A layman can watch the fun, an expert can watch the door!
If Ye Fan's punch fell into the eyes of a mortal, I'm afraid there would be no mystery in it.
But most of the warriors present were the geniuses on the Hidden Dragon List, as well as many martial arts celebrities.
At this moment, they were all stunned, with expressions of disbelief on their faces, and huge waves in their hearts. They were so surprised that they couldn't be more surprised.
They never expected that the power of Ye Fan's punch would be as powerful as destroying the world.
Even though they were far apart, everyone was palpitating and depressed to the extreme, even having difficulty breathing.
One effort will bring down ten!
Crush everything with overwhelming power.
How tyrannical this is!
In the ring, Nie Ren, who was enveloped by the power of the boxing, was even more horrified.
Ye Fan in front of him seemed to have transformed into a god above the nine heavens, carrying the will of the sky and dominating all things.
The punch has not yet arrived, but the momentum has arrived!
The power contained in it is like a piece of blue sky falling. Not to mention the mortal body, not even mountains and rivers can resist it.
At this moment, everything in Nie Ren's sight dissipated, leaving only this punch that touched the origin of the avenue.
He even had the illusion that not only his physical body would be destroyed, but even the invisible three souls and seven spirits seemed to be knocked out of his body by this punch!
The soul is gone!
For the first time in his life, Nie Ren felt his own insignificance, just like an ant facing the Nine-Heaven Dragon. No matter how much he resisted, it was of no avail. He could only surrender and wait for death.
At this critical moment, Ye Fan suddenly withdrew his fist, like a high-speed train suddenly stopping. It was so sudden and completely violated the law of inertia.
But this also proves that his control over this punch has reached a state of ease.
At this moment, Ye Fan's fist was only three inches away from Nie Ren's face.
Even though Nie Ren's body was not injured, the domineering will contained in the fist was already blasted out.
One punch can break the soul, plunder the soul, attack the heart, and seize the will!
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The weak will kill themselves, the strong will die!
Previously, when Ye Fan was learning Bawang Fist from his father Ye Nantian, Ye Nantian had used similar magical powers to break the soul with his fist!
For a warrior, even if a limb is injured and the Dantian is destroyed, it is still possible to rely on heavenly materials and earthly treasures or extraordinary skills to embark on the path of cultivation again.
But if the warrior's soul is damaged, if he cannot overcome his inner demons, his realm may plummet and his strength may be damaged.
But now, Ye Fan's sharp punch completely captured Nie Ren's mind.
For a moment, the venue was completely silent, you could hear a pin drop, and it was deathly quiet.
All the warriors in the audience seemed to be under a restraining spell. They stood there dumbly, unable to move. Even their breathing was stagnant, and they were almost suffocating.
The punch from Ye Fan in front of them had an unprecedented visual impact and a psychological shock to them.
But Nie Ren, who had escaped the disaster, had dull eyes, dilated pupils, and a pale face, as if he had lost his soul.
After more than half a minute, Nie Ren's body was shaken and he shuddered before he recovered from the shock, with a little more color on his face.
However, his face was full of unconcealable fear, as if he had walked before the gate of hell, breathing heavily, and the clothes on his back were completely soaked with cold sweat.
After finally calming down, Nie Ren looked at Ye Fan in front of him, bowed deeply and said respectfully:
"Thank you, Mr. Bai, for showing mercy! I will admit defeat!"
Nie Ren knew very well that if Ye Fan hadn't stopped at the last moment, he would have definitely died on the spot with blood splattered on the spot.
Before that, Nie Ren realized the "Ruoshui" sword intention, and he inevitably felt complacent in his heart.
Until this moment, he didn't know that there are people outside the world, and there is a sky outside the world!
Ye Fan's punch made him tremble deep in his soul and he was completely impressed by it.
Immediately afterwards, Nie Ren flew off the stage without any hesitation.
And Ye Fan also slowly walked off the stage, his momentum was calm, he stood firm, neither arrogant nor discouraged, neither impatient nor impetuous.
It seems that for him, victory is a matter of course and everything is under control.
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Next, there is the showdown between Dongfang Mingyue and Fozi, which is also very exciting.
Although Dongfang Mingyue comes from a hidden sect and is a saint of the Yaochi sect, she is still too young, only 18 years old.
A few months ago, when she faced off against Ye Fan, she had just broken through to the peak of the Yellow Realm.
