The battle between the two fellow swordsmen was over, but on the other side, the knowledge of the two body cultivators was still white-hot.

Monk Peng's body flashed with golden light, like a golden Buddha, a swastika text condensed on Monk Peng's fist, and the supreme Buddha power pressed towards Nie Fan, and the fist passed by, and the phantom of the green dragon and the white tiger appeared.

This is already a killing move in the golden body of Monk Peng's cultivation of the dragon and the tiger, it is the Buddha's forbidden technique, it is rumored that the power is too great, causing the Buddha to seal it, and now Monk Peng is only using a residual move, even if it is just a residual move, it is already amazing enough!

Nie Fan walked in a tiger step, and quickly crashed towards Monk Peng, without the slightest retreat, the pale golden brilliance flowed all over his body, and unknown Sanskrit sounds were chanting beside Nie Fan, with Nie Fan's honest appearance, he was more like a Buddhist disciple than Monk Peng.

He didn't defend, the glazed golden body technique was running at full strength, and the blood of the initial transformation was like a great river in the body, surging and surging, and the monstrous power of qi and blood was condensed on the fist, colliding with Monk Peng.

As soon as the two came into contact, they let out an amazing sonorous sound.

"Phew!"

Two fists, one with a pale golden brilliance flowing throughout, the treasure is solemn, and the other is accompanied by a dragon and tiger, the same gold, but it is a different kind of respect that flows out.

The two collided violently, and the battlefield on the ruins exploded from time to time, and the sand and stones continued to fly wildly.

"It's so strong!"

Everyone gasped, even Nangong Yeming was no exception, although he knew that Nie Fan's physical combat power was amazing, and his blood had reached the point of initial transformation. But he didn't expect it to be so strong, it was already comparable to the power of his one-handed sword finger when he used the Ten Thousand Sword Technique.

He didn't dare to imagine how terrifying his strength would be if Nie Fan used the sword technique again, and it seemed that he would continue to get stronger!

"Wow!"

The sparks that constantly shine in the air are the proof of the battle between the two, if the drums are beating loudly, like the heavenly soldiers contending, the sound of the battle echoes in everyone's ears, transmits to the bones, and swings into the soul of the person.

Although such a fist-to-flesh battle is not as gorgeous as the battle between Nangong Yeming and the middle-aged Taoist. But there is a strange beauty. The beauty of the primitive wildness, seeing that everyone present is full of blood and dizziness, and wants to replace one of them, only such a battle is a battle that highlights the bloody nature of a man.

"Boom!"

The two punched each other again. The right leg is raised. Nie Fan did not retreat, but advanced. With the force of the shock, his right leg drew a semicircle and fell towards Monk Peng from top to bottom. The blow was like an antelope hanging on its horns, without warning.

Monk Peng's face changed color for the first time, and the dragon and tiger phantom condensed under his feet, forcibly breaking a piece of gravel, and in the middle of it, his body moved half a distance to the right, dodging Nie Fan's shocking leg blow.

Nie Fan's whip leg brushed Monk Peng's figure, landed on the earth, and with a bang, the entire ground shattered like an earth dragon, and almost sank into a large area.

Everyone was shocked, you must know that this is the cornerstone of a big city, even if a person at the peak of the Nine Heavens of the Transcendent Realm can not necessarily break through a gap with all his strength, this person's physical body is inevitably a little too terrifying!

A blow missed, Nie Fan's leg did not sink into the ground, but flicked the momentum, and the curved left leg suddenly swept towards Monk Peng's unstable lower plate, the glazed golden body trick not only strengthened his physical strength to a mess, but even the flexibility of the body was also the aspect of the glazed gold body trick strengthened.

"Huh!"

The stone particles were shattered, and this sweeping leg, before it approached Monk Peng, had already brought extremely strong pressure to him.

Monk Peng's fat face, his eyes are slit, and his spirit is highly condensed, as the so-called one move loses, one move loses, what Monk Peng can do now is to find a vacancy in Nie Fan's endless moves, a vacancy to turn the situation around, before that, what he can do is not to be knocked down by Nie Fan's moves.

The fat body jumped lightly, soared into the sky, and then suddenly stepped towards Nie Fan like a deflated ball.

This move does not seek to injure Nie Fan, but to force Nie Fan back and interrupt his continuous offensive!

"Whew!"

The wind was howling, and Nie Fan's right hand slapped on the ground, bringing up strong winds at the same time, the whole person instantly rose into the air, avoiding Monk Peng's blow, and at the same time, he also grabbed Monk Peng's right leg.

"Drink!"

With a strong breath, Monk Peng's body was stunned, avoiding Nie Fan's grasp, and drifting away towards the rear, if he was caught by Nie Fan's grasp before, he would be half-crippled if he was not dead or half-crippled.

It's a pity that Nie Fan is unforgiving, following a few steps, stepping towards Monk Peng, every step brings up smoke and dust in the sky, like an earthquake, this is accumulating momentum, accumulating extremely strong momentum, and the victory or defeat may be in the next second.

Boom! Boom!

The ground cracked, and the qi of the earth came to the ground from a very deep place, Nie Fan's body was like a sword, crushing towards Monk Peng, rushing in front of Monk Peng in a stopper, and pointing like a sword, shooting at Monk Peng.

Nangong Yeming's pupils shrank on the side, and the moment Nie Fan pointed at him like a sword, he knew that this guy was serious, no one present knew Nie Fan's achievements in the way of the sword better than him, and only Nie Fan who used swordsmanship could be regarded as Nie Fan after seriousness!

Monk Peng, who was facing Nie Fan's killing move, had only one slit in his eyes at the moment, and his fat body was agitated several times, and after he suddenly retreated, he had no strength to continue to retreat, so he could only take this blow hard.

"Bang!"

As soon as Pu touched, Monk Peng felt a sweetness in his throat, and the invisible concussive power passed into his body through the palm that fought with Nie Fan, shaking his body and intestines into a mess.

What's worse is that the power of the shock is still constantly squeezing back and forth in his body, and every time it reverberates, the power of the shock strengthens by one point, forcing him to only devote part of his energy to suppress the power of the shock that constantly reverberates in his body, but it just gives Nie Fan a chance.

The pale golden palm broke through the barrier of the golden fist, ignoring the dragon and tiger phantom surrounding the opponent, and bombarded Monk Peng's chest like a bamboo.

"Click!"

The clearly visible sound of broken ribs came to his ears, and Monk Peng's whole person flew away in an instant, bleeding all the way.

"Uncle Shi!"

Xuan Nian exclaimed, watching this scene in disbelief, he never thought that his uncle in the realm of desolation would be defeated by the cultivator of the transcendent realm opposite, the other party looked about the same age as him, but his strength had already made it difficult for him to match.

Is this the real demonic genius of the younger generation!(To be continued......)