Four hundred and seventieth chapters fierce battle
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"You are wrong. The air is not shaking, but the air ripples caused by the fist wind are distorted. It is actually a phantom." Tie Zhanxiong shook his head and patiently explained a few words to these young birds.
"Huh! Break the sky!" Ye Fan was also aroused to the soaring arrogance in the young man's heart, and the inner energy stored in Shan Zhongyi surged out like a tide.
Soon a gray-blue armor-like thing formed on the fist. In fact, it was not a real armor, but the energy poured into the fist, causing the muscles to change color to gray-blue. From a distance, it looked like a coat of armor was draped over the fist.
Like a thin layer of gray armor, a shadow swayed past and hit Lang Potian's fist hard.
"boom!"
Colored lights flickered in the air like twisted ribbons. Two violent air bursts collided again in the air, and Ye Fan was bounced more than ten meters away by the air burst like a big bird. This time, the churning of energy and blood was really powerful, and he smelled of blood.
He was forcefully forced back into his belly.
Lang Potian stepped back more than ten meters, and his strength was clear at a glance. However, Lang Potian's face was not very pretty. Although this time it seemed that Ye Fan was at a disadvantage. In fact, it was Lang Potian who was more seriously injured.
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Because he felt as if his fist hit a hard iron armor. ("Piao Tian Literary Registered Member Recommends this Work") After all, the fist is made of flesh, how can it touch the iron armor? There was a ringing in the ears, Wolf
Potian felt as if the bones in his hand were slightly cracked, and the numbness and pain was very obvious.
Luo Xue Piaomei, who was watching the battle with a telescope in the distance, also sensed Lang Potian's situation with her keen eyes. She was so shocked that she almost bit her own tongue. She secretly thought:
"What is the background of this young man named Ye? The power of the fist is not inferior to that of the evil god. How old is he? It seems that his cultivation realm is slightly lower than that of Lang Potian. He is probably at the sixth level of Kaiyuan realm.
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If he waits until he reaches the sixth-level interception realm, he will be able to compete with the seventh-level masters. He is an incredible genius.
What should I do? I originally thought that Lang Potian was sure of winning him, but now it seems that it is no longer so sure. It's a 50-50 count.
What should I do if I really lose? This guy will be so shameless that he insists on me being his concubine. It’s so ugly, my little wife, but it sounds nicer. What should I do? I have to jump off the building."
At this time, Luo Xue Piaomei was full of regrets, and her heart was up and down like huge waves in the ocean. A martial artist made the heaviest promise. If he really wanted to fulfill his promise, he would have to dig a hole in the ground. The girl felt so sore and numb. She couldn't write it down.
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"Humph! It's okay to call him brother, but I won't obey even if he asks me to be his little wife?" Luo Xue Piaomei seemed to have made up her mind about the recommendation and decided to turn down the offer.
This girl's face is so red right now that it can drip red blood. It's like a match between a human and a peach blossom! But Luo Xue Piaomei also knows that if she really defaults on her debt, she will have to hide in the palace and never show up for the rest of her life.
What’s the difference between becoming a nun and becoming a nun? Otherwise, it would be embarrassing to step out.”
"Okay! Okay! Okay!"
"One last punch, and the Buddha Lotus will be released."
Instead, Lang Potian was aroused into a wild bloody excitement. It had been a long time since he had seen such a monk who could fight so satisfyingly.
I saw a ball of energy driven by the wind and overflowing from the body like mist and sand. The two fists were waving faster and faster, and gradually the whole body was covered in the shadow of the fists.
From a distance, the whole person was like a lotus cocoon with a faint golden color and wrapped in the shadow of a fist, rolling towards Jun Ruochen with a "rumbling" sound.
The momentum was quite strange and astonishing. The stands were stunned for a while. They were all turned into mummies. No one made even a little sound, as if they were afraid of breaking this weird scene. ("Piao Tian Literary Registered Member"
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"Damn it! People say that the unity of man and sword is the highest state of swordsmanship. It seems that Lang Potian has achieved the state of "the unity of man and sword."
A master! But I guess it's just a strange move. It's not enough for him to be able to combine the human fist into one. That is the "patent of the Innate Master."
Ye Ji secretly admired it, but was too embarrassed to throw out a few pieces of Xiaoli Dao. Give him a try.
An idea struck me, and I thought of my master's sword moves, "Moon Dance Lotus Terrace, Thousands of Flowers Blooming." Since you can conjure up sword flowers, why not try using fists instead of swords.
It was too late to respond now anyway, Ye Fan's gestures were tumbling. The Tai Sui fruit essence that had been stored in the dantian and had not been fully refined stirred up the dantian, forcing the breath of inner energy to emerge from his fists.
A faint yellow spark-like mist suddenly flashed in the air, and the shadow of the fist danced according to the sword moves.
Immediately, a "Moon Dance Lotus Terrace with Ten Thousand Flowers Blooming" formed by fists was formed in the air. Mixed with "Boom. Boom. A deep roar" and crashed into Lang Po.
"Boom!"
Like two hot air balloons that collided and exploded, the golden wind and yellow wind in the sky intertwined wildly.
The air in the surrounding space of more than ten meters was crackling and exploding. The sound of air colliding and exploding in the air was heard one after another.
"Papa"
In the end, the two virtual shadows of the ball hit each other, and they exchanged dozens of punches.
