the sound of falling on his chest and abdomen.

Then a "whoosh" sound sounded in the air, and a black dot flashed. Qiu Fengcheng stood in place and was ready to throw a second punch at any time. Suddenly, a black line swallowed the sunlight and broke through the sky, and the speed was too fast. In a hurry, a Yuan Force shield was raised.

People stood in front of the ring and watched. Waiting for the outcome of this matchup. At this moment, a thunderous roar suddenly sounded, as if it exploded in their ears, and the people were shocked. A moment later, there was a slight tremor on the ground. People looked down at the cracked ground beneath their feet, opened their mouths, no one spoke, the shock could not be expressed in words, and their hearts were shaken.

Most of the people saw what was going on, but for some reason, everyone subconsciously thought that something terrible was happening. The Cross of Death flew out with the hopes and thoughts of the saints, and the ground shook slightly.

The smoke and dust gradually converged, Qiu Fengcheng stood on the ground, his body was in a mess, the corners of his mouth were bleeding, and his right hand was no longer able to be raised. Looking at the blue sky, Qiu Fengcheng was very painful, his eyes were full of unwillingness and anger, and the most was confused. He didn't understand why he had lost the fight. He's a proud person, and he won't think like a villain saying that I'm not dead yet, it's not a loss, and I've come again.

The saint flew up like a cloud, and fell like a mist, if you ignore the tattered robe with a few drops of oil stains on his body. Chic is the best way to describe him.

The saint slowly landed on the pitted marble floor, his expression was calm, but a trace of helplessness flashed in his eyes. Slowly walked to Qiu Fengcheng, who stayed in place, and said slowly: "I already said before the battle, I have studied you, so about this victory and defeat........."

Qiu Fengcheng raised his left hand to interrupt the saint's words and said with a smile: "Comfort me, no, you are stronger than me, I feel this, I don't know what your purpose is this time, I hope you can achieve it, but it will definitely be you who will fail when we meet again next time." After saying that, he took a step forward and handed the red and blackened cross in his hand to the saint.

The saint took the cross with both hands, held it tightly, looked at Qiu Fengcheng in the morning light, and nodded heavily.