After hearing this, Yu Xiaotian's lips curled up a little, "If you had fought in the past, you could not have passed my ten moves, but now, you should not have passed three moves!"

When this was said, many people at the scene were shocked. Yu Xiaotian's words were too arrogant.

The expression on Meng Lang's face also froze instantly, it was so annoying and arrogant.

He actually said that he could not take three moves in his hands?

You know, in the entire Tianming Palace, except Meng Nan, no one in his Meng family dared to say that he could control him within three moves.

As a great disciple of fate, Yu Xiaotian is undeniable that he has some skills, but Meng Lang does not think that his qualifications will be inferior to him. He has natural superiority. He heard Yu Xiaotian's words at this time, which was undoubtedly a great shame.

I looked around and found that in addition to some of the predecessors of the family, there were many disciples from the Tianming Palace watching, but I did not see Meng Nan.

Meng Lang was a little disappointed. He wanted to prove his strength in front of Meng Nan.

Unfortunately, Meng Nan didn't seem to give him this opportunity.

"Yu Xiaotian, I hope your strength can be half as good as your lip service!"

Meng Lang snorted coldly. Before the battle, the opponents spoke harshly to each other, which was almost a basic routine. Meng Lang would not be scared by Yu Xiaotian's words and dared not fight!

On the contrary, he is now in a fierce battle!

Yu Xiaotian was gentle and made a gesture of invitation.

Everyone in the audience held their breath, and a shocking battle was about to begin. Tianwei first vs. Tianwei second. Who can laugh to the end?

Such a battle is very rare. Many people have made up their minds and hope to gain something while watching this battle.

Long Qingxuan stood in a corner and looked at the stage. Although there was no fluctuation on his face, the tightly clenched fists behind him betrayed his current mood.

Yu Xiaotian, you must not lose this battle!

Long Qingxuan released a strong idea in his eyes. Although he had very strong confidence in Yu Xiaotian's strength, Meng Lang was not an ordinary person after all, and he was still a little worried. If Yu Xiaotian lost, then he would not only lose his master's face, but also lose the Heavenly Destiny Palace. At that time, the people of the Meng family might make things difficult for them. For them, the situation would be very passive.

...

On the stage, Meng Lang clenched his right fist in front of him, "My punch has ten successes and eight gigabytes of strength. Since you say I can't pass your three moves, what if I endure this move first?"

The so-called power of one wilderness can destroy a Hongmeng world created by a first-level founding cultivator, and the power of hundreds of wilderness can destroy a Hongmeng world created by a second-level founding cultivator.

This is a method of scheming among high-level monks in the fairy world. One trillion is one billion, and one trillion is enough to destroy a ninth-level Hongmeng world.

In other words, Meng Lang's punch is enough to destroy eight thousand ninth-level Hongmeng worlds.

For the founding cultivators, the Hongmeng world in their body is basically their source of strength. This means that Meng Lang's full punch is enough to compete with the eight thousand ninth-level strong men.

I am truly a powerful man with a powerful force, and the power of a punch is so terrifying.

But in fact, for Meng Lang, the eight-gigabit wild power is just a conservative estimate. He has the blessing of the Taoist weapon and the blessing of the God of War Banner and the blessing of the martial arts. The peak power must have exceeded 10,000 g.

Ten thousand gigabytes means fighting ten thousand.

The fairy god of war, this is Meng Lang.

Without saying a word, Meng Lang shook the War God Banner, moved forward, and directly punched Yu Xiaotian without any fancy.

Without the slightest leakage of energy, it looks like a simple punch. This is what the so-called simplicity of the way is.

Meng Lang is very confident about his punch. Although he suffered a loss at Su Hang's hands last time, Su Hang is fate and he has nothing to say, but now his opponent is Yu Xiaotian. He believes that Yu Xiaotian can take his punch, but it will definitely not be easy.

If Yu Xiaotian is rational enough, he will definitely hide, but he has already spoken in a verbal way just now. If Yu Xiaotian hides, he will lose in terms of momentum!

However, Yu Xiaotian had no intention of avoiding it, and he didn't know whether he didn't feel the threat or did not react. Seeing that Meng Lang's fist had reached near, within a billion billions of a second, he suddenly punched towards Meng Lang.

"boom!"

The fists and fists intersected, and the surrounding space was instantly distorted and shattered, and the figures of the two people disappeared from everyone's face.

The powerful barriers that guard the ring were like a balloon, which was much more extended by the violent shock wave and almost exploded directly.

Many people feel that the end of the world is coming and the disaster is gone.

Is this the battle between the powerful Heavenly Power? Although they were not on the ring, they could also feel the horror of the power just now.

If this was not in the martial arts world, if the ring was not protected by a powerful barrier, the impact of that punch just now could be said that there were probably only those powerful people of Tianwei level who could survive on the scene.

The broken space has been stable for a long time. Under the pull of the power of the law, it is like a broken mirror, and the fragments quickly return to their original position and recover quickly.

The figures of Meng Lang and Yu Xiaotian appeared in front of everyone again.

At this time, the two were more than ten meters apart. Yu Xiaotian was still calm while Meng Lang was flew behind him, his blood was boiling, like a lion who was aroused by bloodthirsty instinct.

Meng Lang's heart was surging at this moment. Yu Xiaotian could actually take over his punch.

With such a powerful force of over 10,000 Gigabits of Wilderness, such a powerful force, if a ninth-level strongman came over, he would have been bombarded as nothing, but Yu Xiaotian was actually like a ok person.

This has subverted Meng Lang's prediction. This guy's power is probably much stronger than that in the past. Could it be that this guy has made another major breakthrough after so many years of cultivation?

Thinking of what Yu Xiaotian said just now, Meng Lang felt a bad feeling in his heart.

"I took your punch, then next, you should take my punch too!"

At this time, Yu Xiaotian said lightly. Before he finished speaking, the person had already arrived in front of Meng Lang. It was also Meng Lang's move just now, and a plain punch hit Meng Lang.

Compared with Meng Lang, this punch is less killing and momentum, and looks surprisingly slower.

Meng Lang's reaction speed was not bad. He took a step back, and the God of War Banner behind him shook wildly. The ancestor was circulating wildly. The power nurtured by the nine Hongmeng worlds in his body was frantically drawn and injected into his body. The muscles of the whole body swelled, and a faint golden light appeared.
Chapter completed!