"Senior Wuming, Senior Brother Feng, Senior Brother Yun, please don't interfere. Today I will see how powerful this boxing god's boxing skills are."
Duan Fengyun clenched his hands into fists, and his hands suddenly turned into the shape of ice, which was the Tianshuang Fist.
"Your Excellency, please!"
After Duan Fengyun spoke, he used Tianshuang Fist to attack the boxing god.
The boxing god smiled, clenched a fist with one hand and collided with Duan Fengyun's Tianshuang Fist.
The god of boxing has been immersed in boxing for decades and can be said to be a master of boxing. Duan Fengyun is no match for him even if he uses Tianshuang Fist, one of the three unique martial arts in the Central Plains.
After the two fists exchanged punches, Duan Fengyun was directly knocked back several steps by the fist power of the boxing god.
"Junior Brother Duan, are you okay?"
Nie Feng and Bu Jingyun asked.
Duan Fengyun shook his head and replied:
"It's okay."
Duan Fengyun smiled and said:
"The God of Boxing really deserves his reputation. It seems I can't beat you with my fists. In this case, I have to use my special move."
After saying that, Duan Fengyun picked up the Duel Sword that was stuck on the ground. After getting the Duel Sword, Duan Fengyun's whole temperament changed.
Duan Fengyun began to slowly let go of the thought of the magic sword in his mind, and his eyes turned into magic eyes, his red eyes staring at the god of boxing with contempt for everything.
The boxing god saw the strange Duan Fengyun and said:
"I don't care what tricks you have, just look at my famous boxing skill - Double Thunder Strike."
Suddenly there was thunder in the sky, and the Fist God's move could actually cause changes in the celestial phenomena.
The fists of the boxing god were as fast and fierce as thunder and lightning, attacking Duan Fengyun fiercely.
But Duan Fengyun, who had opened his magic eyes, had already predicted the movements of the Fist God, and teleported directly behind the Fist God.
Duan Fengyun wielded the sword directly with his feet, using the seventh form of the magic sword, Demon Stepping Seven Stars.
I saw Duan Fengyun seal the seven major acupoints of the Fist God with a series of flying kicks, and then slashed at the Fist God's back with the invincible force of the magic sword.
The boxing god felt a chill in his back. Even though the seven acupuncture points were sealed by the magic knife, he still directly defended against the magic knife's move.
Seeing that this move was broken, Duan Fengyun teleported again to increase the distance between him and the boxing god.
The god of boxing was also in a state of turmoil. Duan Fengyun's sword technique was too terrifying. He had never seen such a terrifying and strange sword technique. The sword technique attacked his vital parts with every move.
Fortunately, he has seen many strong winds and waves over the years and reacted in time, otherwise he would have gone down to see the King of Hell just now.
The boxing god knew that if he kept hiding his clumsiness, he would be afraid that he would confess it here, not to mention that he wanted to take away Jue Wushen.
The god of boxing clenched his fists with both hands, and shouted with the energy flowing throughout his body:
"Duan Fengyun, try my move - punching the void."
I saw a sudden change in the wind and clouds, the sky was suddenly covered with dark clouds, and there were thunder and lightning.
This move of punching the void is the ultimate killing move of the god of boxing. This move is a boxing technique that the god of boxing learned through observing the cycle of four seasons and the passage of time when he was trapped in the boxing grave for decades.
This move, like the old Sword Twenty-Three, has broken through the scope of boxing and reached the realm of gods.
The boxing god in front of Duan Fengyun had turned into a fist, and thunder and lightning flashed around the fist.
Duan Fengyun sensed the terrifying power of this move through his magic eyes, which for a moment could not predict the next move of this move.
Duan Fengyun did not dare to take it lightly. After some thought, he decided to use the Blood Blade Demonic Skill, the last move of the Demon Sword that the Evil Emperor had repeatedly warned him to use with caution.
Duan Fengyun completely unblocked the magic sword thought in his mind, and the freed magic sword thought said in an eerie tone:
"Look, you have to look at me at the critical moment."
Duan Fengyun replied:
"Stop talking nonsense. If you can't handle this martial arts god and the reputation of the magic sword is in vain, then I will abolish my martial arts skills."
Duan Fengyun voluntarily let go of control of his body and let the magic knife mind control his body.
The Demonic Sword's mind, which has full control over Duan Fengyun's body, is now extremely happy. With his demonic nature, he loves killing and fighting, but he has been suppressed by the Dragon Vein, causing him to almost collapse.
I saw Duan Fengyun smiling arrogantly:
"God of Boxing, thank you for allowing me to experience the pleasure of killing and fighting."
The boxing god said without knowing why:
"Duan Fengyun, stop pretending to be a ghost here. Just take a punch from me."
The boxing god struck Duan Fengyun with one punch. The momentum of this punch was like splitting the sky and splitting the earth, as if it could shatter the sky.
Duan Fengyun laughed and said:
"Well done, Blood Blade Demonic Skill."
The fiery red duel sword, combined with the bloody sword energy, made Duan Fengyun's whole body seem to be surrounded by a stream of blood. The scene was extremely terrifying and bloody.
Duan Fengyun's whole body turned into a bloody sword and rushed towards the boxing god.
The fist transformed by the boxing god collided with the bloody sword transformed by Duan Fengyun.
Suddenly the sky turned dark and the air was filled with a chilling feeling.
After a collision, both of them turned into human forms, and Duan Fengyun was knocked six or seven meters away.
Duan Fengyun stood up and spat out a mouthful of blood. The Demon Sword's thoughts had been suppressed by him again.
The boxing god laughed wildly:
"Duan Fengyun, even though your sword moves are exquisite and magical, you are still no match for me."
Duan Fengyun stared at the boxing god's chest and said with a joking smile:
"Fist God, are you sure?"
The boxing god lowered his head and then noticed that Duan Fengyun's sword was stuck on his chest.
In the exchange between the two just now, Duan Fengyun used his back that had been integrated into the dragon's veins to resist the punch of the Fist God, and then thrust the duel sword into the Fist God's chest.
The boxing god looked at the Duel Sword on his chest. Not knowing the horror of the Duel Sword, he smiled disapprovingly and said:
"Duan Fengyun, it's a pity. My body has already been reinforced with iron bones. Your sword did not hit my vitals. You are happy too early."
Duan Fengyun replied:
"Really? Who told you that my sword must hit someone's vital part?"
As soon as Duan Fengyun finished speaking, the boxing god felt something was wrong.
The sword on his chest was actually devouring his blood, and it was devouring it very quickly.
The god of boxing used all his remaining strength to pull out the duel sword, and immediately threw it to the ground after pulling it out.
He is now extremely afraid of Duan Fengyun, this guy is already evil enough, and his sword is even more evil, it can also swallow people's blood.
The boxing god who had been devoured a lot of blood by the duel sword looked pale. After so many years in the world, this was the first time he had suffered such a big loss.
Nie Feng and Bu Jingyun walked to Duan Fengyun and said:
"Junior Brother Duan, you've enjoyed yourself now. It's time for us to take action."
The boxing god couldn't help but feel ashamed. These guys actually wanted to kill him in a wheel battle.
Duan Fengyun was already too much for him, and beside him there were two Nie Feng and Bu Jingyun who had similar auras to him, as well as the veteran Shinhwa Wuming.
He was probably in danger today. He had just punched the grave, and he never thought that he would die here today.
Just when the boxing god was preparing to die in battle, Jue Wushen, who had been let go, had already walked to Yan Ying's side.