The layman looks at the excitement, the insider looks at the doorway!
If Ye Fan's punch fell in the eyes of mortals in the world, I am afraid that there is no mystery.
But most of the martial artists present were Tianjiao on the Qianlong ranking, and many martial arts legends.
At this moment, they were all dumbfounded, their faces showed incredible expressions, and there was a huge wave in their hearts, and they were beyond surprise.
They never expected that Ye Fan would have the power to destroy the world with one punch.
Even though it was a long distance away, everyone was palpitated, depressed to the extreme, and even had difficulty breathing.
Ten will drop in one effort!
Overwhelming everything with overwhelming power.
How overbearing this is!
On the ring, Nie Ren, who was enveloped by his fist, was even more horrified.
Ye Fan in front of him seemed to be transformed into a above the nine heavens, carrying the will of the heavens and dominating everything.
The punch has not arrived, the momentum has arrived!
The power contained in it was like a blue sky falling, not to mention the mortal body, even mountains and rivers could not resist.
At this moment, in Nie Ren's sight, everything disappeared, only this punch that touched the origin of the Dao.
He even had an illusion that not only the physical body will be destroyed, but the invisible three souls and seven souls seem to be beaten out of the body by this punch!
Soul flies away!
For the first time in his life, Nie Ren felt his own insignificance, like an ant facing the Nine Heavens Dragon. No matter how much resistance he resists, it will not help.
At this critical moment, Ye Fan suddenly closed his fist, like a high-speed train suddenly stopped, abruptly, completely contrary to the law of inertia.
But this also proves that his control of this punch has reached the state of being able to retract and release freely.
At this moment, Ye Fan's fist was only three inches away from Nie Ren's face.
Even if Nie Ren's body was not injured, the domineering will contained in the fist had already been blasted out.
One punch can break the soul, plunder the soul, attack the heart, and win the ambition!
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The weak kill, the strong kill!
Before, when Ye Fan was learning Bawang Quan from his father, Ye Nantian, Ye Nantian had used a similar magical power to break his soul!
For a martial artist, even if his body is injured and his dantian is abolished, he may still re-enter the path of cultivation by relying on the treasures of heaven and earth or extraordinary techniques.
But if the soul of the samurai is damaged, if it is unable to overcome the demons, the realm will fall sharply and the strength will be damaged.
And now, Ye Fan gave a sharp punch, completely capturing Nie Ren's mind.
For a while, there was silence in the venue, and the needle drop was audible, and there was deathly silence.
All the martial artists in the audience, as if they were subjected to a fixation technique, stood still in place, unable to move, even their breathing was stagnant, almost suffocating.
Ye Fan's punch in front of them caused an unprecedented visual impact and soul shock.
Nie Ren, who had survived the catastrophe, had his eyes dull, his pupils dilated, and his face was gray, as if he had lost his soul.
After more than half a minute, Nie Ren's body was shocked, and he was shocked, only to recover from the shock, a little blood on his face.
However, his face was full of unconcealable fear, as if he had walked in front of a ghost gate, panting heavily, and the clothes behind him were completely soaked with cold sweat.
After finally calming down, Nie Ren looked at Ye Fan before him, bowed deeply, and said respectfully:
"Thank you Mr. Bai for being merciful! Let's surrender!"
Nie Ren knew that if Ye Fan hadn't stopped at the last moment, he would definitely be bloodied on the spot and be killed.
Before that, Nie Ren realized the sword intent of "Ruoshui", and it was inevitable that he felt complacent in his heart.
Until this moment, he didn't know that there are people outside the world, and there are days outside the sky!
Ye Fan's punch made him tremble in the depths of his soul, completely impressed by it.
Immediately afterwards, Nie Ren flew off the stage without any hesitation.
And Ye Fan also slowly stepped off the stage, his aura was condensed, Yuan Yu Yue Zhi, not arrogant or discouraged, neither rush nor impatient.
It seems to him that victory is a matter of course, everything is under control.
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Next, there is a duel between Dongfang Mingyue and Buddha, which is equally exciting.
Although Dongfang Mingyue came from the Sejong Sect and was a saint of the Yaochi school, she was too young after all, only 18 years old.
A few months ago, when she confronted Ye Fan, she just broke through to the peak of the Yellow Realm.
