Tang Fan changed his previous casual attitude, his whole body was filled with murderous aura, he stopped dodging and flew towards Wu Yingjie.
"Huh? That's not quite right..."
The moment Tang Fan flew over, Wu Yingjie's heart trembled.
A connoisseur will know if it is there as soon as he reaches out his hand.
The speed displayed by Tang Fan was completely different from what Wu Yingjie had known before.
His body almost turned into a shadow. He clearly punched, but because the speed was so fast, Wu Yingjie's eyes were filled with the shadow of his punch.
"I didn't expect you to hide it so deeply, but this... is not enough! Ah!"
Wu Yingjie's inner energy exploded, he concentrated all his strength on his fist, and punched the center of the shadow of the fist.
"Bang!"
The fists of the two collided and flew backwards.
"boom!"
There was another loud noise, which was the vibration caused by their bodies falling to the ground.
Both of their legs sank deeply into the ground...
"You... are so physically powerful!"
Wu Yingjie's chest heaved and his blood surged. If he hadn't had decades of internal strength, he would have vomited blood long ago.
He stared at Tang Fan blankly, feeling a storm in his heart.
Damn it, you are obviously so strong, but you keep showing weakness, this... isn't this forcing me!
No, why do I feel different from the last time we met...
At this moment, Wu Yingjie thought of a lot.
Tang Fan was also surprised. Emperor Wu was really not easy to mess with.
If he hadn't built the foundation of his body and broken through the first layer of shackles of his body, his internal organs might have been shattered.
"Who...are you? No, that person...wasn't you that day!"
Wu Yingjie yelled and suddenly understood.
He originally thought that Leng Yijian should die at the hands of others because he entangled Tang Fan in the fairy market that day.
But now he suddenly realized that although the person he was entangled with that day looked exactly the same as Tang Fan, there was a big difference in his aura and fist style.
"I'm your grandpa!"
Tang Fan's legs flew off the ground and he rushed over again.
"Hmph, no matter who you are, it doesn't matter anymore, Qiancheng Divine Palm!"
Wu Yingjie roared and slapped Tang Fan with his palm.
As he clapped his palm, golden light emitted from his palm, like the palm of Tathagata Buddha, possessing the power to control all things.
The golden palm slapped you head-on. If you hit it, the consequences would be disastrous.
"What a powerful move!"
The crowd watching the battle gasped, all shocked by this move.
"You...are indeed the strongest in the Baji Sect!"
Tang Fan had fought with people from the Baji Sect many times and had seen others perform this move, but the power of Wu Yingjie's palm was obviously beyond a level.
"ah!"
Tang Fan punched again, still relying on his physical strength.
"Bang!"
The golden palm touched Tang Fan's fist.
Tang Fan only felt that he was hit by an extremely powerful slap. He let out a wail and flew away into the distance.
He spun many times in the air, and after losing most of his strength, he stabilized his body.
"Is this your limit? Haha..."
Wu Yingjie saw Tang Fan hitting him and sending him flying. His confidence doubled. He jumped high into the air and kicked Tang Fan.
This kick brought about a huge noise and was so powerful!
Maybe outsiders couldn't tell clearly, but in Tang Fan's eyes, he could see that his soles were exuding a layer of strong energy.
This Gang Qi was indestructible, making his feet look as if they were bigger. A heavy majesty made Tang Fan feel the crisis of life and death.
Tang Fan's breath was unstable at this moment and he absolutely couldn't resist. He quickly performed the Qiankun Step. The moment his foot kicked in front of him, his body moved half a step away.
"Bang!"
Although Wu Yingjie's kick was in vain, a terrible roar came out. The strong energy tore the clothes on Tang Fan's chest to pieces and left a red mark on his chest.
"puff!"
No matter how strong Tang Fan's body was, his internal organs were still impacted, causing him to tremble and spurt out a mouthful of blood.
"You are nothing more than that!"
Wu Yingjie finally breathed a sigh of relief when he saw Tang Fan was injured.
