As the fist approached, Yemol quickly opened his left palm in front of his face.

But that won't change the outcome of this punch.

There was a dull thud, and the ground shook violently. Where Jemol stood, the ground beneath his feet seemed to have been overturned by a plough, revealing the devastation of being crushed by an invisible force.

The power of the aftermath has come to this, and you can imagine what a tragic effect this punch will have.

The viscous liquid leaked out along his fingers, and Qin Yan withdrew his hand, his palm flushed. It was the blood of the enemy, the spoils of this punch. However, Yemol's thick body still stood like a rock, and although Qin Yan's punch made him break his appearance, he did not suffer substantial damage.

The tough body that is almost like the Buddha's death, and it is too much to take it for granted that he wants to perform with just this punch. Yemol slowly lowered the palm that was covering his face, and the rest of his face had returned to its original state except for the five clear palm prints that he had pressed himself.

Of course, Qin Yan was not satisfied with the effect of this punch, so he moved his body again, and threw another punch, hitting the opponent's chest directly. Following this punch rushed away, a wave of power that destroyed the world and destroyed the earth.

Even if you block it with the palm of your hand, Young Master Ben wants you-

At this time, he saw that Yemol's right hand was clasped on the back of his left hand, his fingers were bent and extended, and a mysterious spell mark was conjured, and his two hands cooperated to wave a soft light.

Faint and weak, light as a cloud, a faint soft light that moves with the wind.

At the same time, as he chanted the sound of the Buddha in his mouth, a red lotus flower was born in the void in front of itself, opening its petals and blooming, swaying and shining under the reflection of the six golden rays of the Buddha wheel condensed again behind his head.

The raging power of thunder rushed to the front, just as it sank into the petals in the center of the red lotus, and after a short period of condensation, the sky-swallowing giant beast roared silently, rolling up a thousand layers of huge waves, and ten thousand golden rays bloomed out, tearing the red lotus to pieces. The furious tide was not over, and the remnant continued unabated, and went straight to the chest of Jemol.

The noisy and domineering power converged in the light and flowing soft light, and it turned upside down, directing it to the side and hitting the void.

"What kind of trick is this?" Qin Yan let out a deep roar and pounced again. At this moment, several nouns flashed through his mind.

The Tai Chi in the secular martial arts, the fighting rotation of the Mu family in Xicheng, and the flower transfer of the Tianji Pavilion all have the effect of guiding strength and moving attacks. But this is all a side trick, Qin Yan believes that as long as he punches down, even if they fight for their whole lives, they can't move the end of this punch.

The thief monk was able to successfully lead this attack to the side of Young Master Ben, it must be that my fist is not fast enough and not strong enough!

Sink your waist again, twist your arms, and swing your fists. There was a muffled thunder in the sky, and the surrounding qi was also alarmed by this punch, and in an instant the sound of the wind fell silent, and all the senses and colors were drawn into this punch, and rushed straight out towards Yemol's neck.

Jemol turned his arms gracefully, still meeting him with a delicate attitude.

The body is like an ethereal cloud of smoke, like a dream, and the two hands weave a continuous net, gently covering the gorgeous and intense golden light for no reason.

Qin Yan punched straight down, tearing open the ethereal and illusory soft net like a bamboo, and the extremely fierce force continued to rush down. Yemol flew back, and at the same time his hands were reunited, twisting Qin Yan's wrists, and then being rushed away, and then reunited. After three times, Yemol had withdrawn more than ten steps, but Qin Yan's fist was finally exhausted, and he reluctantly stopped his steps.

"This is the palm method created by the poor monk and Huang Fan after the battle between the poor monk and Huang Fan five years ago, and it was not completed until the previous year, just to deal with the sacrifice and blood of the Po Samen. The poor monk called this trick ...... Flowing clouds and soft water. Yemol folded his arms over his chest and replied indifferently. Countless red lotuses appeared and bloomed in the void around him, quickly wrapping his figure, and he could no longer see it really.

Qin Yan paused, and suddenly raised his palm to attack.

