Chapter 272: Peerless Battle Body

The Eight Desolations * Fist is a god-level martial art, and the prestige displayed by it is far from being comparable to the heavenly machine martial arts.

As soon as the fist came out, the Eight Desolations* self-respecting momentum was suppressed, so that the Emperor Canglong, who was at the peak of the Spirit Void Realm, felt a trace of pressure, and in the face of this momentum, there was a trace of cowardice in his heart, and he did not dare to compete with it.

It seems that 'Hong Potian' is a high monarch, and he is just a commoner.

Under this majesty, the momentum of the Zhennan King of his True Martial Empire was indifferent, and his heart was shocked, completely shocked by Lin Fan's momentum, and he couldn't help but worry about Emperor Mingfeng.

said that he hoped that 'Hong Potian' would win, but more often hoped that Di Mingfeng would win.

The body is slightly bent, this is the Eight Desolations * fist starting style, standing there quietly, the sharp fist momentum, as if to break through this sky, rush to a broader world.

With a sound of "drink", the momentum suddenly condensed.

"Okay, very good, I know that Hong Potian's strength is extraordinary, and it really didn't disappoint me, the stronger you are, the more excited I am, and the more my desire to fight is stimulated," Di Mingfeng said excitedly

"Forge my sword, blood spills the sky"

The flames condensed by the idea of battle instantly expanded, and from a distance, I saw a flame giant of dozens of zhang standing in front of Lin Fan, and a shocking battle intent emanated from the flames, and the flames were constantly expanding.

"Battle"

This sound resounded through the sky;

This voice goes straight to the hearts of people;

This voice is the thought of his fighting spirit;

For some reason, when they heard this battle word, the people who stood under the boulder and watched only felt that there was a flame in their hearts that was about to burn, which was their intention to fight, their desire to fight.

At this moment, with this battle word, it was completely triggered.

War, war, war, the heart is crazy, affected by this thought, even Xuan Hao's strength, there is a trace of fighting in his heart, he wants to fight, and he is even more eager to fight.

"Drink"

The ten-zhang flame giant shrank rapidly, and completely fused with Emperor Mingfeng.

At this moment, the fighting spirit is even stronger.

One step out, soaring into the air, a volley of swords fell, seemingly an ordinary sword, but it contained a fighting spirit that dared to fight against heaven and earth.

The battle intent of this sword is defenseless.

Thoughts become substance, and this is true idea into substance.

"Hmph"

The right foot kicked the ground suddenly, and the slightly bent body suddenly bounced up, at this moment, Lin Fan, who seemed to be very small, gave people an illusion, like a supernatural giant suddenly woke up, and his power burst out, as if he was about to open the heavens and the earth.

Spread your feet and push your fists up.

"Swallow the Eight Desolations, Sweep*, Eight Desolations*, respect me, Eight Desolations* Fist"

As soon as the word "fist" came out, in everyone's heart, the whole world was only this fist, and the world was filled with this fist intent, and the fist entered the hearts of the people, hooking everyone's hearts, and the enthusiasm for boxing.

As soon as the fist was launched, he and Di Mingfeng got the fighting spirit to fight, and no one was convinced.

That punch was struck, and the power of destruction rushed out, but wherever the fist could reach, it was shattered by this fist, and the battle intent was broken by the fist, and the fist went straight to Emperor Mingfeng.

Where the fist goes, the world is invincible.

"Chop"

With a wave of his right hand, the sword was like a thunderbolt, slashing down, shattering the strength of the fist.

As the battle entered the white heat, Di Mingfeng and Lin Fan only had this battle in their eyes, fighting until the sky was dark, fighting until the sun and moon were dark, and the two of them were completely tireless, and they were only in the battle.

"Hiss"

Emperor Canglong was suddenly surprised, "I just found out today that Ming Feng's combat power has reached this level."

He always thought that Di Mingfeng's combat power was a little stronger than the middle stage of the Spirit Void Realm, but now it seems that he was very wrong, her combat power is still above the late stage of the Spirit Void Realm, and she is already close to the peak of the Spirit Void Realm.

Emperor Mingfeng deserves to be the proud daughter of the sky, the first day of the Zhenwu Empire, and the female god of war.

It's a pity, it's just that she is in her daughter's body, and in the future, a man must take over the position of the emperor of the Zhenwu Empire, otherwise, he Emperor Mingfeng will be a good choice when he arrives, her potential, even if you are the emperor, you will not be able to do it, and in a few decades, I am afraid that the emperor will not be her opponent.

Unexpectedly, this Hong Potian's combat power is also so extraordinary.

I couldn't help but sigh in my heart, I really am old, and now this world is the world of young people, looking at these young people who emerge one after another, one is stronger than the other, and the years are not forgiving! Their group of people are already old, or it will not be long before they will withdraw from this stage.

Not far away, Qian Yue watched the battle between the two excitedly.

These two people, no matter which one they are, their strength is above him, before, Qianyue had always wanted to know how strong Lin Fan's combat power was, and today he could be regarded as having a little understanding.

Zhao Tianyi's eyes were full of stars, and the person who was eager to fight with Emperor Mingfeng was himself.

Zhao Fei'er beside Zhao Tianyi, her smiling face was slightly red on both sides, and she looked at the dashing back with a hint of adoration in her eyes, since ancient times, beauties love heroes, this sentence is really true, Lin Fan's powerful standing posture deeply attracted Zhao Fei'er.

