Ye Tingrong didn't move, and carefully felt Luo Chen's drunken dream boxing technique.

Let Luo Chen's fist hit his own flesh.

Luo Chen felt his fist, as if it was hitting a piece of dark iron, and there was a feeling of pain in his arm.

The first style of the full-power drunken dream fist was unexpectedly shaken by the slightest appearance of the night. What's more, he didn't even dodge it, he didn't even defend against it, he only relied on his physical defense to catch his fists.

"The second type, the dream soul has no regrets. ”

Luo Chen used the second form, and the power on his fist doubled again.

Drunken Dream Seven Styles, one style is stronger than the other, after

The strength of the first formula is twice that of the previous one.

However, Ye Tingrong still stood in place, not moving an inch.

"Is that all there is to it? Or are you underestimating me?"

Ye Tingrong's sharp gaze looked at Luo Chen. In the eyes of others, Ye Tingrong is a body of one meter eight, but at this moment, Luo Chen seems to be facing a giant three feet high.

"Is this the oppressive feeling of Dzogchen that can be so strong? ”

Luo Chen thought in his heart, and used the third type of "Big Dream Life", the power of this type is already eight times that of the third type.

Ye Tingrong finally moved, and his right hand was in front of him, draining Luo Chen's fist.

It's still an understatement, making the defeated Zhongli sluggish. When he fought against Luo Chen, he deeply realized how powerful Luo Chen's Drunken Dream Fist was. And Ye Tingrong just blocked it with his hand, and then took it, and his body was like a mountain.

Physical strength, for Ye Tingrong, is not the most proud. Is that the gap so big?Zhong Li clenched his fists.

"You still go back, follow the strong people in the clan to cultivate well, and your eyes are above the top, which is always your flaw. If you can't make up for this, the gap between you and Ye Tingrong will get bigger and bigger. Wu Yanli's cold voice sounded in his ears.

"What qualifications do you have, come and teach me a lesson. Zhong Li's extremely strong self-esteem made him glare at Wu Yanli angrily.

"I'm looking at Zhong Lao's feelings, and I would like to advise you, whether it is a good medicine or not, you can decide for yourself. ”

Since he was a child, he has cultivated the spiritual Dao, dreaming of becoming a figure like his grandfather who looks down on the world, and even surpassing him, going out of the northern realm, and rebuilding the glory of the demon clan.

He thought that his talent was not weaker than anyone else, but when he saw Ye Tingrong and Wu Yanli for the first time, he had to admit that his little bit of Taoism was the mud that had been trampled on.

"Fourth style, drunken dream sorghum!"

Wisps of blue true qi appeared on his arm, converging at the top. The strength skyrocketed again, reaching the power of the Three Tigers.

The strength of three thousand catties finally made Ye Tingrong move half an inch, only to see his body slightly to one side, and the five fingers on his hand were like filaments, wrapped around Luo Chen's arm.

Knock knock!

The sound of three true qi collisions swept away, and Luo Chen only felt that his arm was weak and weak, as if his strength had been drained.

"It seems that Luo Chen has no ability to fight anymore. Lu Wenlong felt sorry for a while.

Together with Gu Xian, he surprisingly did not refute, "This Ye Tingrong is not something that Luo Chen can deal with now." ”

"In the next game, let me play, and I will listen to Rong for a while. Lu Wenlong couldn't wait and wanted to learn something.

Suddenly, they were amazed at the same time. Not only the two of them, but everyone stared at Luo Chen with strange expressions.

I originally thought that the night was over, but I was also stunned. Looking at Luo Chen's power to explode again, a strange feeling surged in his heart.

Luo Chen's whole body was filled with golden light, like a golden immortal on the ground, and the supreme qi was frantically absorbing the aura of heaven and earth, replenishing the vacancy in the sea of Luo Chen's qi.

The fifth and sixth forms were no longer able to shake the night hearing, and the seventh form was directly cast.

Luo Chen's hands made a move, and the carp condensed by the seven Heavenly Dao rules swam in his palm.

"The seventh type, drunk life and dream death. ”

The momentum of Luo Chen's original riot has all converged and returned to a calm state. And Luo Chen, who was in this state, was moved by the calm night listening to it.

His intuition told him that Luo Chen's punch was completely worthy of his seriousness.

"Town!"

Ye Tingrong spat out a word, a sword shadow, enveloping himself.

