In the martial arts field, Ye Futian was practicing boxing at this time.
His boxing style seems to have a wonderful rhythm, opening and closing, like an emperor.
In the boxing technique, there are dragons, ape howls, and thunder to break through the air. He is extraordinary. His body moves and flickers, galloping like a peng bird, but under the powerful oppressive force, his movements are like clouds and flowing water.
After practicing the boxing technique, he raised the long stick again, only practicing with pure strength, still making terrible sonic booms.
Tian Xing Nine Strikes did not gather momentum, but waved with pure power to control its rhythm, but it was also because of the lack of the power to gather heaven and earth that each of his movements became more difficult and needed more power. , What's more, in the martial arts field, holding a giant stick.
But Ye Futian continued to practice again and again, sometimes his movements were blocked, the sonic boom was harsh, and people kept looking at him. As Ye Futian smashed out with a stick, it seemed that there was an invisible force that became more and more terrifying.
With his dancing stick, there was a terrible crackling sound in his body, the dragon's roar became louder and louder, the thunder was violent, and his bloodline seemed to be roaring and tumbling crazily.
Finally, as Ye Futian swept out with another stick, the void seemed to tremble for it. Above his body, a stronger aura spread out, martial arts refining the realm, and the eighth-order magic phase.
He glanced at Yu Sheng's side, and saw that Yu Sheng was looking up at the huge stone statue in the void. He had already broken through the realm a few days ago. This is Ye Futian's method of teaching Yu Sheng. Observing the stone statue can temper his spiritual power.
This martial arts field itself is a place suitable for martial arts practitioners to practice, Zong Xu Shan, he is good at martial arts ability.
But Ye Futian is also used to cultivate spiritual power.
He put down the stone stick, looked up at the stone statue in the air, and the thoughts of the great free view revolved. The stone statue suddenly became clear, as if it had come alive. Faces appeared, and the pressure came and became extremely terrible, oppressing his mental power. .
Ye Futian didn't care at all, so he stared at the stone statue and used his mental power to withstand the pressure, and soon sweat oozes out of his forehead. The pressure of mental power is more painful than the pressure of the physical body. , Ye Futian needed to rest and then refine martial arts.
Finally, after a few more days, Ye Futian's mental power, sitting in the canyon, also broke through the realm.
Both martial arts and mage abilities have reached the eighth-order dharma level, and they are getting closer and closer to the heavenly realm. When they were practicing in Qingzhou City before, the heavenly position was legendary.
Standing up, Ye Futian stepped out, holding a stone stick, looking up at the edge of the canyon, and said loudly: "If you want to challenge the people in the realm of the heaven under the heavy mountain, please wait at any time."
The voice echoed in the martial arts field, and countless eyes fell on Ye Futian's body in an instant, did he finally begin to accept the challenge
The defeat of Xiahouchu more than two months ago made many people eager to try.
Now, he is really crazy enough to challenge anyone in the lower realm with the realm of Dharma.
The realm of the next heaven, but includes the first level to the third level of the heaven.
In the void, a figure stood proudly, sweeping in the direction where Ye Futian was.
He stepped out and walked to the top of the gorge, and countless eyes fell on the person, his burly body, explosive flesh, and short hair that looked extremely delicate.
Mobei, the second-tier tyrannical figure.
"It's Senior Brother Mobei." Many people exclaimed. Mobei is also a very famous disciple on the heavy mountain. They saw a terrifying pressure falling from the body from the void to the bottom.
Ye Futian raised his head and looked at the opponent, a force of gravity pressed, as if not alone, but a mountain smashed down towards him.
"boom."
The white brilliance gleamed, and Mobei's legs seemed to have turned into mountain peaks, stepping down, trying to crush everything under his feet.
Ye Futian raised his head, the long stick in his hand was spinning and dancing, and his power became stronger and stronger. Gradually, a terrifying hurricane storm took shape, as if it was brought about by the dancing of a long stick. The terrifying coercion permeated the sky and the earth, and the monstrous force gathered. , Ye Futian slammed the long stick in both hands, and then slashed towards Mobei where the void descended.
At this moment, the long stick is like a dragon, the wind and clouds change, and Mobei is like a stone statue of a prince, smashing everything.
At the moment of the collision, there was a loud crackling sound, and then everyone saw the rock cracking, and Mobei's body flew directly into the sky, going faster and more violently than when it came.
A mouthful of blood spilled down from the void, and everyone saw that Mobei's body was like a duckweed without roots. It was obviously injured. Someone flickered and caught his body.
A few more mouthfuls of blood spurted out, and Mo Bei's face was pale and bloodless.
"This..." The hearts of everyone trembled fiercely, only feeling a shock.
How might Mobei volley come to an end, unexpectedly ended in such a bleak ending.
"Who else?" Ye Futian looked up at the sky above, with a long stick standing beside him, like a god, the coercion in the canyon is still there, but now Ye Futian seems to be unaffected.
