Chapter 1573: One punch!

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Is there no one in Xuantian Palace? !
Ye Fan's question was like a nine-day thunder that exploded fiercely in the court.
mad!
It's crazy!
These words not only provoke Zheng Zhanpeng, but also scolded all the disciples of Xuantian Temple.
For a time, tens of thousands of Xuantiangong disciples in the field were enthusiastic and furious, and shouted:
"Presumptuous! With a trivial Yuan Ying cultivation base, I dare to curse Senior Brother Zheng who has turned the gods into his cultivation base?"
"What do you think you are from Yunhai Xianmen, you are invincible in the world?"
"Yunhai Xianmen is awesome, that's not your awesome!"
"Brother Zheng, cruelly abuse him, let him know how powerful our Xuantian Palace is!"
"Yes! Cut off his head and hang it directly to the gate!"
In the crowd.
Palace lord Xiao Shoutian stared at Ye Fan, frowned slightly, and said: "Qingxuan, is this the peerless Tianjiao you met on Fire Spirit Star?"
"Yeah!" Mu Qingxuan nodded and said, "Master, he is far stronger than he looks! He had won the God Burial Sword, and killed the fifth elder's body at the peak of the Golden Core! Now, his The strength is advancing by leaps and bounds, and it may be able to create miracles!"
Speaking of the end, Mu Qingxuan's beautiful eyes revealed the color of expectation, as if pinning his hopes on Ye Fan.
"Confused!"
Xiao Shoutian shouted in a low voice: "Even if he is strong enough to defeat Zheng Zhanpeng, but there is still the Fu family watching him! With so many elders in the Fu family, and Fu Kuishan, the second true immortal of the Tribulation, can he still be against the sky?"
Hearing this, Mu Qingxuan's pretty face paled, and the light that had just been lit in her beautiful eyes went out.
Yes……
Even if Ye Fan could cross the border to defeat Zheng Zhanpeng, the real enemies were Fu Kuishan and Jiang Ying.
It is almost impossible for Ye Fan to turn the tide on his own!
...
At this moment, Zheng Zhanpeng looked at Ye Fan and said, "Boy, you are even more arrogant than I thought, but there is no point in being aggressive!"
"one move!"
Suddenly, Ye Fan put up a finger and said loudly: "If one move can't kill you, I will kill myself on the spot!"
The language is not amazing and endless!
As soon as this statement came out, it was like a huge boulder hitting the calm water surface, causing a thousand waves of waves, causing an uproar in the arena.
Everyone in the field looked at Ye Fan with an incredible look.
madman!
A complete lunatic!
You know, Zheng Zhanpeng is the strongest of the young generation in Xuantian Palace, and his strength is beyond doubt.
If not, Miss Fu Jia would not admire him so much.
If you want to kill Zheng Zhanpeng with a single move, you must at least be a powerhouse of Rank Seven Transformation who has mastered the domain.
Now, Ye Fan, a cultivator of the Nascent Soul Stage, dare to say such a wild statement, how can everyone not be surprised?
At this moment, Zheng Zhanpeng seemed to be greatly humiliated, his eyes were red, his face was hideous, and he gritted his teeth and said: "Smelly boy, since you are looking for death, I will fulfill you! When you are in hell, don't forget to tell the king that the person who killed you is called Zheng Zhanpeng! "
Zheng Zhanpeng said, leaping out like a blue dragon, raising his right hand.
"Boom!"
The vitality of the world within 10,000 meters was emptied instantly.
Zheng Zhanpeng's palm, condensed a vast and surging energy, even if it is not sent out, it makes people feel incomparably powerful.
"Heaven-ranked low-grade combat skills-Eight Desolate Six Combination Palms!"
Zheng Zhanpeng pushed it out with a palm and pressed it against Ye Fan. The volume of the palm print was not large, but the power in it was extremely concentrated, as if it could sweep the wasteland and shatter Liuhe.
There were tens of thousands of Xuantiangong disciples in the audience with expressions of worship on their faces, exclaiming:
"This is the top combat skill of our Xuantian Palace. I didn't expect Senior Brother Zheng to successfully cultivate!"
"With Senior Brother Zheng's cultivation skills, coupled with the dominance of this combat skill, that stinky boy will undoubtedly die!"
"It's not just as simple as death, his bones and scum will be crushed and wiped out!"
"Huh! This is the fate of offending our Xuantian Palace!"
On the rostrum in the distance.
Fu Kuishan nodded in satisfaction and said, "Jiang Ying, you apprentice, very good! Since Xiaojing is in love with him, let them get engaged in a while!"
"It is an honor for Zhan Peng to be appreciated by Patriarch Fu, I agreed for him!" Jiang Ying said excitedly.
Being able to marry with the Fu family is profitable and harmless to Xuantian Palace.
...
"Die!"
At this time, Zheng Zhanpeng was pushing the eight wastes of six palms together, like a heroic God of War, only a few meters away from Ye Fan.
The eyes of the audience focused on the two of them.
Even Cao Yunxi and Fu Jing on the ring stopped fighting for a while and looked here.
Facing the menacing palm, not only was Ye Fan not afraid, but disdain appeared in his eyes, and he slowly pushed out his right fist.
However, Ye Fan's fist did not overwhelmingly overwhelmingly, it was ordinary and ordinary.
Three meters, two meters, one meter...
The distance between the two sides keeps shrinking.
"boom!"
Suddenly, above Ye Fan's right fist, extremely terrifying power erupted without warning, like ten thousand volcanoes erupting at the same time.
The ultimate strength actually tore the space apart forcibly, and the surrounding air was distorted, collapsed, and shocked, as if a black hole appeared out of thin air. Everything and everything touched it would be completely annihilated.
The original ordinary punch instantly turned into an extinction divine punishment, and even the gods and Buddhas did not dare to smash their sharp edges and could only retreat.
"How is this possible?!"
Zheng Zhanpeng's face changed wildly, and he no longer looked like he had held a winning streak, all his pride disappeared completely, and he was replaced by an unprecedented fear.
At such a close distance, he wanted to dodge his palms, but it was too late.
A strong shadow of death enveloped his soul, like a foot has stepped into a ghost gate.
"Do not!"
"impossible!"
"It's just a boy in the Nascent Soul stage, how can he be so terrible?!"
Zheng Zhanpeng's scalp was numb and horrified. He couldn't figure it out. Ye Fan hadn't used magical powers. The punch was so powerful.
He didn't know that Ye Fan's physical strength alone now has the power of five or sixty dragons, even the powerhouse of the Ninth Rank Transformation could not match it.
In addition, Ye Fan opened the acupuncture point in his arm and fully urged his internal energy. The peak power that burst out instantly was the power of five hundred dragons!
What a terrifying concept is this? !
Not to mention Zheng Zhanpeng, even the ancient fierce beast like Dali King Kong Demon Ape is far from Ye Fan's opponent.
"boom!"
With one palm and one punch, they collided in the air with a loud thunderous noise.
Immediately, an incredible scene appeared in the sight of everyone in the venue
Zheng Zhanpeng's eight waste six combined palms, fragile like thin paper, fell apart immediately.
But Ye Fan's fist continued to advance, and went straight forward, blasting into Zheng Zhanpeng's body abruptly.
One hundredth of a second.
Zheng Zhanpeng's body was completely shattered.
It was not tor