Wan Liufeng's face was shrouded in dark light flames, his eyes were red, and the killing intent inside was endless, and it was cold to the bone. The latest free chapters of the book can be found here.

"It's still like this!" Qin Yan pouted and sneered, "Come on, come on, under the Great Array of the Eight Calamities Burial World, the little master will accompany you to fight 'openly', so that you will be convinced!"

He stepped slightly, and his figure was a little weirder than Wanliufeng, flickering and flickering, like a ghost, quickly approaching Wanliufeng.

Wanliu Feng paused in place, and the momentum under the bloom of his eyes spread over like the wind and waves of the sea. Due to the bonus of the Eight Calamities Burial World Great Array, his power at this time was stronger than Qin Yan, who had performed the sacrificial technique. Just standing still, like a demon king who rules the depths of hell, fierce and monstrous, like an abyss like a prison.

Seeing Qin Yan approaching, a gray sèze suddenly burst out of his eyes, and he shouted in a condensed voice: "Dark!"

The whole space darkened for a moment. Countless figures of demon gods suddenly appeared around Wanliufeng, each of them was as powerful as the demon king behind him, and each had a fierce appearance, with a bull's head and a human body, two arms with hooks, entrenched like a python, full of bone spurs, and three heads and eight arms...... But seeing the black fog continuously, the vicious waves connecting with each other, and the miserable appearance of lifelessness everywhere, it is no different from hell.

Qin Yan's ghost-like figure paused in front of Wan Liufeng, staring at the hideous big ghost in front of him with three heads and eight arms, towering like a mountain, with a strange god on his face, and said in a low voice: "The figure of the eight-armed mad demon ?......" immediately turned into a vague virtual image, flickering in the black mist that scrambled to emerge, and finally floated into the air under the left and right, avoiding these arrogant demon god law appearances.

"You have summoned so many demons and phantoms, how many of them are really listening to you?" Qin Yan chuckled in the air.

Wanliufeng was silent, and when he had no place to stand, he raised his palm to attack. It seems to be a light palm force, but if you hit it, you will know the pain.

Qin Yan kicked him in the palm of his hand, his figure fluttered, and he fell in a flash, fighting with Wanliufeng to one place. The palm wind surged, the fists were majestic, and there were even demons howling, the filthy waves turned into the sky, and the light and dark lights and shadows nearby also seemed distorted because of the rapid movement of the two.

Wan Liufeng poured out the strongest battle intent in his heart, and the cooperation between the two-arm palm wind and the possessed demon king reached the extreme, but he still failed to break through Qin Yan's defense. The two exchanged thousands of moves, but Wan Liufeng failed to leave a single wound on Qin Yan's body. This is still under the suppression of the Eight Calamities Burial World Great Array.

What a heart-wrenching martial art!

He suddenly sensed the change in Qin Yan's qi, and knew that it was not good: "It's coming!" He collided with Qin Yan and flipped back with a strong momentum, his muscles tightened, and his face was unprecedentedly dignified.

The three punches that Qin Yan defeated him at the beginning, he remembered it in his heart, and he didn't dare to forget it for a moment!

Three punches are about to return.

The most exciting and nervous moment, he has been waiting for a long time!

Qin Yan stepped in one step, spanning a distance of two zhang, stretched out a fist very slowly, and gently and skillfully handed it to Wan Liufeng.

'This is the feeling!' Simple, unpretentious, and not fancy, but it seems to be full of heaven and earth, and there is no way to avoid it, except for the heartfelt fear of facing the destructive force.

Wan Liufeng had been looking forward to this moment for a long time, but when this moment really came, the panic and throbbing feeling in his heart still affected his soul.

He turned his face, leaned over, and waved his palm.

I saw that the fist enlarged sharply in front of my eyes, and an overwhelming darkness spread out in front of my eyes, making the whole world dark. Darkness was his favorite face, he was used to walking alone in the dark, hiding himself, and sneaking up on enemies, but the darkness he saw at this moment made him feel a deep fear in his heart.

The demon soul roared, merging with him, fists colliding.

"Boom-"

Wan Liufeng was like being hit hard, and he took three steps back.

Qin Yan's eyes were like knives, and the next punch smashed over immediately after, straight to his chest.

Wan Liufeng pushed out his arms, and the results of hard training were finally reflected, and most of the strength was dissolved with a ball of soft energy, but the terrifying power contained in it still made him feel that the ground was shaking in a trance.

The next moment he quickly came to his senses, and he clearly heard his own heartbeat like a drum.

Qin Yan rushed further, and slowly handed out the third punch in his cold eyes. Wan Liufeng also raised his hand slowly, meeting the momentum that Qin Yan had stacked to the apex, surpassed the blockade of the Calamity Array, and completely overtook him. The fleshy palm pressed against the fist, and the power that destroyed everything was transmitted to Wan Liufeng's wrist, and his arms lost sensation in an instant. The bones of the whole body let out a rapid scream, and a loud bang came from Wanliufeng's ears, the sky and the earth were pitch black, and the lightning and thunder roared in his ears. In an instant, he was placed in an ancient empire, with broken mountains and rivers and stormy winds!

It was the third punch he didn't get away with when Rì was able to catch it.

Countless sleepless nights, the third punch that I was thinking hard about.

Willing to succumb to the monk of the Western Regions, it is the third punch at this moment.

The enemy's momentum grew stronger and stronger, until the vision was completely covered by a black curtain. Wan Liufeng closed his eyes, and a ray of light passed through the darkness, shaking his soul. He was not shocked or angry, and grinned: "I'll take this third punch!"

This is the kind of light that burst out of his eyes.

One hundred and fifty-seven rì, meet again today!

In the dark curtain, only the dull ** exchange sound was heard, and the air was shaken by the extremely condensed energy of the two people, as if it was distorted through the water curtain.

A moment later, the wind drifted and retreated. The third punch, blocked!

He retreated into the smoke and dust that had not yet dissipated, and he took a moment: "I will not fall under the same trick twice. You don't have to use these three punches anymore!"

Qin Yan gasped heavily. "Flowing clouds and soft water...... Have you seen the monk?"

In the smoke and dust, I couldn't see Wanliufeng's expression clearly, "I exchanged the secret of the Hidden Scripture Pavilion and asked him for advice for half a month." Speaking of which, I heard that you had an accident on Cen Guanling, and I thought I wouldn't need this trick!"

Qin Yan laughed: "Even if you use this move, do you think it's okay?" Without waiting for Wan Liufeng to answer, he raised his fist again.

Three punches followed by three more punches.

The first punch covered the sky, the wolves shouted, and the beasts were terrified.

The second punch filled the sky and swept in, and he gave up his way out.

The third punch is ruined, the mountains and rivers are broken, and the wind and rain are shaking!

Three punches in a row, the momentum was born to a more powerful apex, wave after wave, palm power fiercely blasted down, wave after wave of qi swept and shocked, and the broken stones splashed on all sides. He was transformed into a beast of the wilderness, churning huge waves and swallowing waves.

The demonic aspect on Wan Liufeng's body turned into a soft barrier. Stretch the palm momentum, and live together. If the love silk, like the smoke cloud, woven into a net, lingering.

A radius of 100 meters was completely reduced to a battlefield ravaged by Qin Yan, and the fragile barriers such as cave walls and rocks could not cause the slightest obstacle, and the two figures were rampage through the stones, passing through unhindered, until the ground shook and the sound was shattered