But now, she is already a strong person in the middle stage of the Xuan Realm. With such a speed of cultivation, it can be said that she is on a rocket, surpassing China and leaving countless geniuses behind.
But because of her age, in terms of realm, she is still a little behind compared to the Buddha who is at the peak of the Xuan realm.
In addition, the Buddha is the reincarnation of a living Buddha, possesses many mysterious magical powers, and his combat power is difficult to estimate using common sense.
Therefore, this competition can be said to be evenly matched.
After Buddha stepped onto the ring, he repeated his old tricks, sat cross-legged on the ground, clasped his hands together, and said:
"Amitabha, you are so good! Fairy Mingyue, this young monk is here to participate in the Qingyun Examination, and you don't want to fight. If you can defeat this young monk's magical power of Vajra Indestructibility, then this young monk will admit defeat!"
As he spoke, the Buddha twirled the rosary beads in his hands, and his body glowed with golden light, exuding a sacred aura, just like the Buddhist Dharma Protector Vajra.
Seeing this, Dongfang Mingyue's eyes froze, her red lips slightly opened and she said: "That's great!"
As she spoke, she didn't hesitate at all. She folded her jade hands on her chest, forming mysterious marks one after another.
"Whoa!"
The next moment, golden flames suddenly rose from her colorful feathers, which swelled in the wind and burned fiercely.
Bathed in flames, the bright moon in the east is unharmed.
Looking closely, you can find two golden flames emerging from her pupils, beating constantly. Although they are only the size of a fingernail, they give people the illusion that they can burn up an entire ocean!
"Boom!"
The golden flames spread quickly, and if Wu Tianshi hadn't set up the formation himself, it would have been able to cover the sky and the sun in an instant.
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"Oh my God...what the hell is going on?!" Someone in the audience immediately exclaimed.
They didn't know much about Dongfang Mingyue. Many of them even saw her for the first time. They only knew that she was a contemporary saint of the Yaochi sect, with a face that would make a country beautiful, but they didn't know what skills she possessed.
On the other side, a solemn look flashed in Ye Fan's eyes.
He is probably the person who knows Dongfang Mingyue best in the room.
A few months ago, during the unprecedented battle between the two, Dongfang Mingyue was severely damaged and fell into a "*" state before uncontrollably unleashing the Fire of Nirvana.
But now, she can exert such great magical powers while awake, which means that she can control the Phoenix bloodline in her body.
Such a speed of progress can be said to be a thousand miles, and even Ye Fan dare not underestimate it.
At this moment, a sacred aura erupted from Dongfang Mingyue's body, like a deep ocean, steadily overwhelming the Buddha.
Many warriors in the field seemed to have encountered a natural enemy. They were silent and trembling. They instinctively wanted to worship and bow their heads.
The beautiful eyes of the bright moon in the east are as bright as stars, the clothes move automatically without wind, the three thousand blue hairs dance crazily, and a charming cry:
"Fire-Phoenix-Liao-Yuan!"
As soon as he finished speaking, a phoenix tore through the space and suddenly emerged, as if it came from before the dawn of time.
"boom!"
For a moment, the flames soared into the sky and reached the sky.
Even though the phoenix is not an entity, but an illusion condensed from the fire of Nirvana.
When it appeared, the ground of the arena made bursts of "stabbing" sounds, as if it was about to vaporize.
Everyone in the audience felt as if they were in the crater of a volcano, their bodies were completely soaked with sweat, their skin was suffering from burning pain, and they were in agony.
"Pulling! Plopping!"
The next moment, the phoenix flapped its wings and spread its wings dozens of meters, as if it had found prey, and flew towards Buddha who was sitting cross-legged on the ground.
Wherever it passed, everything was burned and turned into smoke.
"Qiang!"
A high-pitched phoenix cry, like gold and iron clashing, resounded throughout the world and made people's eardrums vibrate.
In the sea of fire, the Buddha continued to chant Buddhist sutras.
Although real gold is not afraid of fire!
But compared with the fire of Nirvana, the golden light on his body became increasingly dim and seemed a bit insignificant.
The indestructible body of the Vajra is like porcelain being roasted by high temperatures, showing signs of cracks and may fall apart at any time.
In an extremely critical situation, Buddha could only helplessly shout:
"Fairy Mingyue has unparalleled magical powers, and the young monk is no match for me, so I surrender!"