"I, Zhuo Fan, will meet you. ”

After the Sky God defeated Wu Feihan, a strongman stepped forward.

"It's Zhuo Fan, the twenty-ninth true martial artist on the True Dragon List, I didn't expect him to come too. ”

"It's another fake dragon. ”

Through the void, Ding Yan seemed to feel the qi sensation formed in the other party's body impacting the sky, forming a hideous fake dragon.

"Let's hope he doesn't have a draw. "Although I know that the Sky God is very strong, but the Royal Beast Prince Ling Fox Injury doesn't think that Zhuo Fan will lose, so he is afraid that Ling Fox Injury and the Ling Sky God will tie, after all, until the tea party is ordered, the possibility of a draw is too great.

On the empty table within a radius of three miles, the Sky God and Zhuo Fan stood a hundred meters apart.

The two shot almost at the same time.

The body of the volley god flickered, and in an instant, a flicker appeared on Zhuo Fan's side, and he slammed it down with a punch.

Boxing the river!

Boom!

The fist carrying the terrifying power was held against a palm, the owner of the palm was naturally Zhuo Fan, his body was not burly, and his momentum was not ostentatious, but his body was filled with a calm aura like a mountain, under the backdrop of the thick aura, his every move was extremely firm, and the palm that blocked the volley god also looked extremely calm, and the wind was light.

The fist and palm power crushed each other, and the shock wave that erupted was like a transparent ball, shaking the two of them out.

"Punch through the mountains and rivers!"

The volley god was so eager for victory that even in the process of flying upside down, he didn't forget to attack, and his right fist shrank at his waist and slammed out.

With a punch, the domineering momentum was like a broken mountain and river, the air was like a mirror, collapsing violently, and the unrivaled fist power penetrated the air, pulling out a black mark in the void, and the end point of the black mark spread to Zhuo Fan's chest.

"True Martial Interception"

In the face of this majestic punch, Zhuo Fan's right hand was erected, turned his palm into a knife, and slashed down, cutting off the way of the black mark and defusing the attack of the volley god.

For!

Syllable!

As soon as the two landed, they pounced on each other again, and the terrifying speed pulled countless afterimages on the Yunxiao River and Mountain Platform, and the afterimages had not yet dissipated, and the aftermath of the battle between the two had already spread.

Thundered!

"Fist determines the country", "Punch breaks the mountains and seas", "Fist moves the world!"

"True Martial God Palm", "True Martial Interception", "True Martial Arts!"

The two of them each practiced their own unique skills, and the fight was inseparable, and within a radius of three miles from the center of the entire Yunxiao River, Shantai, were their fist shadows and palm prints, and the two of them were quite restrained, and did not let the shock wave spread into the pavilion.

"Punch through the sky!"

Finally, the Sky God unleashed the killing move of the Firmament Divine Fist, completely replacing it with the blood qi, and the momentum soared to the sky, like an emperor who came out of nothingness, looking down on Zhuo Fan.

To this day, the volley god once again exerted his fist to break through the sky, without the interference of the luck of the Great Shang Dynasty, the power is amazing, the clouds and mountains are in the air, the air is dispersed to form a vacuum, a will of the emperor is pervasive, those who follow the prosperity and those who rebel die, anyone who touches this will will suffer a crazy blow.

"Awesome, but it doesn't work for me!"

A solemn look flashed in Zhuo Fan's eyes, the soles of his feet kicked the ground, he stepped into the air, and the five fingers of his hands touched, forming imprints, as his true yuan ran to the limit, the dark cyan light around his body was flourishing, and the images of dragons, phoenixes, tigers, turtles, etc., were constantly condensed, like heavenly beings.

"True Martial Four Spirit Seals. ”

"It's the killing move of the Zhenwu Sanren, the four spirit seals of the Zhenwu, I didn't expect the Sky God to actually put Zhuo Fan to this extent. ”

Everyone watching the battle looked solemn one by one, and their eyes were firmly fixed on the two people who were fighting in the field.

