"My thunder fist is a secret transmission from our Tongtian Pavilion - the sixth-grade thunder method peerless thunder fist!"

Ye Canglong stared at Fang Junmei, and the splendor in his eyes fell like lightning. He said in a low and slow voice: "Now, I will attack forever!"

As soon as the words fell, the figure flashed!

Bang!

The sound of breaking through the air seemed to break the space, completely different from the ordinary sharp sound of breaking through the air, and the blue shadow turned over like a crazy dragon!

Ye Canglong's white hair was flying, and his arms were like silver-white, as if two pieces of lightning were condensed.

Fang Junmei Three-breath Divine Stone has begun, accurately capturing every movement of the other party in his eyes, with his sharp eyes as if the smartest eagle.

call--

A sword suddenly rose and the sound of the wind roared.

I don’t know which sword technique he learned on the sixth floor of Panxin Sword Sect. In short, he picked it up with ease!

A sword stabbed out and the storm suddenly broke out!

A silver-white sword light storm blasted towards Ye Canglong, and in the storm, he sucked and spitted out a sharp sword light.

Ye Canglong was very skilled and brave, but he didn't dodge. He plunged into the sword storm, thunder fists and lightning, and launched a crazy bombardment!

boom!

boom!

boom!

The explosion never stopped from this moment.

Ye Canglong's peerless thunder fist was indeed not simple. In just a few efforts, he actually smashed the sword storm and started fighting with Fang Junmei again.

The fist and the sword intervened again and again, making a crazy explosion sound.

Ye Canglong advocates physical combat and disdains the bombardment of magic weapons from afar. Such methods are also extremely attractive to the cultivation of swords and swords.

Brave!

violent!

This is Ye Canglong's thunder fist. Everyone could even imagine that the monks who lost to him had their bodies blasted out of bloody and tragic appearance.

The battle platform shaking, the battle palace trembles!

The two figures flew and flew together, and each collision shot out the broken sword lights and thunder in the sky.

The attack power of the two of them in this battle may not have reached the level of Gu Xijin's sword, but in terms of intensity, long-term, in terms of male bloodiness and the violent aesthetics of close combat, far exceeds that of Gu Xijin's battle.

A strong collision!

Defend head-on!

Whoever is weaker will be a situation of being broken into pieces?

Not to mention the many male cultivators, even many female cultivators were excited at this moment and felt extremely satisfying. The fights that were flying around were like noodles, weak and powerless!

...

Boom--

The attack never stopped!

Ye Canglong had entered a violent state of endless battles. The cultivator with high eyes has begun to catch it. His fist has begun to drip blood, which shows that Fang Junmei's sword power has broken through his thunder protection and began to destroy his body.

The cultivators couldn't help but show their expressions, and they knew they would have such a look.

Among the group of monks in Longhu Mountain, the eldest lady Ji Xiaoti was also among them. Looking at Fang Junmei, Jiandao's figure like a god and the powerful man's methods, his heart swayed, and he felt his jade face warm.

What are you going to fight with?

A challenge that is overestimating one's own abilities!

On the other side of Tongtian Pavilion, I don’t know if the disciples and the leader Wu Chenzi noticed that they all looked relaxed, as if they had some confidence in Ye Canglong.

Especially Wu Chenzi, his smile was a bit unfathomable.

...

Time passes by little by little.

At every moment, the two of them didn't know how many swords and fists they had attacked, and the time seemed to have become infinitely long!

"Thirty breaths are coming!"

Suddenly, someone in the audience said that there were many good people who were helping Ye Canglong remember.

Hearing this, another large number of contemptuous eyes turned to Ye Canglong.

On the battlefield, Ye Canglong seemed to hear what was said under the battlefield, or he seemed to always remember this incident. Two more bright and dazzling light suddenly burst out in his eyes, and the corners of his mouth suddenly shimmered, and the peak momentum suddenly increased!

"Broken it for me!"

The roar like a mad dragon suddenly burst into the sky, suppressing the explosion!

call--

Another punch!

When he punched, he suddenly saw a purple light burst out from his silver-white fist, as if he had taken out the methods he had hidden before.

The purple light was as bright as the stars, and it was obviously just a little bit bigger than a fist, but it gave people the spirit of flying mountains and galloping horses.

Behind Ye Canglong, a purple, huge figure with a height of 100 feet tall was condensed, with a majestic body as if it were mountainous, and his face could not be seen clearly. A brutal light shot out from his two empty eyes, looking down at Fang Junmei, who was still of ordinary size!

Like Ye Canglong, he also punched Fang Junmei's head like a hill.

In the sky above the battle platform, the sky suddenly darkened, the wind roared and the thunder rolled. On the head of the huge figure, there was a purple thunder and purple air that began to emerge and spread.

boom!

A thunderbolt fell down wildly!

At this moment, the hearts of many monks rose up and their breathing was stagnant!

The eyes of Long Jinyi, Gu Xijin and others fell tightly on Fang Junmei to see how he broke it!

...

"I said I can't break it."

The cold words came from Fang Junmei's mouth, so small that only he could hear them.

His expression was still extremely calm, his eyes fell on Ye Canglong's fist, and he couldn't even look at the one that fell from the sky.

Because of the infinite concentration of attention, even everyone else outside of me forgot everything, as if he and Ye Canglong were the only ones left in this world, fighting against violence.

All the movements outside his body were presented in his eyes at a speed of three breaths slowed down.

Fang Junmei stared at the other party's front, and the thunder and lightning that was blasting out did not shoot his sword, as if he was scared by the other party's punch.

Two fists are coming in the sky and the earth!

Getting closer!

Thirty feet.

Twenty feet.

Ten feet.

Fang Jun's eyebrows were still motionless, and the pupils in his eyes became more and more condensed, like a mirror, showing the thunder world that was attacking ahead.

This process is a bit complicated to describe, but in fact it is all in an instant. To outsiders, Fang Junmei was frightened.

"Junmei, be careful!"

"Flash!"

The monks of Panxin Sword Sect shouted out loud, and Tuobahai and several others were even so anxious that they stood up.

The old fox Zhuang Youde's pupils were in a hurry in his eyes, but he also felt that Fang Junmei was not so scared by someone so easily. Although he didn't shout, his face had already started to tremble and his forehead was covered with cold sweat.

...

Fang Junmei himself seemed to have not yet realized that the thunder with destructive power had already come to her face, and her eyes stared forward according to her eyes.

He saw the birth of the thunder that the other party punched.

He saw the trajectory of the thunder and lightning passing through the void.

But that's not enough!

Any clever magical power is not a simple accumulation of magic power, but involves unique construction and application. Only in this way can the power of magic power be released to the maximum extent!

Just like no matter how much wood is, a broken shed can be built. Only through careful structure can a house that can be formed to shelter from wind and rain.

What Fang Junmei has to do now is to find out how this house was built, and then demolish the house in the shortest time!

This is what is called seeing a move!

The martial arts principles of this world were picked up by Fang Junmei again.
To be continued...