The strongest collapse system

Chapter 293 Yan Yang
The moment the sound of the bell and cauldron fell, Wang Fan put away his smile, his figure moved in front of Zhang Xiaofan like a magic transformation, and lightly struck out with his right fist.

This punch didn't make the slightest whistling sound, nor did it bring any energy, but in Zhang Xiaofan's eyes, he felt that all the space around him was blocked, and he even had a kind of initiative to jump towards this punch impulse.

The next moment, the entire arena suddenly boiled with scorching heat, and a magnificent flame seemed to be born in the void.Behind the burning flames, Wang Fan was like an ancient Vulcan, his whole person was different. The fiery flames caused waves of smoke to float in the air, and even Wang Fan's face looked a little blurry.

Zhang Xiaofan felt like he was exposed to the sun naked in the vast, arid and hot desert of yellow sand, he was about to dry out and lack water, and he was on the verge of dying of thirst.He clenched the Soul Eater tightly, and the cold feeling was transmitted from the Soul Eater Stick, and his body felt a little better.

This is the Holy Fist, Yan Yang!

Although Wang Fan still has reservations about this punch, it is the first time he has punched seriously since participating in the Qimai Martial Arts Competition.Faced with this move, Zhang Xiaofan activated his magic weapon, and the Soul Eater went up to him at a very fast speed.

Wang Fan's fist advanced at an astonishingly high speed, and slammed into the Soul Eater.

Bang!
Under everyone's incredulous gazes, Zhang Xiaofan looked vulnerable, as if he was seriously injured, he flew backwards, the Soul Eater even lost its light, circling in the air and flying back to the direction of its master.

All of a sudden, everyone in Dazhu Peak stood up, and the impatient ones like Du Bishu and others even cried out.

With a sound of "pa", Zhang Xiaofan's back hit the protective light shield of the ring, and then fell down, his throat was sweet, a mouthful of blood sprayed out, and landed on the soul-eating stick that flew back, with a bit of blood color, and then quickly seeped in.

Wang Fan's punch was so powerful that everyone was shocked.

With just one punch, the top four disciples of the younger generation were seriously injured and fell to the ground, as if they had no power to fight back. If there was no formation covering the ring, Zhang Xiaofan would have been knocked out of the ring and lost the competition.

Just horrible!
The other disciples of the other lines watching the battle all changed their expressions, looking at Wang Fan full of awe.

Tian Buyi's chubby face was full of anger, and he couldn't help cursing: "You bastard!"

Senior Brother Song Daren also had a look of dissatisfaction on his face: "It's true that Seventh Brother is serious about it, and I don't know how to give in to Old Eighth Brother!"

On the other hand, Tian Ling'er, who was watching the battle from the sidelines, had a calm face, and said lightly: "If Junior Brother Da Fan really gives in, then Xiao Fan will definitely not be happy, you see!"

Tian Linger pointed at the ring.

The disciples of the Great Bamboo Peak looked in the direction she pointed, and immediately saw a scene that shocked their hearts.

Zhang Xiaofan, who was seriously injured by a punch, has already stood up staggeringly, his face is pale, his eye sockets are bloodshot, and he looks extremely weak, but there is a smile on his face.

"Thank you!"

But Wang Fan didn't say you're welcome, without any hesitation, with a flash of red fist light, the second punch hit Zhang Xiaofan.

At this moment, the soul-eating stick in Zhang Xiaofan's hand was suddenly filled with black air, especially at the top of the stick, there was a bright blue light, and then the soul-eating stick came out of his hand and rushed towards Wang Fan.

The fists collided again.

Boom!

There was a loud noise like thunder, and the Soul Eater was punched flying.

Standing behind the Soul Eater, Zhang Xiaofan's body trembled, his face turned paler for a few minutes, more blood oozes from the corner of his mouth, but he still tried his best to stand still, without taking a step back.

"Did it explode?"

Wang Fan felt a huge counter-shock force coming from the fist.

At the same time, a nauseating feeling emerged from all parts of his body, the whole body's essence and blood began to surge against the current, as if it was about to leave the body, and the Gang Qi in the meridians also began to riot, and what surprised him even more was that a surge of An evil thought came out of his mind, even wanting to kill everyone present.

"After the soul-destroyer and the blood-devouring bead are fused together, not only did the power not restrain and weaken each other, but it was greatly strengthened." Wang Fan's heart shook slightly, "Let me see, as the protagonist of the world, you can do it To what extent!"

Wang Fan got rid of distracting thoughts and rushed forward again.

Above the arena, red light flickered, green light was brilliant, and Wang Fan's fist and Soul Eater collided violently again and again, and there was a deafening sound from the center of the collision, like a thunderbolt from the blue sky.

The arena built with hard stones couldn't bear the aftermath of their impact, there were potholes and a lot of cracks, gravel flew around, and dust scattered.

The thousands of Qingyun sect members who watched were all pale.

Since the Qimai martial arts test, there has never been a match like today. It was so intense at the beginning, and the scene was not as hot as it is today. In just a moment, the huge arena was ruined by the aftermath of the two people's confrontation. Eight, crumbling.

All the onlookers under the stage couldn't help but retreated a few feet away.

Even with the protection of the formation light curtain, they were still worried that they would be hurt by the aftermath, after all, the scene inside was too shocking.

"This kid surnamed Zhang is so powerful, he can block more than ten punches!" Some disciples were surprised.

"Hey, I think it's because they are showing mercy. These two are from the same sect, and they are both disciples of Dazhu Peak. If they were disciples of another lineage, this junior called Wang Fan would probably beat him to the ground with just one punch. .” A Chaoyang Peak disciple said sourly.

The people in the audience were talking a lot, but Zhang Xiaofan on the stage was suffering from something he couldn't express.

The power of Wang Fan's fist was far beyond his imagination.

Every time the burning stick collided with Wang Fan's fist, the meridians in his whole body would vibrate violently, and his blood would churn and swell, as if he was about to explode and die.If he hadn't practiced Tianyin Temple's "Dafan Prajna" exercise outside of Taiji Xuanqing Dao since he was a child, his meridians are far stronger and stronger than ordinary people, and at the same time, he has the true Dafan Prajna method to protect his body, barely resisting the power of Yanyang fist , Then he vomited blood and died early.

However, Wang Fan was not unusual at all. Every time he swung a punch, the aura on his body became thicker. The red light became more and more powerful, and the power became more and more powerful. The cyan airflow weakened a bit.

As long as it continues, victory will come sooner or later.

"Although the power of the fused Soul Eater has greatly increased, it is even better than the Tianya Sword, but Xiaofan's cultivation is only the fourth level of the Jade Qing Realm after all, and it is difficult to fully exert its power. I think, otherwise, relying on the characteristics of the magic weapon of the Blood-devouring Orb and the Dementor Rod, it would indeed cause me some trouble."

Wang Fan was also a little surprised.

But that's about it.

Wang Fan stood up abruptly, and the red fist lights all over the sky dissipated and shrank, as if they were gathered together like a giant dragon absorbing water, and concentrated on his right fist.

Then, he punched out.

In an instant, the scarlet light engulfed Zhang Xiaofan's figure.

(End of this chapter)