“Go to hell!”
Tianlong Sanren's voice was rolling and the momentum was so great.
His palms, golden in color with a thick layer of purple, were about to be imprinted on Chen Feng's chest. The powerful force fluctuations seemed to be about to tear Chen Feng's body into pieces in the next moment.
At this moment, Chen Feng's fist had just been pushed out.
Chen Feng's fist seemed to be extremely slow, like a snail crawling, and it came out slowly. But in the blink of an eye, it was fully extended and hit Tianlong Sanren's palm.
Boundless and sharp aura continuously emitted from Chen Feng's fist, like a sharp sword, unstoppable.
This punch was not thrown casually by Chen Feng, but Chen Feng condensed his understanding of the sword. This punch had a tendency of breaking the sky sword. However, the breaking sky sword was made by gathering and fusing energy, but this punch was condensed with pure true essence.
The true essence of "Dragon Desire Xuanhuang Sutra"!
The fists collided, but surprisingly, no sound was made.
The Dragon Breaking Sun Palm seemed to be banned, leaving only the golden light and purple air in the palm constantly inhaling and exhaling, like a poisonous snake ready to attack.
The same was true of Chen Feng's fist, leaving only an endless and sharp fist wind lingering, like a tiger ready to pounce.
Victory or defeat depends on these two energies!
"Amitabha!" The Buddha of Light chanted a long Buddhist name, and before he knew it, a few beads of sweat had formed on his bald head. This phenomenon was extremely rare after he became a Nine Tribulations Loose Immortal.
The people in Huichun Hall below, however, were all concentrating and holding their breath, clenching their fists, looking at Chen Feng's towering figure with anticipation. Unknowingly, their fists were also wet.
"Haha, the winner is decided." Han Wei's laughter suddenly rang out again, as if he had already seen through the outcome of this battle.
"What do you mean the winner has been decided?" The beautiful middle-aged woman was slightly stunned: "Who do you think will win?"
"Chen Feng!" Han Wei said bluntly, with endless confidence in his voice.
"You're talking nonsense..." The beautiful middle-aged woman was about to refute, but she heard a "swoosh" sound. She turned around and saw that the sharp fist intent on Chen Feng's fist still broke through the golden light and purple air on the Tianlong Po Ri Palm, and hit Tianlong Sanren's palms fiercely.
“Pah pah pah pah—”
There were bursts of explosion sounds, and Tianlong Sanren's palms were like firecrackers, crackling non-stop, and with every explosion, a piece of flesh and blood was torn.
In the blink of an eye, Tianlong Sanren's hands had dropped limply, and for a while he was unable to muster any strength at all.
"Hehe, next, it's my turn to perform!" Chen Feng smiled coldly and threw out another hook punch.
This punch was not condensed with sword intent like the previous one, but was driven by pure physical strength.
However, anyone who dares to underestimate Chen Feng's physical strength is simply seeking death.
With a "bang", Chen Feng's hook punch hit Tianlong Sanren's face directly, who was unable to dodge due to the injuries on his hands.
"puff-"
Tianlong Sanren shook his head and several bloody broken teeth flew out.
"Boy, you will die a horrible death!" Tianlong Sanren ignored the burning pain on his face, let out a low cry, and moved his body, trying to get out of Chen Feng's attack range.
"You're still talking nonsense. If I don't beat you so hard today that even your grandma can't recognize you, I'm not named Chen!" Chen Feng shouted viciously, and then his figure flashed and he suddenly appeared next to Tianlong Sanren, and he threw another hook punch at the other half of his face.
"Teleport?" A thought suddenly popped up in Tianlong Sanren's mind, but he felt a mountain-like pain on his face again.
"puff-"
A few more broken teeth spurted out.
Tianlong Sanren was very anxious. This Chen Feng actually gave him the feeling of a leech. He couldn't avoid it just by teleporting.
"Chen Feng, you will regret this!" Tianlong Sanren cursed loudly, and raised a strong true energy in his hand, and was about to use another move.
"Regret! I'll make you regret it first!" Chen Feng's figure flashed again and teleported to the front of Tianlong Sanren. He threw out a quick punch, like a meteor, and hit Tianlong Sanren's front teeth hard.
“Crack—”
The front teeth were broken at that moment, and the huge force poured fiercely into the deep of Tianlong Sanren's throat.
"Chen Feng, I will fight you to the death!" Tianlong Sanren still roared stubbornly, but his leaky mouth made his voice sound extremely awkward.
"You're still talking stubbornly!" Chen Feng took advantage of the situation and continued to throw punch after punch at Tianlong Sanren, each one hitting him in the face.
Suddenly, Tianlong Sanren's face was as red as if a dyeing factory had opened, which was very spectacular.
This is how masters fight, either they are evenly matched, or once one side falls into a passive position, the battle becomes one-sided until one side is completely defeated.
Seeing Chen Feng beating up Tianlong Sanren, everyone watching the fight below felt terrified. Chen Feng was too cruel. Why didn't he hit anyone else but hit him in the face? How could Tianlong Sanren face people in the future
"Amitabha, donor, please stop!" Finally, the Buddha of Light could not stand it anymore.
After all, Tianlong Sanren was his companion, the one who was going to kill his way into the tombs of the immortals in search of opportunities. If he didn't help him at this moment, it would definitely leave a grudge in Tianlong Sanren's heart.
"Chen Feng, that's enough!" Han Wei also said at the right time: "The lesson has been taught, just let him go."
"You're lucky!" Chen Feng retracted his fist and distanced himself from Tianlong Sanren. He looked at the embarrassed Tianlong Sanren from a distance and asked contemptuously, "Old man, do you still dare to be stubborn?"
"… "
The three Tianlongs looked at Chen Feng in fear, but they didn't dare to say another word. At this moment, Chen Feng's momentum had risen, and even if he had a killer move that he hadn't used, he couldn't shake Chen Feng.
"My dear friend Chen Feng, you are very skilled. I understand." The Buddha of Light put his hands together and said, "Amitabha, if we are destined, we will see each other again in the future. Fellow Taoists, if there is nothing else, we will take our leave first."
Chen Feng curled his lips, secretly complaining. This bald man spoke nicely, but how could Chen Feng not hear the chilling tone in his words
Han Wei and the other three smiled and clasped their fists towards the Buddha of Light, saying, "Goodbye!"
The Buddha of Light chanted a Buddhist name, and then called out to Tianlong Sanren, and the two of them turned into two streams of light and flew away.
However, before Tianlong Sanren left, his face, which no longer looked like a human, flashed with two rays of resentment, which made Chen Feng murderous: "Old thing, don't fall into my hands. Next time, I won't let you go so easily."
"Haha, my friend Chen Feng is really strong. I really admire him." After the two left, the barefoot giant smiled at Chen Feng and said, "It just so happens that I also have a few pounds of strength. I wonder if my friend would be willing to do me the honor of exchanging some skills with me."
"Muye, don't forget why we're here today!" The beautiful middle-aged woman glanced at the barefoot giant, then turned around and looked at Han Wei: "Han Wei, you've seen this fight too, where is your partner?"
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