Wen Zhong was dressed in a black and gold dragon pattern robe, standing alone in the center of the stands, his hair was shining from root to root, revealing strong fluctuations, like a thunder spear that could tear the sky, and many heavenly arrogances of the heavens and worlds were surrounded by him, respectful and admired, and extremely eager.

"You're good, you want to fight me?" Wen Zhong looked at the Underground Heavenly Venerable who was in charge of Hell lightly, and the peerless Heavenly Arrogant Yan established his own Dao.

Yan Liben stood on the martial arts platform, his breath shook the void, the demonic aura was monstrous, and said, "It is said that the Ziwei Purple Family, the True Martial Martial Family, the Lei Dao Wen Family, the Authentic Yan Family, the first Zhang family of the Heavenly Master is the most powerful family in the Heavenly Court, the Zhang family does not say, it has always been quiet and inactive, and does not ask about the world, the Ziwei Purple Family, the True Martial Arts Family, the Lei Dao Wen Family, the three younger generations of your three families are known as the Three Masters of the Heavenly Court, but my authentic Yan family is excluded, I want to see what skills you have." ”

"Then there will be a battle, and I also want to see how much of your King Yamamara asks the hell scripture to be cultivated." Wen Zhong jumped down.

The standers were boiling, the duel between these two people was the pinnacle duel between the Wen family and the Yan family, a duel between the most powerful people of the two young generations, and it represented the pinnacle duel of the Heavenly Court's generation.

Whew~ There was a wind, the black gold dragon pattern robe was slightly raised, and the black jade-like hair fluttered in front of Wen Zhong's forehead.

He punched very plainly, very plainly, just like that, straight punch! But in an instant, there was a domineering and wanton true intention spurting out, straight into the sky and roaring! Rise! Tiger roars and dragon roars! Surge forward!

One punch out, the real dragon ring on the left, the white tiger lying on the right has a nebula like a waterfall, and there are five heavenly palace phantoms wrapped around this punch, dare to call the sun and the moon to change the sky! Everyone in the stands held their breath and felt the supreme truth from this punch. This punch is the heart of heaven and my heart is the heart of heaven, my intention is the will of heaven, and my way is the way of heaven! I'm my own God! Promise your destiny and be bright! One punch out, people's hearts are moving, this true meaning is domineering and wanton, high-spirited and vigorous, full of madness, that is, the way of heaven, my way will not be wrong! If there is no way forward, then you can make a bright and clear picture with your fists!

"It is said that your cultivation is the strongest under a pair of fists, it just so happens that I am sharpening with the demons in hell, and the strongest is also a fist." Yan Liben said proudly.

It can hit the sky, break the sea of clouds, and break the ground, and break the mountains for thousands of miles. Yan Liben roared, his black hair fluttered and danced, like a demon god in the darkness with fierce flames, crushing the ten heavens and bringing silence An incomparably terrifying scene appeared in front of him, and the waves that rushed up to a height of 10,000 zhang and shattered the clouds were all condensed and became ice peaks! The same is true of the fist intent that rushed from Wen Zhong, which was completely frozen, forming a black continent, and the cold air hit people. Let people's bones be torn apart. This is the power of the netherworld cultivated by King Yamara and the Hell Sutra, which is yin and soft, freezing everything and turning all things into death. It's a stunning picture, everything freezes, as if frozen in this moment.

I saw that Wen Zhong didn't care that the fist intent just now was defeated by Yan Liben, he spread his palms slightly, and a vague qi blade appeared on the palm of his hand, like an axe not an axe, like a sword not a sword, extremely powerful, but more filled with thunderous qi, filling the sense of power around his body.

His palm can split the sky, and his air blade can break the sky.

Wen Zhong's already burly figure seems to be a few points taller, and his voice is like Hong Zhong Da Lu, with incomparably heaviness, "Yuqing Divine Traces, the evolution of thousands of weapons, is to use great strength and courage to open up the world and destroy thousands of people, regardless of what kind of danger the front is, and no matter what kind of strong enemy it is, I can break it with one blow." ”

With the words of Wen Zhong, an inexplicable feeling appeared in the hearts of many Tianjiao in the stands, and in a trance, they seemed to be in a darkness, and an incomparable light opened up the darkness, cutting through everything, and at the same time cutting them down.