The Sky God naturally didn't think that he could easily defeat Zhuo Fan, no matter what the other party said, he was also the twenty-ninth master of the True Dragon List, one rank higher than the black magic swordsman who fought with Ding Yan, although he didn't know which of the two was stronger, but even if it was bad, it was not much worse.

The seven-colored blue cloud robe danced without wind, and the volley god stepped out in one step, and suddenly hit the ground with a punch.

However, this punch did not hit the ground, but when it was three inches from the ground, it was contained, and then a vast sea of qi was transmitted against the ground, and the qi was scattered and disorderly at the beginning, covering a range of hundreds of meters, and halfway through, it suddenly shrank to half the thickness, and when it came to the ground below Zhuo Fan, the qi had condensed into a bunch, exploded, and spread in a fan shape.

Crackle!

Before the qi arrived, the four spirit aura outside Zhuo Fan's body had already generated an induction, making a faint popping sound, Zhuo Fan didn't care about this, the true yuan condensed into a dark cyan turtle and appeared in midair, was trampled under his feet, and then fell to the ground.

Rumble!

The sound of qi cracking continued, and the punch of the Sky God was completely shattered, and the dark cyan turtle had an unimaginable suppressive force.

"Dragon, phoenix, tiger and tortoise, the turtle contains the artistic conception of the earth, is it possible that you are proficient in the four artistic conceptions. The volley god sneered, swooped out, and played his strongest move.

"Domineering!"

A fist formed by a mixture of cyan and yellow ses swept out, the air was cleared, and the clouds and mountains were plowed out of a deep pit by this punch, and the terrifying power spread.

"Gangqi! It's Gangqi. ”

"This is a combination of wind vitality and earth vitality, so strong!"

The faces of the spectators were shocked.

"Well, what a gravity!"

Stepping on the dark cyan turtle condensed by the true element, Zhuo Fan felt that he couldn't move an inch, as if he was pulled by the gravitational force deep underground, and directly opposite, the terrifying fist power was spiraling and impacting at high speed.

"Since that's the case, let's fight hard, see who is more powerful, White Tiger Yao Jin kill!"

Qi sank into the dantian, Zhuo Fan's eyebrows burst out of the rune light like substance, his left hand stretched forward, and the white golden light of the right hand carried by the right hand bombarded out, colliding with the Qi of the Sky God, and the white tiger roaring and roaring could be faintly seen.

Bang!

A mottled ball of light formed between the two.

The next moment!

The ball of light exploded.

Burst!

Burst!

It wasn't just Zhuo Fan who vomited blood, but the Sky God was also vomiting blood.

"How is it possible?" The Sky God found himself like the other party, unable to move an inch, and was forced to bear the backlash of the shock wave, injuring his internal organs.

Zhuo Fan wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, "My Xuanwu suppression can suppress everything, including momentum, and my White Tiger Yaojin Kill has the power of deterrence, and the range of shock can cover a radius of hundreds of meters, including you, although the backlash of the shock wave is very strong, it has been weakened by about thirty percent of my Xuanwu suppression, in other words, I only endured seventy percent of the shock wave backlash, what about you?!"

Ling Kongshen's face was ugly, he could see that Zhuo Fan's injuries were lighter than him, and if he continued to fight, he was definitely not an opponent.

In the distance, Ling Huju, who was watching the battle, breathed a sigh of relief, "Fortunately, it was Zhuo Fan who was restrained, otherwise the result would be unpredictable, and the Southern Region should not be underestimated." ”

Princess Qingling, as a true dragon-level master, naturally looked at the details of the last moment, and said lightly: "This competition, Zhuo Fan wins!"

"I didn't expect this volley god to have such a strong strength, if it wasn't for being restrained by the true martial arts, I'm afraid I would have to continue to challenge. ”

"Southern Regions plus Ding Yan, Lei Ling, Shen Cangsheng, and Lingkong God, this year's Three Domains Tea Party has four masters who have entered the True Dragon List, and two of them are still in the top thirty, which is incredible. ”

"In my opinion, the strength of the Southern Regions is already about the same as that of the Eastern Regions, even if it is the first grade, it is not an exaggeration. ”

ps: Sorry, I got the name of the Heavenly Sword Boy wrong, Khan ~~~ has been corrected