One Piece Explosion Art

"Young genius, I want to see what you are capable of. Let's take action."

Zhu Feng put his hands behind his back and stretched out his hand to make a gesture of invitation, looking like a senior.

Mo Wen lowered his eyes, and his figure flashed, appearing in front of Zhu Feng in an instant. He suddenly blasted out a dragon-tiger fist, sweeping the energy, and a tiger roar shook the entire grove, and the trees fell down, as if they were falling. A dry rain.

Zhu Feng raised his eyebrows. An expert would know if there is any when he strikes. This young man is really not simple. The momentum of a simple punch is astonishing, which will affect him to some extent, especially the strange tiger roar. Sound effects.

A moment of trance caused him to involuntarily slow down his movements. When he reacted, a punch was already in front of him.

A flash of surprise flashed across Zhu Feng's eyes, and he floated back slightly and stepped back three feet. After slightly avoiding Mo Wen's punch, he clapped out a palm and instantly collided with Mo Wen's fist and walked into Tang Dynasty.

Mo Wen's body trembled slightly and he took three or four steps back uncontrollably. Zhu Feng also took a few steps back before he stabilized his figure.

"What kind of martial arts are you doing? What a skill!"

Zhu Feng looked at Mo Wen with some amazement. The punch just now was not simple. It contained the secret of the universe, which put him under considerable restrictions.

Martial arts that hide phantom attacks are rare martial arts. As far as he knows, martial arts with phantom effects are rare in the ancient martial arts world.

In the first exchange of blows, the two were evenly matched.

"Dragon and Tiger Fist."

Mo Wen curled his lips, not hiding anything. His eyes narrowed slightly. Because the Zhu Feng in front of him is a master. A master who can threaten him, a rare ancient warrior in the late stage of Dan Bao realm.

If he fought with all his strength, he probably wouldn't be a match for this person.

The reason why he was able to fight him evenly just now was because he seized the opportunity and relied on the magical sound effect of Dragon Tiger Fist to instantly attack this person unprepared. In a hurry, he could only use 50% of his strength. But he took action with all his strength.

Cultivation level is above. The gap was so big that it was difficult for Mo Wen to cross this gap with his two lifetimes of experience.

"Dragon Tiger Fist?"

Zhu Feng frowned. The name was very ordinary, but the boxing technique was definitely not an ordinary martial arts.

At such a young age, he can master such advanced boxing skills. He is quite talented.

"Although you are somewhat capable, you are still a little overconfident in resisting the arrest of Tianhua Palace. However, a young genius like you is rare. Anyway, I will completely convince you today."

Zhu Feng raised his brows, and a strong air pressure was suddenly released from his body. The cultivation in the late stage of Baodan realm was fully revealed, and it was like a surging tide rolling over Xiang Mo Wen. The air around him froze a bit, as if he was in water.

Momentum and coercion is a sure-fire technique for high-level warriors to deal with low-level warriors, relying on the suppression of cultivation. Before taking action, the strength of the low-level warriors is estimated to have declined.

The greater the difference in cultivation level. The greater the pressure, not only physically but also mentally.

Therefore, unless an ancient warrior is a genius, it will be difficult for him to complete cross-level challenges, especially fighting across large realms.

The surrounding air seemed to be restrained by mercury. Mo Wen's body trembled slightly, and a supple and boneless force emanated from his body. The effect of the terrifying coercion on him gradually decreased, bit by bit. Out of action.

He made a gesture that looked very similar to Yunshou with an expressionless face, waiting for Zhu Feng to take action.

He knows that he can't be Zhu Feng's opponent now, but he is not a person who surrenders without a fight. He knows that he will lose, but don't think it will be too easy to win against him.

Zhu Feng's expression became slightly solemn. He thought that by releasing the pressure, Mo Wen's weaknesses would be exposed, and he could easily defeat him with his hands tied.

But now, he no longer has that confidence. At this time, Mo Wen feels like an invisible cloud. The absolute pressure of his cultivation does not seem to have a great effect on him, or even not at all. Ant God has no effect.

This was the first time he encountered such a weird thing. It was a bit weird that someone could get rid of the absolute suppression due to the gap in inner energy cultivation.

However, although Mo Wen is weird and difficult to deal with, it seems impossible to defeat him because the gap between the two people's cultivation levels is too big.

Zhu Feng was just a little surprised. The young man in front of him surprised him too much. Such a young genius with excellent talent could barely be included in the earth rankings. For a young man who has a chance to be on the Earth Ranking, even if he is caught, Huatian Palace probably won't punish him very much.

Of course, don't ask whether he should be punished. That is not his business and is not under his control. His mission was just to take Mo Wen back.

Mo Wen was waiting for him to take action. Zhu Feng naturally couldn't let him down. If he couldn't defeat him beautifully, he would probably lose his status as a senior.

Therefore, Zhu Feng did not dare to be careless, took the initiative, and immediately displayed his unique skills.

His figure swayed slightly, and he appeared in front of Mo Wen. He stretched out his hand to explore forward. The next moment, dozens of palm shadows were layered on top of each other, grasping at Mo Wen in real and insubstantial ways. In an instant, they almost surrounded Mo Wen's whole body.