"how so……"
David Lu murmured anxiously.
"Don't worry, Tang Fan has not yet exerted his full combat power. He is... fighting to support fighting!"
Dongfang Zhanlong had an indifferent look on his face. He had fought with Tang Fan before and knew how terrifying this kid was when he played with his life.
As for this mouthful of blood, in his opinion, Tang Fan probably did it intentionally.
If he wanted to endure it, he probably wouldn't spout it out.
"Yes, Lord Tang has not used any decent punches until now, but Wu Yingjie is different! Besides, with Lord Tang's methods..."
Xue Tou also had a relaxed look on his face. He was frightened for a while when he remembered the feeling he had when he was controlled by Tang Fan.
"Isn't that all?"
Tang Fan wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, his eyes shining with light.
"If you, Wu Yingjie, only have this ability, then... I will definitely win this battle!"
As soon as Tang Fan finished speaking, he leaned over and slammed into Wu Yingjie fiercely.
"Iron Mountain Damn!"
"Hmph, you can't learn my Baji Sect's Kung Fu!"
Wu Yingjie saw the origin of this move at a glance, and quickly waved his palms to protect his chest, trying to block Tang Fan's body from hitting him.
"Stupid, you are too confident!"
There was a hint of ruthlessness in Tang Fan's eyes, his Dantian trembled, and his immortal veins swayed. Even if he didn't use the immortal magic, his inner essence still evaporated on his own.
His forward body accelerated twice, causing its strength to explode several times beyond his own in an instant.
"Bang!"
Tang Fan's shoulder was like a hill, bumping into Wu Yingjie's palm extremely domineeringly.
"ah!"
Wu Yingjie's palms could not resist Tang Fan's powerful impact, and he bent his arms and hit his chest.
He wailed, and his body flew backwards. After landing, he staggered a few steps before he regained his balance.
"You...poof!"
Wu Yingjie finally couldn't hold back the impact of the breath and also spurted out a mouthful of blood.
"Hmph, if you had collided with me, maybe you wouldn't have been so seriously injured!"
A smirk appeared on Tang Fan's lips.
Learning and thinking in battle, while relying on the purple pupil divine eyes to observe the opponent's physical condition, is an ability that no one has.
But Tang Fan was different. With his purple eyes and the medical scriptures in his mind, he had a very good understanding of the structure of the human body and could see the opponent's weaknesses at a glance.
"You...are indeed very strong!"
Wu Yingjie spoke slowly and adjusted his breathing. Under the protection of his inner energy, his newly injured internal organs felt a little better.
Masters compete with each other within a matter of millimeters.
He admitted that he had been careless just now, otherwise Tang Fan would not have taken advantage of him.
"Come again!"
Tang Fan would not give him another chance to breathe. With the blessing of Qiankun Step, his body was like a cannonball. He was lying horizontally in the air with his legs in front, and he performed the Twelve Tornado Styles of the Iron Leg Gate.
His two legs were like two willows swaying in the wind, intertwined with each other, forming a large airtight net.
"Stop looking down on others. Today I will show you the ancient martial arts of the Baji Sect. Our most powerful one...is the kicking technique!"
Wu Yingjie stamped his legs hard on the ground, used the force to fly up, and also raised his legs to kick. He was trying to fight foot to foot.
"This is... the most superior kick technique of the Baji Sect, leaving no trace on the snow!"
Dongfang Zhanlong's face became solemn.
If Tang Fan's legs are like willows with needles hidden in the cotton, then Wu Yingjie's legs are like lightning and thunder.
One is soft and the other is strong, tit for tat.
"Although the Twelve Whirlwind Styles are famous for their softness and beauty, Lord Tang's Kung Fu has always been fierce and fierce. Under his performance, this set of kicks has undergone new changes."
Xue Tou analyzed carefully.
The duel between masters is also a rare opportunity for martial arts practitioners to gain insights.
No matter who wins this battle, it will eventually be circulated in the world for a long time.
While others were thinking about it secretly, their legs had already collided with each other!