With a clear conscience, a spirit of seeing death as home, and a punch with all his might, Mo Yufei used everything he had to fulfill his current most perfect martial arts fantasy way.

This Dao, as long as there is nothing that can be broken through by the other party, is the perfect current level.

However, Mo Yufei forgot a little.

After all, he is at the peak of the contemplation period.

However, the Yellow Elephant Ancestor was indeed two levels higher than him, and he was at the peak of the Pure Thought Period.

There are two levels of the period of wisdom and mindfulness.

Even if it is a level difference, it can be said that it is as huge as the distance between heaven and earth, which is out of reach. Not to mention the gap between the two levels.

How could it be that by relying on a perfect explosion and a seemingly impeccable desperate Saburo-like spirit, he could reverse his strength and defeat an elephant-level opponent or a giant mountain-like opponent from the state of an ant!

It's impossible, absolutely impossible.

However, Mo Yufei had no way out, he couldn't think of any other better way, so he had to try.

Huang Xiangzu's eyes were blazing, and he couldn't help staring at his own Qingtian finger, and saw countless wind blades as fierce as swords, pointing at his Qingtian from different angles, constantly cutting and tearing, looking at those wind blades that tried to destroy this finger, Huang Xiangzu smiled.

"The power of the ants, how can you crack my giant mountain!" Huang Xiangzu smiled brightly, but he was still dignified. Still staring at that index finger.

The spiritual light on the index finger also continued to melt with the martial magic power and the vajra mental power, and it continued to overflow from all directions of the fingertips and finger body. Just like two energy sources with different properties, they are constantly docking and constantly fusing together.

Those sword-like wind blades seem to be fierce and fierce. But after all, it was the power of Mo Yufei's fist that pulled and generated, and as soon as it passed through the seemingly subtle but incomparably terrifying power that leaked out of Qingtian's finger, it immediately buzzed and trembled, shattering layer by layer, and then, it was torn apart and cut into pieces by this power, and the huge angry wind was torn into hundreds of weak and small winds, but the fingers did not move.

Mo Yu flew away, knowing that the attack of the second layer of wind in the middle of the fist had already spread out. But he thought that he had done his best, and he no longer had any scruples. Instead, he continued to work hard, and then, the layer of rain sandwiched in his fist was finally fully released. There was a loud noise, and it kept shattering.

In fact, at this time, the torrential rain continued, and Mo Yufei and Huang Xiangzu were in the midst of the torrential rain, but in the process of fighting. Within a kilometer of their two bodies, the rainstorm could not contaminate their bodies, because they were cultivated enough to be able to keep the rainstorm out of the way, not to be disturbed, not to fall on them.

Mo Yufei further relied on the power of these rainstorms to selectively condense the power of these rainstorms on his fist light.

Huo Ran exerted his strength, and the layer of rainstorm stuck to his fist seemed to be scarce, but it was controlled and prompted by cultivation, and suddenly differentiated into countless small and silky raindrops. If you are crazy by power, you will fight hard!

The raindrops were too small to be insignificant. It seems that no matter how hard you work hard, how strong can you be?

But the number of raindrops that can't be seen is majestic, like thousands of crystal clear water particles, as faint as a gossamer, quite a kind of subtle see. With a small peep at the big wonders.

It is like the wonderful feeling of a thousand miles of embankment collapsing in an anthill.

This time, the burst turned into extremely fine water particles, just enough to rush farther with the fist, closer to the index finger of the Yellow Elephant Ancestor.

Countless broken water molecules, like countless bacterial bodies, were imperceptibly infiltrating into the Yellow Elephant Ancestor's index finger, and in the streamer that overflowed from the index finger, it was the powerful light that fused the power of martial arts and the power of vajra mind. At this moment, the integration is more close, and the water does not leak!

This light is so delicate and sharp that even the tiniest of living organisms would not want to enter the light that overflowed from their fingers, nor would they want to cut off the same small and large fingers.

Huang Xiangzu still knew Mo Yufei's methods, and he didn't ask questions, but towards his index finger, he continued to convey Vajra Mental Power through the gaze of his gaze, his gaze was Mindfulness, it was Thought, because he used exactly the same gaze as Mo Yufei's, it was King Kong Mental Power Eye.

Moreover, the input of his telekinetic eye had reached the ninth level, otherwise how could he successfully defend his fingers from being harmed.

How could it be that in such a terrifying and perfect fist state of Mo Yufei, it seemed like child's play, although it seemed to be an understatement, it was actually as heavy as Mount Tai.

His gaze continued to shift, and the luster around his index finger became more and more acute and harsh, and he would not easily set fire to the invasion of even a bacterial body, let alone the tiny particles of water that were broken down by a rainstorm of bacteria.

Sure enough, under such strict protection, those tiny water particles, after trying their best, were resisted and rebounded one by one by the light around that finger, and then they retreated one by one, and then, one by one, all spread out, breaking away from Mo Yufei's fist. Naturally in all directions, it merges directly into the torrential downpour a foot away.

The scene was a little bleak, but Mo Yufei was still calm.

Because then, all that remains is his radiant and incomparably sharp fist.

Angular, sharp and sharp King Kong Martial Arts Phantom Fist!

The three layers of power on this fist were all crushed by the Yellow Elephant Ancestor's Optimus Finger.

This didn't make Mo Yufei feel any frustration, which was actually expected by him for a long time.

If the Yellow Elephant Ancestor is defeated so easily, then the other party is not the Yellow Elephant Ancestor, and the other party's declaration of strength will inevitably be unworthy of the name or a kind of falsehood.

Mo Yufei would rather see this as a fake.

But, frighteningly, this is not false.

The strength of the Yellow Elephant Ancestor is a real and terrifying existence, and there is no doubt about it.

Even if Mo Yufei's first three layers of power were broken, even if Mo Yufei revealed his angular and sharp fists and his perfect fist state, Huang Xiangzu still looked at it as if it were nothing, his eyes were still in one place, his finger of optimism.

He was waiting, waiting for the final blow from the opponent's fist.

The final blow also means the most essential, deadly, and desperate all-out blow.

Even if you know that you are invincible, why do you need to make the slightest reservation.

Of course, Mo Yufei will not make the slightest reservation.

His fist intent is brewing, every step is frightening, his fist is full, and he is vigorous.

His fist is straight, extremely straightforward, like a naïve teenager, a drunken high roller, without thinking, without burden, directly burst out with a punch, only in this way can the King Kong Martial Arts Phantom Fist be perfectly exploded.