The first thousand eight hundred and eleven chapters of fierce battle

"Seventy-two split palms, palm after palm, like a continuous flood, the power of each palm is superimposed, and the last palm can almost smash the world. I don't know how Zhuo Bufan will deal with it."

In the ring, stern palm prints overwhelmed the sky, like a giant oar stirring the true essence like sea water, the aftermath of the true essence exploded, so that the light that enveloped the ring rippled in layers, as well as the strong ring beneath the feet. Several cracks.

Zhuo Bufan, who was in the shadow of his palm, could naturally feel the fierce palm wind, and every palm was more powerful than the previous palm.

Ji Yi hardly has any reservations, and wants to quickly solve Zhuo Bufan's opponent, maintain a good condition, and deal with the next battle.

Therefore, in the eyes of everyone, the current Zhuo Bufan is almost crushed by Jieyi with an overwhelming advantage, and he has been defeated steadily.

"The martial arts of the heavenly ranks is really extraordinary. If you cultivate to great success, it may be comparable to the middle-rank martial arts of the heavens."

Zhuo Bufan's eyes were blazing, and he thought to himself that he was constantly bombarding hard fists against the sky full of palm prints, and the sound of sonic booms reverberated through the valley, like a weapon confrontation, bursting out waves of blast of air.

Now, it embodies the weakness of Zhuo Bufan's martial arts. In his previous life, he majored in magic, and he was only on a relatively backward cultivation planet, where he was like the Xuanjiezong, and he would actually reward the outer sect disciple with the heavenly martial arts.

It can be seen that for Jieyi, the master who rewarded him the martial arts of the heavenly rank is also very fancy to him. Previously, he was hidden in the Qimen Jieyi, in order to shine today.

"I won't be a stepping stone to your fame." Zhuo Bufan gritted his steel teeth, his fist was covered with a layer of frost, and suddenly bombarded away. The majestic and chilly True Essence condensed on the surface of his fist and collided with the different palm prints. Together, the real yuan and the cold air suddenly collapsed.

The heavenly martial arts displayed by the opponent, and the cultivation level is high in the Galaxy, Zhuo Bufan's true essence and cold energy can't enter the opponent's body at all, and it has been smashed by the former's violent true essence.

Now, it embodies the importance of martial arts, and also reveals Zhuo Bufan's shortcomings in martial arts. In his previous life, the most powerful martial arts he obtained was the'Nine Swords Against the Heavens', but he couldn't advance to the'Lingwu' realm and practice martial arts. Laws cannot bring out the greatest power of martial arts.

The two have collided dozens of times in less than a minute.

The different pupils burned like flames, and there was an unrelenting aura that made his palm prints more powerful, but at the same time, at the same time, for Zhuo Bufan's ability to catch so many palms and still not retreat, his face was also slightly surprised.

"You are very powerful, you can catch so many palm prints from me, but the Heavenly Splitting Palm can be used to match the middle-level martial arts of the Celestial Order. It is too late for you to admit defeat!"

During the battle, the voice burst out loudly.

"Want me to give up, defeat me first." Zhuo Bufan's mouth evokes a cold smile, hidden on the chest skin under the clothes, dozens of red lines appear, the combination outlines a animal head pattern, exuding With a faint red light.

The Xinglun Yanyu figure was displayed to the extreme at the same time, and the cold and strong true essence spread like sea water to the limbs and hundreds of skeletons.

"Okay, then I'll hit you until you admit defeat."

Mei Yi yelled, his palms changed extremely, and he patted Zhuo Bufan again. The powerful Zhen Yuan shook the surrounding air almost in a distorted state.

Many disciples onlookers also opened their eyes wide, looking at the two fighting figures on the ring, and there was a deep color of horror in their eyes. This horror and shock was because the ring game actually killed two dark horses. .

Jie Yi is an old disciple of the Seven Doors. He usually acts extremely low-key. He belongs to the kind of good or bad level. Even the talented group stage struggled with difficulties, and he just broke out of the encirclement to win the group stage championship.

However, the power displayed by Iiyi is indeed shocking, and it seems that in the group stage, Iiyi deliberately concealed his strength.

"The seventieth palm..."

While everyone was horrified, the strange figure rushed forward, and a little jade-colored luster appeared in the palm of the hand, like a fine treasure. The glaze and jade, the heavy true essence contained in it, stirred the heaven and the earth, and slammed towards Zhuo Bufan. Shoot.

Facing this palm, Zhuo Bufan's eyes also showed a hint of horror, his arms crossed against the front, his palm prints blasted on his arms, a huge force poured into his body, the feeling was as if he had been hit by a mountain. .

The figure exploded and landed on the ring, feet like sharp swords, directly submerged several inches into the stone slab, and a circle of spider silk-like cracks spread around.

"The seventy-first palm!"

Just as Zhuo Bufan landed, a breaking wind sounded in the sky, and Ji Yi obviously did not intend to stop, and wanted to solve Zhuo Bufan's powerful opponent at once.

Bang!

Another explosion sounded, and Zhuo Bufan's legs plunged into the ground like iron plows, forcibly drawing two deep ravines from the solid ring surface.

"Seventy-two palms!"

Meiyi's eyes have an unusually firm color. His talent is not high, and he does not have a deep family background. However, with the efforts of a hundred times and a thousand times more than ordinary people, he has today's strength.

The right palm completely turned into a jade color, and a little bit of cold edge emerged, as if a palm knife slammed towards Zhuo Bufan. One palm of the '72 Split Heaven' palm is more powerful than one palm, and the 72nd palm of the cultivation to the peak is comparable to that. Even the martial arts of the middle rank of the heavenly ranks, even the strong of the Xinghu rank, would not dare to resist the hand of stubbornness.

The palm wind is fierce, stirring the four true essences, turning into a violent hurricane, almost about to tear the world.

"Huh?" Even Duanmu Jinglin, who had always been indifferent, saw the power of this palm, and his original indifferent face was slightly different. "This guy is hidden deep enough."

"Moon Fist!"

Facing the strongest blow from Yiyi, Zhuo Bufan’s eyes swept through the depths of his eyes, and the true essence in his body quickly gathered on his right arm. The entire right arm was suddenly wrapped in frost, and then, a chilly air It spread and smashed into the sky like a hurricane like a snake.

Resplendent fists were like sharp blades, smashing the hurricane into pieces. Those waves of force continued to hit the light wall like turbulent sea water. Then, the fists and the palm prints of the eyes of the hurricane were blasted together. The world is quiet.

After a while, the entire arena sank down instantly, centering on the two of them, a few deep cracks spread toward the edge, and a huge crater appeared on the arena. Then, an invisible wave of air spread and hit the edge of the arena. On the curved wall of light, cracks appeared in the light wall instantly, turning into patches of golden light, dissipating between the heaven and the earth.

This scene caused many'big men' on the stage to stare at the same time. This fierce battle surprised them and was even more exciting than the final finals of previous years.

At the same time, everyone's eyes gathered on the arena of billowing smoke, the mountain breeze slowly passed by, and the smoke and dust slowly dissipated.

The two blurred figures just appeared in the sight of everyone.