But now, she was already a strong person in the middle of the Profound Realm, and with such a speed of cultivation, it could be said that she was on a rocket and won the crown of China, leaving countless Tianjiao behind.
But because of the loss of age, in terms of realm, she is still a bit worse than the Buddha at the peak of the profound realm.
In addition, the Buddha was originally the reincarnation of a living Buddha, possessing many mysterious and supernatural powers, and his combat power was difficult to estimate with common sense.
So this competition can be said to be evenly matched.
After stepping onto the ring, the Buddha repeated the same technique. He sat cross-legged on the ground, folded his hands together, and said:
"Amitabha Buddha, kindness is kindness! Fairy Mingyue, the little monk came to participate in the Qingyun test this time, and he didn't want to meet each other. If you can break the little monk's magical power, the little monk will give up!"
As he said, the Buddha twisted the rosary in his hand, and his body was golden light, revealing a sacred breath, just like a Buddhist guardian diamond.
When Dongfang Mingyue saw this, his eyes drenched, and Zhu's lips opened slightly and said, "It's so good!"
As she said, she didn't hesitate, her jade hands folded on her chest, forming mysterious marks one after another.
"Huh!"
The next moment, on her neon feather coat, a golden flame rose unexpectedly, rising in the wind, and burning.
Bathed in flames, Dongfang Mingyue did not suffer any damage.
Looking intently, she could notice that two golden flames appeared in her pupils, constantly beating. Although only the size of a fingernail, it gave people an illusion, as if it could burn a whole ocean!
"Boom!"
The golden flames spread quickly, and if Tianshi Wu hadn't laid out the formation himself, it might be able to cover the sky and sun in an instant.
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"Oh my God...what the is going on?!" Someone exclaimed immediately in the audience.
They don't know much about Dongfang Mingyue. Many people even saw her for the first time, only knowing that she is a contemporary saint of the Yaochi school, with a face that is allure, but they don't know what technique she possesses.
On the other side, a solemn color flashed in Ye Fan's eyes.
He is probably the person who knows Dongfang Mingyue best in the field.
A few months ago, Dongfang Mingyue was severely injured in the battle between the two of them. After falling into a "" state, he uncontrollably displayed the fire of Nirvana.
But now, she was able to use such great supernatural powers in a sober state, which meant that she had been able to control the Phoenix bloodline in her body.
Such a speed of progress can be called a thousand miles, and Ye Fan dare not underestimate it.
At this moment, Dongfang Mingyue's body burst out with a sacred breath, like a deep sea like a sea, steady and stable over the Buddha.
Many warriors in the arena seemed to have encountered natural enemies, shivering and shivering, and instinctively gave birth to the meaning of worshipping and bowing their heads.
The beautiful eyes of Dongfang Mingyue are as bright as stars, and the clothes are windless, and the three thousand blue silks dance wildly, with a sigh:
"Fire-Phoenix-Liao-Yuan!"
As soon as the voice fell, a phoenix tore through the space and suddenly appeared, as if it had come from before the prehistoric land.
"boom!"
For a time, the flames blazed into the sky and went straight to the sky.
Even if the phoenix is not an entity, it is an illusion formed by the condensed fire of Nirvana.
When it appeared, the ground of the ring made bursts of "stabbing" sounds, as if vaporization was about to occur.
The people in the audience seemed to be in the crater, their bodies were completely wetted with sweat, and their skin was suffering from burning pain.
"Fluttering! Fluttering!"
The next moment, the phoenix flapped its wings and spread out its wings for several tens of meters, as if it had found its prey, and flew towards the Buddha who was sitting cross-legged on the ground.
Wherever he went, everything was burned and turned into green smoke.
"Chang!"
A high-pitched phoenix roar resounded like gold and iron, making the tympanic membrane shake.
In the sea of fire, the Buddha continued to recite Buddhist scriptures.
Although real gold is not afraid of fire!
But compared with the fire of Nirvana, the golden light on his body is getting dimmer and looks a little insignificant.
The incorruptible body of King Kong, like porcelain being burned at high temperature, shows signs of cracking, and may fall apart at any time.
In extreme danger, the Buddha could only cry helplessly:
"Fairy Mingyue has supernatural powers, the little monk is not an opponent, so give up!"
