Comer.

His face is as beautiful as jade, his skin is better than snow. He is wearing a blue robe and fluttering with his long hair. He looks fluttering like an immortal, like a god crossing the sky river.

With such a look, he looked like a handsome scholar, and seemed to be in his twenties. Judging from the other person's appearance, it is hard to imagine that the other person is a peerless strong man.

but.

As the other party slowly stepped on his feet, disillusioned light and shadows continued to emerge between his body. The aura spread out, and it was like slashing the sky. Just a wisp of waves spread out, which was enough to destroy the sky and destroy the shackles.

Wherever you go.

The remaining evil people outside the domain were even more trembling with their bodies, their faces were pale, and their eyes were extremely terrified.

This is a peerless and lawless existence.

Just now, the Sata of their ancestor level was so powerful that even though his strength had not recovered, he could still suppress these nine heavens and ten earths. However, when facing this young man in blue robe, he was beaten so hard that he could not fight back, which made them feel scared.

"Oh... I am worthy of being the evil clan of the ancient times. Even if the body of the human race is taken over, the vitality is still very tenacious."

The young man's eyes were burning, and he had a teasing and naughty tone in his words, but the coldness and bone-blazing sound were completely unconcealed, especially on his body, the breath that spread out seemed to be a ferocious beast in the dark in its wisps.

It is terrifying and powerful, completely unrelated to his handsomeness and extraordinary aura.

"It's him!"

Looking at the handsome young man, Fan Prajna seemed to understand something, his red lips moved slightly, and a wooden but charming voice came out.

"This guy is so terrible. He is definitely a strong man in the seventh level of the monarch. Be good. This is the battle between the disciples of the sect. The seventh level of the monarch is actually born. Isn't this nonsense? If we can reach this level, all of us will not be enough for him to cut!"

There was a hint of discomfort on the fat man Xia Liu's face, but the pair of mung bean-sized eyes were filled with envy and amazement.

A fist seal tore up all the evil tribes outside the domain, and also drove Nasata into the underground. Such strength was enough to disobey the sky and shock the world.

"You know?"

Wu Yangyu glanced at Fan Prajna curiously.

"It seems that it is him!"

Before Brahma Prajna could speak, the fish intestine seemed to react, with a touch of solemnity on her face, and she slowly spoke and chanted.

"In the past, the sect is the most powerful. Every powerful sect has a complete inheritance, allowing the sect disciples to become powerful and transform under this complete inheritance. The strength of the sect is also developed by one strong disciple after another. If the disciples are missing, the sect is just an empty shell!"

"But! There is a sect that is completely different from other sects. There are only three people in their sect! Three of them are the sect!"

Three people's sect?!

This statement is simply selfless and fearless. Even though Wu Yangyu has experienced too many incredible things, he couldn't help but look surprised when he first heard about this.

"Yes, the three of them are sects. These three have the inheritance of the entire sect. The three of them do not increase or decrease. Unless someone dies, there will never be new disciples joining in! This sect is called the Heavenly Gate!"

Tianmen.

In the name of heaven!

What a domineering and what a courage!

and.

This domineering name will always have only three disciples!

Such a thing is really unacceptable.

"The punch just now is called the Heavenly Killing Fist, one of the unique skills of the Heavenly Gate!"

It seemed that he could see the many doubts in Wu Yangyu's heart, and Fan Prajna also spoke and explained it.

There are only three disciples in the sect, and the unique skills among them are absolutely impossible to leak.

Since Brahma Prajna recognizes the other party’s unique skills, then the other party’s identity will naturally not be faked.

"boom--!"

While the group was communicating, a roar was heard in the deep pit on the ground.

A black shadow, wrapped in the power of the sky, twisting the space like a dark and mad python, stepped out hard, and terrifying speed tearing apart all shackles. The barriers of space were even more like paper, shattering rapidly, constantly turning into broken light in the sky.

The figure flew away and then showed its true appearance. It was Sata himself who was knocked into the depths of the ground.

now.

Sata was covered in blood and had a messy breath. His muscles, bones, and flesh were torn into countless wounds. He was clearly seriously injured by the Heavenly Killing Fist just now.

"Junior... you actually hurt me. You are so brave, so brave!"

His vicious face bloomed on Nasata's face. His eyes flashed with scarlet flushing at this moment, as if it was a poisonous snake that was angry in the dark, nurturing venom and would devour his prey at any time.

The energy boiled, and the evil aura was vented. With his body as the center, huge ripples were crazily blowing out. The ripples rippled, forming ripples in the air. The sound of "hissing" continued to spread, and the space was broken and torn apart by these ripples.

In a rage, Sata had obviously moved his power to the extreme, especially the thick layer of energy directly turned into substance, as if a terrifying black armor had evolved on his body.

"I was wrong...I was really wrong..."

Suddenly, just as the voice of Sata fell, the mysterious disciple of Tianmen slapped his head, showed a strong apology on his face, and kept apologizing in his mouth.

With such a painting style, even with the concentration of Wu Yangyu and others, he couldn't help but be stunned.

What about the demeanor of a master? What about the promised suppression?

Especially just now.

This guy punched Nasata deep into the ground, why did the style suddenly change?

Just when everyone was surprised, the young man's face suddenly became cold:

"I shouldn't have used only 80% of my strength, I should have used all my strength!"

"boom!"

Between talking.

The true energy of his body boiled, and he seemed to have transformed into the Eye of a Storm. Wherever he went, powerful airflows were generated rapidly:

"die!"

The voice resounded through the sky.

In an instant.

A brilliant fist mark was formed again.

The fist seal was densely embedded with ancient runes, and the runes were flying and gathering, as if they were chains entangled. Under the urge, the fist seal directly broke through the air, covering half of the sky, and then fell and killed it.

The power of one punch can destroy the sky!

This punch is clearly the so-called Heavenly Killing Fist.

but.

The power of the Heavenly Killing Fist at this moment has increased by more than several times just now.

The stars trembled and the sky and the earth trembled.

Under the cover of the fist seal, the shackles within a radius of 1,000 meters were forcibly crushed, and even some of the remaining evil tribes outside the domain were covered by the fist seal again. At this time, the ancient fist intention was faintly swelling, and the mountain-like killing was endless.

Their bodies, under the suppression of the fist, no longer had any resistance, and instantly turned into a bloody rain and dissipated into the void.

"Is this the level of the seventh level of the monarch level?!"

In this scene, all the martial artists present were shocked.

Even though that punch was far away, it was powerful enough to shock their minds, and their blood and energy were constantly rolling.

For a moment, divine thoughts were intertwined.

Among these divine thoughts, there are many powerful people at the sixth level of the monarch level, but after feeling the gushing of fist in it, the divine thoughts began to disperse without looking back.

They are as powerful as them, but they dare not fight easily. The power of a punch is enough to make them hate it.

"Horror guy!"

Yuchang and others were also retreating.

The face was also surprised.

here.

Wu Yangyu's eyes were shining brightly.

He is worthy of being a disciple of the Tianmen who is the sect of the three.

He himself possesses such a terrifying boxing technique as [Tianlong Prison Fist], and has a great understanding of boxing. In the other party's punch, he saw more and more terrifying things than other disciples.

"If I want to fight with my strength, I can only use the Prison-Suppressing God Body!"

Although Wu Yangyu was shocked at this moment, he was not yet timid.

His body of the prison-controlling god is so irresistible.

Once it is opened, it will inevitably blend with his immortal fighting body, and the power generated will burst out in a gushing posture, and may not be without the power of a battle.

only.

After facing the might of the seventh level of the monarch, he was still shocked.
To be continued...