The terrifying energy shock wave swept towards the surroundings in an instant.
Large tracts of space, like waves, are constantly rolling towards the outside.
If you want to dislike such a degree of spatial shock in the ancient Canglan world, only the supreme power can do it.
If anyone who is unaware of this scene will definitely think that there are two supreme powerhouses fighting at the scene.
This also shows that Lin Fan used the Star Tribulation Fist that had condensed to the extreme under the superposition of the thirty-two curses, and its strength had reached the highest level!
With his cultivation level of entering the realm of creation, he was able to launch an unparalleled attack. Lin Fan's punch shocked everyone present.
Ye Lingyun, Mu Tianhan and Zhao Bao were about to rush forward, but seeing this, their faces changed and hurriedly retreated, while swinging their swords to resist the terrifying impact.
Fortunately, they were one step slower.
If he rushed to Deng Qingming in advance, the power of this punch would probably be enough to threaten their lives.
I'm afraid even Deng Qingming would not feel good if he was attacked with such a powerful force?
soon.
The energy storm gradually subsided.
The rolling space has also stabilized.
A figure gradually appeared.
It’s Deng Qingming!
When everyone saw him, everyone's heart sank.
Because there was no trace of injury on Deng Qingming's body, and even his hairstyle was not messy, and there was no wrinkle on his clothes.
It was just that the barrier that stood in front of him was broken.
Deng Qingming actually perfectly blocked Lin Fan's all-out explosion of Star Tribulation Fist!
"You can actually launch an attack of superior level. To be honest, the surprise you brought to me is getting bigger and bigger." Deng Qingming gently shook the paper fan, squirting the wind, and his hair was flying, "Maybe I can't call you anymore."
Little loach, um, I think about it, kitten? Haha, that's right, kitten is more suitable for you."
As he spoke, Deng Qingming's expression became excited.
It seems to be happy to find the right metaphor.
Lin Fan was gasping heavily, his eyes full of horror.
He really didn't expect that such a powerful Star Tribulation Fist would not cause any damage to Deng Qingming.
Deng Qingming is really too strong.
It's so strong that it's desperate.
But Lin Fan is definitely not a person who will easily despair.
He took advantage of the fact that the Blood Evil Crazy Curse was still there, and he roared and rushed directly towards Deng Qingming.
This time, Lin Fan did not reserve it at all.
Divine snail wave!
The border marker!
Too Huangtian Palm!
Hongmeng Nirvana Demon Eyes!
Also, Star Tribulation Fist!
Lin Fan launched several attacks in an instant.
Invisible spiritual impact, strange black light, huge energy palm prints, gray beams of fingers, and gray fist prints full of dead aura.
It poured towards Deng Qingming almost at the same time.
Ye Lingyun's pupils shrank slightly.
If it were him, he would probably not be able to stop such a powerful attack.
But Deng Qingming responded quite relaxedly.
His right arm kept dancing, and the paper fan brought waves of afterimages, quickly building a defensive barrier around his body, protecting him perfectly.
The next moment.
"Boom boom boom boom boom boom boom!"
A series of explosions rang out in a dense manner.
Deng Qingming suffered a terrorist attack of coverage.
The surrounding space was completely unable to bear it and began to collapse.
But what shocked Lin Fan was that Deng Qingming's relaxed joke came from the area covered by artillery fire.
"Not bad, you little cat, have a lot of trump cards."
"In my opinion, even when facing the powerful in the early stage, you have a high chance of getting out of here and there."
"But you have to know that in this world, you are not the only one who can fight above the level."
"Although I, Deng Qingming, have not yet reached the supreme level, Isn't I my opponent?"
"Hahaha!"
“Too weak too weak!”
"It's rare to meet an interesting person, you can work harder."
“…”
The more fierce Lin Fan's attack was, the more relaxed Deng Qingming's voice became.
Soon, Ye Lingyun, Mu Tianhan and Zhao Bao also joined the team that bombarded Deng Qingming.
Three people, three swords, and sharp sword energy slashed at Deng Qingming.
However, under the crazy attack of these four people, Deng Qingming's defense barrier was still strong and he was standing up, and there was no sign of breaking.
"Born! It's really boring!"
Deng Qingming shook his head and opened his hands suddenly.
There was a "bang" sound suddenly, and the barrier exploded.
At the same time, Lin Fan and the four of them were all attacked back.
The four of them changed suddenly.
But he didn't have time to dodge and was actually shocked by his own attack.
Deng Qingming stood proudly in the void, with a feminine face, but his aura was extremely domineering.
Everyone felt a deep sense of despair.
Deng Qingming is probably the only way to defeat Deng Qingming, the top three cabinet disciples in Jian Pavilion or Knife Pavilion.
Ye Lingyun is the eldest disciple of the Thirteenth Branch Hall, but in the entire Jiange, his ranking is only among the top ten.
If he was in the peak state, he might have been able to take a few moves under Deng Qingming's hands, but now Ye Lingyun is at the end of his strength and even Baishan is difficult to resist, let alone Deng Qingming.
Even if Lin Fan, Mu Tianhan and Zhao Bao are added, it is still not enough.
"The game is over."
Deng Qingming smiled slightly.
Then, he closed the paper fan, held the paper fan in his right hand, and gently patted it in his left hand.
Anyone who is familiar with Deng Qingming knows that this is his habitual action before killing people.
When Deng Qingming began to pat the paper fan lightly, it meant that he was going to kill someone.
"Tianhan, take your junior brothers and sisters to retreat!"
Ye Lingyun's eyelids twitched, and after leaving a word, he was about to rush towards Deng Qingming.
Mu Tianhan grabbed Ye Lingyun's arm and said, "Senior Brother, take them away!"
"Haha, it's really a touching brotherhood. I'm about to cry when I see it. But you don't have to give in, because none of you can leave!" Deng Qingming had a bright smile on his face.
, but said something that made people feel cold all over.
After saying that, a cold light flashed in Deng Qingming's eyes.
His figure shook and disappeared directly.
Lin Fan, Ye Lingyun and others quickly took full advantage of their guard.
But at this critical moment, two sword lights suddenly came from the sky.
At the same time, a magnificent voice came.
"How dare you hurt my disciples of Jiange!!!"
This voice is extremely domineering, like thunder, which makes many people's eardrums hurt.
"Don't ask the heavens?"
"I didn't expect that even he came."
"Oh, it's boring, boring, little cat, let's go here first this time."
"Next time, I'll play with you. Then I won't let anyone disturb us."
Deng Qingming left a few words and disappeared directly.
When he left, Heishui and others became embarrassed.
Heishui cursed in his heart, and quickly swept his spear and forced Lin Muyang to retreat, turning around and rushing towards the other side.
But just before he rushed out, a huge golden lightsaber suddenly shot from the sky.
The golden lightsaber is a hundred meters long, and the golden light is dazzling, causing a sharp whistling sound.
In an instant, Heishui burst into a blood mist.
The power of a sword, the Black Water, who was in the Great Perfect Realm of Creation, was so heartbroken that he could not die again.
Deng Qingming retreated, and the white mountains and black waters followed one after another. The remaining Wuyinmen who had only three stages of creation could not escape death.
"The Great Sun Reincarnation Sword is Senior Brother Mo Wentian!"
When Ye Lingyun saw the golden giant sword, he felt relieved and collapsed softly on the ground.
He had been forcibly supporting him before, but now when he saw the reinforcements of his fellow disciples, he felt that the string in his heart was relaxed, so he naturally couldn't hold on.
The next moment.
Two sword lights fell down.
At the moment of landing, it turned into two figures.