The fist to, swaying hundreds of wind-breaking flying shadows, and there is rhyme in the chaos. The shadow of the sword did not move, but it smashed the rules of boxing all over the sky.

"Is that all? not enough to see!"

Luo Chen didn't say a word, closed his eyes, turned his palms back to the front, and made a light fluttering palm wind, softly hitting the sword shadow.

He withdrew his palm, folded his fingers again, and threw a punch.

"Broken!"

The shadow of the sword shattered like a ceramic, turned into a drizzle of white light, and flew upside down towards Ye Tingrong. After Luo Chen's punch was swung, a ripple rippled out.

The next moment, in Ye Tingrong's eyes, the hole shot out a dazzling arc, and the two arms, holding down Luo Chen's arm, stretched and burst out two bright blue lights.

It is by no means a spiritual skill, but a simple quick word, calmly retreating.

However, the fist wind was still like a bamboo, and it hit again. Seeing that he was about to hit, Ye Tingrong emitted a sword sound from his body, and it came out from the heavenly spirit cover.

King Kong is refined, all kinds of transformations are indestructible, only the sword is indestructible.

The sword qi roared in the sky, emitting a colorful aura, but it was different from Chi Ling'er's seven absolute sword intents, opening and closing, wanting to cut the sky and destroy the earth. It is a kind of contempt for the world, and my spirit for heaven and earth blooms in Luo Chen's eyes.

Xu Sansi's body moved, but he stopped in mid-air, his eyes fixed on the center of the battle.

The Blood Lotus Phantom appeared behind Luo Chen, and when the danger came, it steadily suppressed the colorful sword qi. At this moment, Luo Chen, angry bullfighting, momentum like a rainbow.

The blood was like a flood, and an ancient aura came to his face, and Ye Tingrong no longer retained his strength, and pulled out his sword without hesitation.

"Kenichi. ”

Ye Tingrong instantly stabbed out three sword flowers, and after drawing the sword, Ye Tingrong, as if he was fused with the sword, was completely different from the previous him. The sword intent was monstrous, splitting the blood lotus phantom and slashing towards Luo Chen.

Two fingers caught his sword, and it was difficult to take another half step.

Xu Sansi stomped his foot lightly, and when he heard Rong's sword momentum, he instantly collapsed. He looked relaxed, didn't say much, and smiled: "The victory and defeat have been decided, so there is no need to hurt your life anymore." ”

Xu Sansi's robe sleeves flew, and he pressed Luo Chen's shoulder with one hand, and lifted him out of the ring at once. A finger on the center of his eyebrows woke Luo Chen up from his trance.

Listening to the night and winning. But he didn't have any joy, just carefully recalled his killing intent just now, and was silent. Although he was already a leader in the Great Perfection of the Reiki Realm, he still couldn't control his emotions.

Holding the long sword in his hand, he looked at Luo Chen under the stage, and had countless questions, wanting to ask the truth, and said, "Your spiritual root is also a foreign spirit root?"

Luo Chen didn't answer, just smiled slightly and said, "I lost." ”

"In the early stage of the Aura Realm, if you can force me to use my sword, this one is not a victory for me. Ye Tingrong said coldly, turned around and walked out of the ring.

Lu Wenlong shouted, flew and arrowed, surprisingly fast, blocking in front of Ye Tingrong, "The competition is not over yet, have a good fight with me!"

"Look for death!"

The two shot out, shot several afterimages at each other, and finally slapped each other, widening the distance. At Lu Wenlong's feet, at night, a ravine appeared on his heels, as if he had been ploughed on the ground.

Ye Tingrong took a step back with his front and back feet, and the ground he stepped on collapsed into two deep pits.

Lu Wenlong's forehead was bruised and bulging, obviously moving the real fire, and he wanted to distinguish the winner from the loser, "Come again!"

In the sky, a sound of breaking the sky resounded in this area. In the void, two figures suddenly appeared, one of which was between the nine-tailed fox and Mo Tianlin, and his fingertips slashed between the aura of the two Dianxia Realm powerhouses, drawing a crack.

It was a man in a bearded robe, with a majestic aura and two eyes, as sharp as an eagle's falcon. He looked at the crowd below and said in a deep voice, "No need to compare. ”

The nine-tailed fox and the Chongming Demon King immediately knelt on the ground respectfully, clenched their fists, put them on their chests, and said, "Meet the King of Boundlessness!"

The elders and powerhouses of the human race all stood up one after another, protecting the younger disciples behind them, staring at the boundless sky.