Mo Wen's pupils shrank. It was clear that Zhu Feng had practiced martial arts. When the shadow of his hand appeared in front of him, it was impossible to tell the difference between real and fake. The big hand shadow was as big as a room, and the small hand shadow was as big as a room. It's locusts swarming up one after another.

The whole thing was like a cloud, coming towards him, controlling its huge mouth, ready to swallow Mo Wen up.

Advanced martial arts!

An idea flashed through Mo Wenxin almost instantly. Only high-level martial arts could have such an effect. How could ordinary martial arts be so weird?

However, as a person in two lifetimes, Mo Wen naturally has a lot of knowledge and has seen a lot of magical martial arts, but he doesn't make a fuss about it. He always looks calm and feels more at peace despite being under great pressure.

Wonderful hand!

For a moment, Mo Wen was like a Thousand-Handed Guanyin, with endless hand shadows blooming from his body. The gestures of each hand shadow were different, like a hand from the sky, reaching into the endless cloud-like palm shadows.

Facing a master like Zhu Feng, Mo Wen also displayed his best martial arts skills. Tianmiaoshou is the Mo family's peerless martial arts that has not been passed down for thousands of years. It is also one of Mo Wen’s killer martial arts.

There are many phantoms, and the shadows of hands fill the sky. That moment was like the waves of the sea of ​​clouds, vast and vast, containing the profound meaning of martial arts.

The collision of completely different martial arts did not cause any earth-shattering momentum. Instead, it blossomed quietly and invisibly.

The whole forest was quiet, everything was peaceful, and no dead trees fell down.

It seemed like an eternity passed. But in fact it was only a moment.

The next moment, all the phantoms disappeared, the clouds disappeared, and thousands of hands from the sky disappeared. Only two people were still standing in the woods.

At this time, Mo Wen had retreated a full fifty meters and was leaning against the trunk of a towering tree, his face slightly pale. There was a trace of blood at the corner of his mouth.

And Zhu Feng, with disheveled hair and messy clothes, retreated more than ten meters in embarrassment.

"What kind of martial arts do you have?"

Zhu Feng asked with some horror, looking at Mo Wen in disbelief at the reborn exquisite daughter.

Although the two of them had only fought for a moment, they had actually exchanged blows hundreds of times. Both of their martial arts are famous for their speed and dexterity, and they are very similar. Now that they collide, they can immediately tell their superiority.

His Pan Yun Hand was not as good as Mo Wen's weird technique, it should be said that it was far inferior. Otherwise, he would not have displayed his unique martial arts skills despite such a huge difference in cultivation. But it still made him so embarrassed.

At that moment, countless hand shadows enveloped his body, and 206 bones in his body were strangely dislocated, one after another, almost torn him apart.

Fortunately, his inner energy cultivation was strong enough, and he used his inner energy cultivation to forcefully block those hand shadows, otherwise, he would have turned into a puddle of mud in an instant.

As an ancient warrior, he naturally understands the body very well. There are things that he cannot stop in time. The moment the bones detach, he rejoins them himself.

But despite this, his bones also separated and rejoined, dislocating and rejoining over and over again thousands of times.

Now, his whole body was filled with swelling pain. His bones were bearing such a heavy load, and it was a lucky thing that they didn't shatter.

That is to say, he, an ancient warrior in the late stage of Baoding Realm, can bear it, and his body is strengthened enough. For another person, all the bones in his body would be turned into dregs.

He had never heard of such terrifying techniques and martial arts, let alone seen it before.

Faced with such terrifying martial arts, if someone had similar cultivation to that young man, he would probably be defeated in an instant.

His Panyun Shou was a profound martial arts rewarded by Tianhua Palace after he was promoted to a four-star deacon. When he got it, he was overjoyed and regarded it as a treasure. But compared with that young man's martial arts, it was completely different. The difference was huge.

"you win."

Mo Wen glanced at Zhu Feng expressionlessly and did not answer his question. Tianmiao Shou was his trump card in martial arts. If he could keep it from others, he would naturally not tell it.

In the fight just now, although it was a fight in which both sides suffered losses, he lost in the end.

Zhu Feng's cultivation level is there, and it is difficult for him to cross the gap in cultivation level. Although he forced Zhu Feng into a panic just now, he also suffered a lot of injuries, and Zhu Feng has shown mercy, otherwise he will definitely be here now. It's the result of serious injury.

Just like a child punching an adult and an adult punching a child, his ten punches are not as good as Zhu Feng's punch. Although his martial arts has the absolute upper hand, no matter how sophisticated the martial arts is, the difference in strength is too big, so what? Can win.

Zhu Feng smiled bitterly, his face a bit troubled.

Although he won, he won in such an embarrassing manner. He relied on his late cultivation of Dan Bao to deal with a young man who did not even have the level of Bao Dan, and he still won with such difficulty. If not it was embarrassing.

"Since you lost, you should leave with me. Don't worry, with your talent, Huatian Palace may not do anything to you, and may even cultivate you."

Zhu Feng shook his head with some emotion. The waves behind the Yangtze River push the waves in front. The young are better than the blue, and it is no longer enough to refuse to accept old age.

"I'm afraid he can't leave with you."

A strange voice suddenly sounded in the woods. The reason why the voice was strange was because you couldn't tell whether the voice was male or female. The sound was empty, like an empty valley, without any color belonging to men or women.