Shaking his neck, Nie Fan looked at Monk Peng in front of him, and had to admit that the other party's methods did have some doorways, and after receiving the blessing of the Green Dragon and the White Tiger Phantom, the strength of the physical body was greatly strengthened, and the physical combat power was even stronger than Nie Fan's initial transformation.

However, Nie Fan was not afraid at all, his blood was surging, and his fist was surging: "Fat monk, take me a punch!"

With a punch, the strong power of qi and blood churned in Nie Fan's body, and the scorching qi and blood scalded this void to boiling, as if it was pre-pressed and burned through this void, and the pale golden fist broke through the limitations of space and hit towards Monk Peng's body.

"Descend the dragon and subdue the tiger!"

When Nie Fan punched out, Monk Peng already knew that something was wrong, and the phantom shadows of the green dragon and the white tiger instantly appeared behind him, blessed on the physical body, and the Dafa of subduing the dragon and subduing the tiger was used with all his might, and the three-zhang tall figure smashed on Nie Fan's small flesh fist with a huge fist.

"Bang!"

With a loud bang, Monk Peng's huge body suddenly flew backwards for dozens of feet, and his huge figure slowly recovered in the process of flying upside down, and a trace of blood overflowed at the corner of his mouth.

"Nima, who is this?"

The crowd of onlookers around was stunned, the realm of the Transcendent Realm Six Heavens suppressed the refining power of the Transcendent Realm in the flesh, or in the case of the other party's full strength, this was the rhythm of going against the sky!

They all asked the people around them about the origin of this pale golden figure, which is not worse than the Eighth Prince, the Four Fairies and others, and even the degree of evil is still excessive!

In the distance, Monk Peng also looked at the young man who knocked him away with one punch in amazement, this is no longer a genius. The demon is nothing more than that, the cultivation of the Transcendent Realm Six Heavens can compete with him, and this physical body is not too strong.

"I underestimated you!" said Monk Peng.

He hadn't taken Nie Fan in his eyes before, but he didn't expect that Nie Fan would be able to temper his physical body to this point with the cultivation of the Transcendent Realm Six Heavens, not to mention the secret method and the blessing of the martial arts, but the other party in the physical body was stronger than him.

At this moment, Nie Fan's pale golden brilliance was circulating, his blood was condensed like pulp, and every rush could drive a piece of blood and qi power, burning through the void, and the thick power of qi and blood flowed in the sky above Nie Fan. You don't need to make a move, and this power alone can make everyone submit.

But. The inheritance of Bodhi Temple is not vegetarian, although it is not comparable to the real top power, but it is not much worse.

Similar to Nie Fan, Monk Peng also has a pale golden brilliance. Behind him, the phantom of the green dragon and the white tiger flowed. Blessings on the physical body. This time, there was no such skyrocketing figure, Monk Peng still looked chubby, but the golden light circulating made him look extremely solemn.

This is the complete version of the Golden Body Technique of Descending the Dragon and Subduing the Tiger that he has cultivated. I didn't expect to be forced out by a junior kid who was a big level lower, if those friends knew, he would have no face!

"Boy, that's the end of it!" said Monk Peng solemnly.

Facing Monk Peng, who came out with all his might, Nie Fan also felt a lot of pressure, this old boy's strength is not weak, if it weren't for the recent breakthrough of the fourth layer of the Great Perfection of the Glazed Golden Body Technique, he really might not be able to suppress the other party with the power of his body alone.

"If you want to fight, you will fight, what is the great monk talking about!"

Without waiting for Monk Peng to respond, Nie Fan took the lead and pressed towards Monk Peng with a punch of thunder.

"Okay, then I'll fight you!"

Monk Peng's heroic hair also rushed towards Nie Fan with a punch.

"Sonorous!"

The fists struck each other, and there was a sound of gold and iron resonating, as if the flesh of the two of them was like two balls of gold and iron.

Two groups of pale golden brilliance are entangled, as if there are two golden people fighting together, fists to the flesh, not bursting out of the sound of gold and iron fighting, a group of sparks colliding with the flesh burst in the air, both of them do not dodge or dodge, you give me a punch, I give you a kick, there is no discipline, it is a pure competition for physical combat power, and the fight is not fierce.

On the other side, the battle between the middle-aged Taoist and Nangong Yeming also reached a fever pitch.

Nangong Yeming turned into a sword finger with his empty hands, and the sword shadows circulated around him, which was his best ten thousand sword tricks.

In contrast, the middle-aged Taoist on the opposite side had a solemn face, a long sword in his hand, and with the help of the power of the sword, he also used the sword technique of the Shushan Holy Land - Ten Thousand Swords.

Compared to the Ten Thousand Sword Technique of Nangong Yeming, the Ten Thousand Sword Technique of the middle-aged Taoist is more profound, and the sword shadow that is conjured is much more than that of Nangong Yeming, and the sword shadow with the power bonus of the sword weapon is also much stronger than the Ten Thousand Sword Technique sword shadow condensed by Nangong Yeming's empty hand.

However, the middle-aged Taoist did not have a relaxed expression, and every time the sword shadow attacked, he tried his best, but he couldn't get a little cheap, and he was suppressed by Nangong Yeming's small number and weak Ten Thousand Sword Technique Sword Shadows, and he could only barely resist it.

At this time, even the onlookers could see that the battle between the two was that the unknown Qingxiu scholar had the upper hand.

"Ah Hui, who the hell is that guy!!" Xuan Nian on the side had forgotten the injury on his face at this moment, and looked at the wanton Nangong Yeming with a fairy-like expression.

"He?" Li Hui looked at Nangong Yeming, who had greatly advanced in strength, with a bitter face: "He is a devil, he liked to play tricks on me when he was a child, he went out to practice a few years ago, but he didn't expect to come back at this time, do I have to have nightmares again? Don't! God, why do you want to do this to me!"

I thought that my hard work in the past few years had narrowed the distance between me and him, but who knew that he had gone further, so far that he couldn't even see his back.

"Sixth Senior Uncle, the Ten Thousand Swords Technique is not used like this! Let the senior nephew teach you how to use the Ten Thousand Swords Technique!" Nangong Yeming let out a long roar, and as soon as the sword finger was retracted, the sword shadow of the Ten Thousand Swords Technique that had been stirring suddenly returned.

The middle-aged Taoist's pupils shrank, and he did not relax because Nangong Yeming stopped the offensive, but his complexion became more dignified, the long sword in his right hand swung away, and the sword shadow around his body condensed.

"Ten Thousand Swords Return to the Sect!"

"Ten Thousand Swords Return to the Sect!"

The two shouted in unison, and two sword flow giant swords, one large and one small, formed in the sky above the two of them, and suddenly collided.

Boom!

With a loud bang, the large sword flow giant sword condensed by the middle-aged Taoist was like a weak piece of paper and was sliced by the small sword flow giant sword of Nangong Yeming, and the scattered sword shadows scattered like small fish.

"Poof!"

The middle-aged Taoist looked at the sword flow giant sword that stayed in front of him, wiped the blood from the corners of his mouth, and looked at Nangong Yeming with some excitement: "Yeming, have you already comprehended the sword heart Tongming?"

Seeing that his identity had been recognized, Nangong Yeming pursed his lips, untied the Ten Thousand Sword Technique, and responded lightly: "I just comprehended it!"

Rumble!

Suddenly, the onlookers were boiling, and the realm of the Seven Heavens of the Transcendent Realm could comprehend the sword heart Tongming, and the name of Nangong Yeming was destined to spread throughout the continent after today. (To be continued......)