The underground blue lake water was shaken by the wind and waves, shaking like wild waves, forming rope-like water patterns that twisted wildly, performing the dance of the green snake.
"Ah! This is simply a performance of the dreamy Thousand-Armed Avalokitesvara, so beautiful!" Liu Chanyue cried out. The general glared at her, and she was so frightened that she quickly covered her cherry mouth.
"Is this still a human being?" Zhilian muttered. Her little mouth was so high that she didn't know when her saliva would flow out.
"Zi Liu!"
"Little boy, there are still 7 moves to make sure you don't get too proud." Lang Potian's face turned blood red, probably because he was angry.
I never dreamed that after three punches, I didn't get any benefits. If I can't deal with a guy who looks like he's barely over 10 years old, I'll really have no shame hanging around in the headquarters in the future.
"Swords fill the sky!"
Lang Potian roared again, and the roar shook the eardrums of everyone on the observation platform. A dark dagger-like sword with a ferocious wolf carved on it was drawn out of nowhere.
came out and was exposed in the air.
The sword exuded a smoke-like black aura, which was also mixed with mottled golden star points.
This sword is even more frightening when paired with Lang Potian's violent inner energy. The bloody aura made Ye Fan seem to smell a pungent smell of blood.
Lang Potian's hand gestures were dazzlingly complicated, and the sword twisted in the air like a spiritual snake.
Soon, hundreds of overlapping pentagonal sword flowers floated out one after another, forming a combined attack and attacking fiercely.
It seemed that Lang Potian was angry this time, and he would not be able to get off the stage if he did not earn back his face today. He even had a cruel plan to maim Ye Fan on the spot.
"Okay! Come to me with thousands of flowers blooming on the Moon Dance Lotus Terrace!"
Ye Fan was not to be outdone, and the pores all over his body suddenly opened his eyes as if opening a door. The air in the air blended together, and the faint breath of the sword spread out from Xiaoli Dao, making the air rustle. The breath of the sword seemed to be swallowed.
As soon as he vomited it, a large lotus flower with blades and a fan was soon transformed in the air, which faced the evil god's hundreds of five-pointed star-like sword flowers.
One hundred sword flowers bloomed in the air, looking so dazzling under the stimulation of the sun that all the experts on the observation platform bulged their eyes.
"Brother, do you think that sword flower is real?" a short soldier asked.
"It should be illusory, but it looks real. It's so real that it's fake, God!" Another soldier replied casually.
"Alas! Seeing this kind of high-powered sword flower, the so-called martial arts masters I saw before are all bullshit." Another soldier couldn't help but cursed out loud, suddenly woke up and quickly took a peek at several generals.
, now that they were also in a daze, they murmured a little fearfully: "Fortunately, this evil flower shadow is so charming, otherwise I would probably get scratched."
"Tie Tou, do you think Brother Ye's sword flower is more powerful or the evil spirit's sharpness?" Zhang Qiang couldn't help but ask.
"I can't say for sure! From the surface, it looks like the sword flower from Po Tian Wu is three times larger than Ye Fan's, but Ye Fan's sword flower seems to be bigger.
Potian's sword flower should be more solid, while Ye Fan's is more ethereal. I guess this is the reason why the inner strength is different due to the difference in the level of gongzhen.
And, "Moreover," Alas! I can't tell. But if Brother Ye's realm is the same as Potian's, I bet that Brother Ye will definitely win.
Alas! Young people are terrible! I underestimated Brother Ye's energy. I guess he is also a master of the sixth-level source realm." Tie Zhan couldn't help but sigh casually. He was secretly shocked. An old sixth-level master can only use a peerless genius.
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"Tie Tou, are you saying that brother Ye Fan is a sixth-level master?" Ma Yangchun's pupils suddenly widened a lot.
I originally thought that Ye Fan was only a fifth-level master, and he had already advanced to the fifth level for some years. The breath of inner energy should be much higher than Ye Fan. If Ye Fan was a sixth-level master, then I would be completely speechless. That 2
He deserves to be able to put up the car number plate.
In fact, Tie Zhanxiong is nicknamed the Cheetah's Marshal. If Ye Fan wore the No. 2 license plate, he would be the Young Marshal.
The members of the eighth internal core group could see the implications at a glance and guess that he was Cheetah's future successor.
"It's possible that the level of martial arts is difficult to identify, it can only be felt. And you can only feel it from the opponent's momentum when fighting. It's hard to find someone with a lower level than him, unless you ask Brother Ye to go back to the base and go through the instrument.
Measurement is the final step.”
Tie Zhanxiong couldn't be sure, and his words were somewhat mysterious, which made Ma Yangchun and political commissar Cai Zhengqiu look depressed.
At this moment, a crisp sound of swords clashing suddenly came from the small natural island in the lake.
The swords and flowers in the air all collided together, and the two of them jumped up to a height of about two meters, fighting straight from the air into the shallow lake water. I saw that the water in the lake was like iron pillars, and they were provoked to fight back against each other.
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"Ye Tong!"
After a strange noise, Ye Fan was thrown into the lake. Lang Potian, like a swimming fish, cut a hole in the water with a sword flower and plunged in.
The water in the lake spread like a fountain in the air, splashing up a mist-like water curtain that was nearly two meters wide and seven or eight meters high. As the lake water "chichi" sounded, the lake water seemed to be boiling.
It exploded.
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