I, Shushan Juggernaut, signed in Jianzhong for a hundred years

"Fist! Let's compare whose fist is harder!"

Yang Chen stretched out his hands and lifted them upwards, his two hands were like Tai Chi, turning yin and yang in circles.

Catch the four arms that rushed over.

There was a click.

At the moment when the fist impacted, Yang Chen heard the crisp sound of his fist.

The figure couldn't help but flew upside down and hit the edge of the lotus platform, and the two arms fell to the ground weakly.

Severe pain came like a landslide and tsunami.

The painful Yang Chen wanted to call out at that time.

It's not too painful just because the strength broke his arm, but the black light on the opponent's fist is too special compared to the Six Realms.

It contained a unique power of the Celestials, which made his hands very uncomfortable.

Even the power of law that was used to resist just now was exhausted.

Luo Feilie was still posing in an ugly position, full of the arrogance of a victor.

The corners of the gray-black mouth slightly raised.

Yang Chen's face shook twice.

He could only feel the devouring and corrosive feeling emanating from the other party's fist, constantly penetrating towards the power in his body.

"Haha, I didn't expect you, a lowly creature, to be so arrogant that you dare to use your physical body to bear my divine power."

Luo Feilie, the warrior of the Celestial Race, saw that Yang Chen only had his arms broken under the impact of his fist.

The power of his own blood did not corrode the opponent's whole body as expected.

The purple lotus stand still stood in place without any sign of damage.

The heart is also surprised.

I thought that at least the defenseless Yang Chen could be seriously injured.

Now it seems absolutely impossible.

The three eyes turned together, and Luo Feilie looked at a conch under the armor.

The whole body of the conch is dark gray, the size of a baby's fist.

It is like a small screw in the waist with a figure as high as ten feet.

But this is the barrier he relies on the most.

He would never use this conch unless he was in a desperate situation.

Look at the current situation.

Although I don't know how much strength Yang Chen has yet to display.

But he only played the first hole card.

A fight between the two.

From the mutual testing in the Nine Star Gate Cave Mansion to the head-to-head confrontation on the Zilian Terrace, it is only in the middle stage.

"Boy, don't think it's a big deal to survive the attack of my boxing technique."

"You need to know my boxing technique, but it took a hundred years of practice in the starry sky storm, and the maximum power of each punch exceeds hundreds of millions of catties."

"And my biggest reliance on one-eyed vision has not yet been used."

Luo Feilie's eyes moved, as if he was looking for a flaw in the purple lotus.

The one-eyed vortex on the forehead is flowing, analyzing the possible weaknesses of the purple lotus.

It's just that the purple lotus is made of unknown power, and it doesn't look like the laws and monk's immortal power he came into contact with in ancient times.

It is more like a special power that is different from the world of Xianxia, ​​just like the force possessed by the Celestials and Humans.

"The origin of the world possessed by a small mortal world is pitifully weak, and it is just a piece of dust compared to the outer starry sky."

"I want to go back to the outside world. I don't want to be entangled with you, a native. If I want to survive, get out of here."

"You must know that the patience of the noble celestial beings has a limit."

Luo Feilie remained calm after realizing that the power in his body was not much.

He moved left and right with a cold and arrogant face, and his four arms were dotted in mid-air one after another.

I am doing layout and planning.

"I can agree to your terms."

Yang Chen twisted his neck, and a purple light flowed through the two arms.

The hands returned to normal in an instant.

"Comfortable…!"

"But as I said just now, it's no problem to confront me head-on, it's a trivial matter."

"As long as you beat me, I'll let you go."

A chaotic light flowed out from the purple lotus in the dantian, penetrating towards Yang Chen's fists.

As for the magic weapons that are just around the corner, and even the body armor he is wearing.

They were all put aside by Yang Tianming.

The strength of the opponent's fist is probably no less than ten million catties, and it can really tear apart the void with bare hands.

The four arms plus the explosive power of the Celestial-Human blood in Luo Feilie's body.