The flowing clouds and soft water specially prepared for me are right, Young Master Ben wants to see how many times you can pick me up!

The body was like a fierce giant wolf of the desolation and ripped up, tearing open the curtain of red lotus petals, and a radius of 100 meters completely became a battlefield ravaged by Qin Yan. As if intimidated by its might, dark clouds obscured the newborn moonlight on the horizon, and violent thunder and lightning roared wantonly. He was like an ancient sea beast that swallowed the waves, churning a thousand waves and swallowing a roaring storm. The sea and the sky are at the junction, and the sky and the earth are collapsing, just like the extinction of the ancient flood.

In the realm he dominates, however, there is a small and fragile boat, which trembles with the waves and is never swallowed up.

The layers of softness were forced away by the fierce fist, and they were entangled again, as if the thoughts were lingering, and Qin Yan's fist power was unloaded countless times. No matter how Qin Yan punched, in what unbelievable way and from what tricky angles he attacked, he couldn't avoid that faint piece of thin residual light, nor could he hurt Yemol in the slightest. Yemol rose and fell like a scattered leaf in the power of his fist, but he was never hit.

In this process, due to the forcible mobilization of too strong force, Qin Yan's strength flew out, and his chest roared like thunder, and he only lasted for a moment, and his body gradually slowed down. Correspondingly, under the growth of one another, the momentum of Yemol's figure became stronger and stronger, from the floating leaves, to the empty stones, and then to the majestic mountains, towering, and it was difficult to shake the slightest.

Sure enough, as expected at the beginning, even if Tian Yuan's strength was used to meet the attack, there was not much chance of victory. After all, five years less time......

Moreover, he could vaguely sense that at this time, Yemol had completely merged with the qi of heaven and earth, and his punch and palm were all borrowed from the power of heaven and earth, like a mountain pressing down. As long as you slacken yourself, you will be taken away by that momentum and fall into the predicament of being the enemy of heaven and earth.

If I continue to fight like this, I will probably lose my strength very quickly, and then I will completely fail...... So, Lu Li, why don't you do it yet?

As if in response to his call, an astonishing straight line flew out, like pitch-black cold lightning, tearing open the drowsy curtain. A sword shot out, and the light around him was snatched away, and before Jemol knew it, it was close to his chest. The cold electricity was less than two inches from his skin, and the cold breath penetrated deep into his heart. Yemol is also extremely fast, and as soon as his hands are raised, he performs the soft water pose. No matter how fierce and lonely the sword is, it can't cross the wave without a solid form, and the fierce sword qi is firmly restrained by the soft force. However, just as he was about to be swept into the whirlpool, the lightning suddenly burst into four parts, turning into a large icy wave, and swept towards him.

Lu Li waved the flying knife in his hand, like a wisp of ghost, and circled around Yemol, leaving countless large and small blood wounds around him. Lu Li's speed had truly reached the extreme, even several times faster than Qin Yan's full exertion just now. With a wave of his wrist, he brought up the remnant image of the Dao Blood Pupil Demon Wolf, and the scarlet mouth seemed to be about to choose someone to devour, and the giant mouth tore off a piece of skin and flesh with a bite. Even if the Buddha died, he could not withstand such a way of eating.

Lu Li, who had gathered the power to kill the wolf star, was no longer under Qin Yan's strength at this moment.

And when Yemol was tired of coping, Qin Yan took a deep breath, took a cold breath and found a wonderful opportunity, and mustered up his strength to rush towards Yemol.

The fist was like a tidal wave, and the dark golden storm struck the soaring beast, and the two equally tough flesh bodies collided violently, enveloping the surrounding space in a torrent of energy, and the golden light blocked the vision.

Yemol was hit by this heavy blow, his body trembled violently, his arms were slow, and he was taken advantage of by Lu Li, leaving deep marks on his lower abdomen, left chest, etc. However, he only froze for a moment, and then roared out of the wind and waves as if he was nothing, and split a passage from the storm, smashing it into the sky behind the waves.