Drink!

Yan Liben didn't need a move, just a simple punch, and the golden arm with tangled muscles burst into snake-like tendons, releasing all his strength.

This blow twisted the strength of the whole body into a force, and the true body of Yama that was sharpened in the hell, the strength of the body of Vajra, the qi and blood all over the body, the fierce true qi, and the momentum that rose as he approached step by step.

The strength, qi and blood, true qi, and momentum all swelled to the extreme at this moment, and a punch was struck, like a mountain toppling.

A palm and a fist struck, thousands of waves crashed on the shore, shocking thousands of visions, the ups and downs of the worlds, and the shattering of space.

The next moment, Wen Zhong's eyes lit up, the real dragon in his left eye coiled, chanting for nine days, and the divine phoenix in his right eye danced, striking the heavens and all worlds as if the Supreme Heavenly Venerable had descended, overwhelming this world.

Whoa! With the unfolding of Wen Zhong's fist, the earth of the four fields shook, and the sound of a phoenix resounded through the clouds, the red glow bloomed, and the red chain of the condensed Dao Dao stretched out, locking Yan Liben's domineering fist intent, and then the other palm fell from the void cover above Yan Liben's head, and the sound of a dragon's groan was overwhelming, shaking the Yuan Shen.

Rise! Long chant to open the world, ride the wind into the green underworld! As Wen Zhong's fist fell, it seemed that the whole heaven and earth were reversed and fell, and a thunder dragon with a whole body of dark gold blazing, like supreme battle intent and killing qi condensed, roared out from the palm of his hand, the dragon claws were like knives and swords, cutting vacuums, and ripples swept away, submerging this space for thousands of miles in an instant, endless, and indescribably vast.

This is an extreme fist power, majestic and vast, powerful and domineering, integrating all the essence of the Nine Heavens Thunder God Seal, and ruling with the will of Wen Zhong, the Nine Heavens Thunder God Seal! Buzz! Whoa! The ripples in the vacuum, and even the violent fluctuations, turned into continuous waves, sweeping, whistling!

Rumble! The air waves rolled, swept in all directions, the crust of the four fields shook violently, and countless mountains were swept over on the spot, shattered under a punch in the sky, and the 100,000-mile wilderness collapsed! Click! Immediately, a large crack several feet deep and thousands of feet long spread out, as terrifying as the earth turning over and fissing.

Yan Liben walked in a tiger step, stepping on the sky, the endless runes around his body rose and surrounded, and wisps of netherworld qi erupted from the pores, at this moment his breath was too terrifying, as if he was in the mortal world for a day, his eyes were cold, and there was fire in the blazing light, as if he could burn the sky.

"Fight!" In the next moment, Yan Liben roared angrily, this place was full of light and rain, the sky was turned upside down, and the four fields were vast, all of them were killing light, all of them were the aura of hell and the netherworld. There were ten Origin True Flames, and the Netherworld Ghost Fire flew with Yan Liben's fist intent.

Thundered! There are no fancy supernatural powers, just do it directly, like the stars in the universe collapsing and burning, bursting out with the most dazzling holy light! Boom! As if a comet hit the earth, even this so-called solid and immortal and unbreakable martial arts space also collapsed, and the chaos pierced through the clouds, and the great crack in the void spread rapidly.

"Ahhh Some of the Tianjiao who watched the battle shouted, bleeding from the seven orifices, quickly retreating, and extremely frightened. The combat power of the top Tianjiao of the younger generation of this Heavenly Court is beyond their imagination, and it can affect many strong people from such a distance, if it is really killed, what will happen? Many Tianjiao can't imagine that one person can sweep through the enemy and be invincible!

The battle between the two caused such a terrible scene, it was too shocking. Boom! The sky cracked, the two figures were intertwined, the light and shadow were confused, and the runes shattered the mountains and giants in the distance with one blow, even the powerhouses of the Heavenly Palace Six Heavens had to change color, and many Tianjiao had no doubt that even the ordinary powerhouses of the Heavenly Palace Five Heavens would be broken by the two of them!

The two exchanged hundreds of moves fiercely, and it was arguably the longest duel of the day, and it was a wonderful visual feast for those in the stands.

In the end, Yan Liben lost a move and fell into the disadvantage.