He tempered his body in the martial arts field, and his body became stronger. He swept out with a thousand catties of stone sticks, gathered momentum and hit, and the power is conceivable. Now he has entered the realm of the eighth-order magic phase. How could Mobei, the strong man on the second floor, suppressed with flesh and blood, how could he withstand such a blow
Ye Futian's voice echoed in the gorge, shocking the crowd, countless eyes staring at the handsome figure, the disciples who practiced on the heavy mountain were slightly depressed, but this was their home court, and Ye Futian ran to show off.
However, Mobei was defeated, and there were not many people who were able to defeat Ye Futian for people within the realm of Xiatian.
At this moment, a straight figure in the void shot straight into the canyon, with a loud bang, and the entire canyon martial arts field trembles.
The bodies of the people also trembled. They looked in that direction and saw a huge body appearing like a giant.
Ye Futian looked at each other with a weird look. He had never seen a person of this size. Yu Sheng was already extremely burly, but this person was actually a head taller than Yu Sheng, and his whole body was full of flesh. , Standing there is like a mountain.
"Turing, is he going to make a move?"
Everyone saw the figure's eyes frozen in it, many people looked in one direction, and a young man stood with his hands. It was Zhong Lihen, the personal disciple of Zong Xu Shanchang, and was hailed as the first disciple of Chongshan, in the realm of Wanghou Talent is extremely high.
Turing is also a direct disciple of Zong Xushan, and only listens to him.
Turing's move now is obviously an order from him.
Zhong Li hated standing with his hand, and he knew how strong Turing's talent was. If it was pure power, there would be no second person in the whole mountain.
Ye Futian swept the disciples of Chongshan, Turing shot, and let's make the Chongshan stand up.
Turing's huge body is like a pile of meat mountains. He walked to the side, then raised a terrifying stone hammer and stepped towards Ye Futian. His eyes were full of fierce light, and his feet ran, so huge. The body, his speed is not slow at all, every step he takes is like the earth is shaking.
Ye Futian actually felt a very strong sense of oppression from the opponent, the long stick danced, and Ye Futian's body rotated, gathered a shocking blow, and swept towards Turing.
Turing smashed down with a huge stone hammer and collided with Ye Futian's long stick.
"Bang..." A terrifying loud noise came out, and Ye Futian's body exploded.
His long stick continued to dance, trying to gain momentum, but seeing the spirit leaping forward one step at a time, another hammer fell down, with a loud bang, Ye Futian's body was directly knocked out, and his footsteps were unstable. The long stick rubbed the ground to stabilize the body and not fall.
"The third level of the heavenly position, born with supernatural power." Ye Futian looked at Turing, this was a monster like Yu Sheng.
"Boom, boom." Turing continued to step forward with fierce eyes, Ye Futian stood up, but saw a figure rushing forward, for the rest of his life, he was holding a Fangtian halberd, like a demon god descending from the sky, toward the picture The spirit kills.
Turing raised his hands, slammed it with a bang, and was smashed into the air for the rest of his life.
"Good explosive power."
Ye Futian stared at each other, Turing stood there, as if he had become one with the stone statue above the canyon. He was a born giant.
Turing's strength is much more terrifying than Luo Junlin.
The people above the canyon looked at the battlefield below. They were not surprised. If someone could defeat Ye Futian in the next heaven realm, then this person must be Turing.
Zong Xushan once said that Turing's supernatural power is the strongest he has ever seen.
It's a pity that Turing's brain is not very clever.
"Boom." Turing stepped forward and continued towards Ye Futian. Looking at the Roshan, Ye Futian said, "Big man."
Turing's footsteps stopped, the fierce light was revealed, his expression seemed to swallow Ye Futian.
"The strength is good, what's your name?" Ye Futian asked.
Turing stared at him with fierce eyes, and then continued to move forward, every step like a shock.
Another hammer fell, and this time Ye Futian did not resist, and his figure flashed, avoiding the blow like a gust of wind, and came into the air to stare at the opponent.
Turing raised his head to look at Ye Futian, his eyes still fierce, and he attacked again.
Ye Futian flickered continuously, did not collide with him head-on, everyone's eyes flickered, it seems that Ye Futian is also smart, did not choose to collide head-on with Turing, let alone such a big difference, even in the same state, Ye Futian's power Not necessarily comparable to Turing.
"It's fierce." Ye Futian stared at him fiercely at Tu Ling.
"Are you only hiding?" Turing finally said in a deep voice.
"Fighting is not just a pure force collision. There are many ways to defeat you, but I appreciate your strength and don't want to hurt you." Ye Futian said, other mountains in the academy still have talented people, this Turing power , He has only seen the rest of his life be above him!
Many people were speechless for a while, this guy was chased so embarrassed that he only knew to dodge, and even dared to speak up