Boulder Mountain, Di Mingfeng said calmly, "I have three swords, and I have never used them"

Lin Fan smiled and said, "I have three punches, and no one has ever caught my three punches."

Di Mingfeng's right foot took a slight step, and suddenly, he felt that the whole world was shaking, and Di Mingfeng's fighting spirit soared to an extreme again, the more he fought, the more he fought, the stronger he became, and the Shura warriors were very similar.

"The first sword, breaking the world"

As soon as this sword came out, the sword qi contended, that sword intent, the direction of the edge, nothing could be broken, even if the heaven and earth were in front of me, I was bound to break the world.

The sword qi roared out, slashing the heavens and the earth apart.

"Good swordsmanship, look at my punch, Eight Desolations * Fist, the first mystery of boxing, the fist of heaven and earth"

A punch to the sky, the thoughts of heaven and earth, are all melted into my fist, this punch, under the sky, the whole heaven and earth are turned into my punch, punch out, heaven and earth move.

One thought, one world, one punch day at a time.

The mystery of boxing, the fist of heaven and earth, this punch is not only the idea of integrating heaven and earth, but also my idea, a punch represents a piece of heaven and earth, this is the world of boxing.

The fist was suppressed, and Di Mingfeng's sword qi collapsed inch by inch.

After all, although her sword qi is strong, it has not yet reached the level of mystery, which is a level close to the Dao, and it is a move that goes beyond the scope of the move.

"Bang"

The fist bombarded the sword of Emperor Mingfeng, making a sound of contention, and shaking Emperor Mingfeng dozens of feet away.

"Hiss"

Everyone was shocked, this was the first time that Di Mingfeng had fallen into the disadvantage since the two fought, and was shocked by Lin Fan's fist for the first time, not because of Di Mingfeng's strength, but because of the strength of Lin Fan's punch, which had exceeded the scope of their understanding.

Zhao Fei'er said with gold stars in her eyes, "So handsome"

Emperor Canglong stayed there, his body trembled and said, "What was that move just now, why do you feel that that move is the real boxing technique, but there are no moves, this"

Emperor Canglong fell into deep contemplation, and his mind kept thinking about the punch just now.

He Emperor Canglong actually entered the Tao with boxing, he thought that he was good at boxing, and he could be regarded as a grandmaster in the way of boxing, but after seeing Lin Fan's boxing today, he realized how ignorant he was, and how small his understanding of boxing was.

"War, War, War"

Di Mingfeng's battle intent soared again, and the whole person was like a god of war, standing in the void.

"The Second Sword, Slashing the Stars"

As soon as this sword came out, although it did not have the previous edge, the strength was more powerful than before, and the idea contained in the sword qi was even broken by the stars.

"Eight Desolations * Fist, the second mystery of boxing, the fist of all things"

All things have spirits, all things are powerful, the power of all things can be small or large, your heart is big, and the power is great.

The fist intent fuses all things, drives all things, and all things have a punch in their hearts, and with Lin Fan's punch, the punch of all things is played, and the power of all things is fused into it.

This punch is not Lin Fan's punch.

And all things in the world, mountains, rivers, flowers, trees, birds, animals, and even stones, the power is fused together to form this punch.

Punch out, the world moves, and the wind and clouds change.

The incomparably strong strength, with an attitude of absolute victory, crushed Di Mingfeng's sword, her sword intent was under Lin Fan's fist, and it was gone, and the comprehension realm of the two was not at the same level at all.

"Poof"

A mouthful of blood spat out of Di Mingfeng's mouth, and she was injured.

The fist of all things is the power of the mystical meaning of the fist, even if he is a master of the Divine Realm, he may not be able to comprehend this level, how can Di Mingfeng resist this punch?

"Poof, poof"

Two mouthfuls of blood spat out of her mouth in a row, and the fist of all things caused her a lot of injuries, looking at the trend, her third sword was helpless.

But Lin Fan had a cautious look on his face, as if he was thinking about something.

"Ahem"

Di Mingfeng slowly stood up, clutching his chest, there was no loneliness of failure on his face, there was just a faint smile, and a trace of excitement, and said indifferently, "Hong Potian, you are really strong, your fist is so strong that it makes me look up, if the two of us are in the same realm, I can't even catch your punch."

"I'm not as good as you" Di Mingfeng said lightly, there was no jealousy, some were just calm.

"But today's battle must be completed, and my third sword must also be used, otherwise, this will become the regret of my Emperor Mingfeng's life."

"War, War, War"

With a trace of blood at the corner of his mouth, when he shouted these three words, Di Mingfeng's idea of fighting suddenly burst out, rushing straight to the sky, and the flame giant transformed by the idea of battle instantly swelled, from the original hundred zhang, to a thousand zhang, and then to ten thousand zhang.

"Battle"

Emperor Mingfeng shouted, the battle intent filled the sky, and even the battle intent in Lin Fan's heart was infected.

And at this moment, Di Mingfeng seemed to have suddenly fallen into a certain state.

"Damn"

Lin Fan scolded and said, "Sure enough, Nima, how can the Peerless Battle Body, one of the three great battle bodies of the heavens, be a woman?"