Feng Batian is the unique form of the Flying Snake Fist, and he stared at Zhou Fan coldly.

Zhou Fan also had a serious expression on his face and put on a boxing posture.

Feng Batian's body flashed suddenly, and when he arrived in front of Zhou Fan, his arms trembled, and the snake fist spurted out again with his true energy, as dense as rainstorm, as fast as thunder and lightning!

Zhou Fan shouted coldly, and his fists suddenly had cold blue flames breeding. The swaying cold-eyed flames and true energy were thrilling, and the light burst out dazzlingly, like a heavenly man carrying the sun and hammering the sky!

With several bangs, the snake fist in the sky was compressed and dissipated by the cold blue fist flames.

Feng Batian's figure smashed backwards and landed on the ground like a cannonball, marking a long loess gully.

"Master!"

"Sect Master!"

The Feishemen exclaimed in surprise.

Feng Batian jumped up from the ground. When he saw that Zhou Fan was not chasing like him, he felt a little relieved, but a trace of blood was irresistible to the corners of his mouth.

People from the five sects of Nanjing Village, such as Zhao Yang, were all regretful. If Zhou Fan took advantage of the situation to pursue him, he would have won just now.

"Who said I could only be beaten forever?" Zhou Fan said coldly.

He did not pursue the victory because he didn't want to end so soon. He wanted to see if Feng Batian had any backup plan.

"I underestimated you." Feng Batian's face slightly condensed, and he wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth with the back of his hand. He slowly said, "Is that the one just now the Ling Ling martial arts?"

"Yes." Zhou Fan replied, and he was secretly excited. Feng Batian had not lost his fighting spirit yet, which means he had a trick.

"I didn't expect you to force me to this point." Feng Batian showed a feeling on his face, and the true energy in his body squirted out again, but the true energy suddenly converged and trapped into the body's membrane.

Fine blue snake scales began to appear on Feng Batian's body, and the snake scales continued to cover his limbs and his face. His eyes began to turn into snake-like vertical pupils, and the true energy surrounding his body was also dyed blue.

"It's a treacherous man!" Zhao Yang said tremblingly.

The five sects watching all showed horror on their faces. Even if they had never seen the treacherous people, they had heard of the treacherous people. The treacherous people had special abilities and were always more advantageous than ordinary warriors.

"I was brought into my school by my master when I was three years old because of my talent in the Green Snake Scale. My master taught me all my money. The flying snake fist and my talent were very well combined to make me who I am today." Feng Batian said softly, and his body became shaking like a ball of sludge.

"Do you think I am called the first person below the Lianmai in Juxiong County, and I am a false name?"

His body ejected out like a snake. His arms stretched out, and the man was three feet away, and the snake fist suddenly hit Zhou Fan.

With the spurt of the snake fist, two balls of green true energy spurted out with a bang.

Zhou Fan's body was like a phantom, and he avoided it sideways.

Two small pits exploded from the ground behind him instantly. This was the real energy of the snake fist was destroyed in the air. The power of the snake fist increased several times compared to before.

"If you don't want to die, just disperse quickly!" Zhao Yang and others recognized the terrible power and shouted suddenly.

People walked out one after another, and Zhou Fan and Feng Batian became much empty again.

However, Zhou Fan and Feng Batian ignored them, and the two had already fought fiercely again.

Zhou Fan's fists were like cold blue and fierce sun, opening and closing, invincible!

Feng Batian did not fight Zhou Fan head-on. His steps were flexible, and he could stretch and stretch freely, both his legs and feet and his fists and arms. His body suddenly stretched and became shorter, avoiding Zhou Fan's fists and constantly attacking Zhou Fan's body's life gate.

The thick true energy continued to spread. Every aftermath of the Snake Fist and the Sun-Eclipse Fist blew up layers of soil on the ground. They no longer had the power to suppress themselves, and pits of different sizes appeared underground.

The wall of the renovated mansion not far away was shaken to reveal spider-web-like cracks.

Everyone looked at the fierce two people with a look of surprise. Is this still the battle between Qijiaoduan warriors? Even Maiduan warriors are probably just like this.

"Master Zhao, do you think we will lose?" Looking at the two people fighting fiercely in the field, one of the sect leaders of the four sects asked urgently.

"I don't know, I don't know." Sweat oozed out of Zhao Yang's forehead, his pupils contracted, and he tried his best to see the movements of the two fighting clearly, but he gradually couldn't keep up.

"Happy! Happy!" Zhou Fan laughed. He still suppressed his true energy and was at the same level as Feng Batian.

Otherwise, with his true energy of more than 300 Qi orifices that would have been almost complete, he would have crushed Feng Batian long ago, and only in this way could he temper his martial arts.

But now he knew that Feng Batian had reached its limit, and Feng Batian was indeed powerful. The tricky snake fist carried his true energy several times. If it weren't for his true energy and purple gold armor, he would have been injured long ago.

Now Zhou Fan still has no idea of ​​using true energy to suppress Feng Batian. He just opened his left fist and spread it into a palm, turning it into a hand knife!

The left-hand knife is still surrounded by cold blue fireworks, but it is no longer the Sun Eclipse Fist, but the Flowing Light Fast Silver Sword Technique!

It was so fast that it condensed into a ray of light.

The sudden acceleration of the hand knife made it difficult for Feng Batian to guard against. The hand knife slashed on his left shoulder. With a sneer, the green snake scales shattered one after another, but it continued to generate so that it could not break Feng Batian's defense.

But what Zhou Fan needed was to capture Feng Batian's figure with his left hand. His right fist was ready to go, and a bright round of cold blue flame sun hit Feng Batian's heart.

Bang!

Feng Batian was blown away and landed on the ground, rolling several times.

Zhou Fan closed his fists, and all the true energy in his body was restrained.

Feng Batian still immediately rebounded and stood up like last time, but as soon as he stood still, he vomited red blood and sprinkled on the ground, causing layers of white mist.

This is the fireworks mixed in the blood.

Feng Batian's body was shaking, and the green snake scales on his body slowly faded away.

The people from Feishemen quickly surrounded Feng Batian.

There was silence everywhere, and the people from the five sects of Nanjing Village did not cheer, they were just silent.

Now they know how strong Feng Batian is. It is very easy for such a person to defeat their five factions.

In fact, if it weren't for the monster like Zhou Fan, Feng Batian would have rarely had an opponent in Qijiao section.

Feng Batian waved his hand and refused to let Ruan Xiong and other disciples help him. His injury was not serious. He felt that Zhou Fan's fist had already restrained his true energy after breaking through his defense, otherwise he might not be able to stand up.

He looked at his heart again, and there was a burning black fist mark in his heart.

"What a domineering boxing technique, I wonder what kind of boxing this is?" Feng Batian asked sincerely.

"Sun Eclipse Fist." Zhou Fan said slowly.

"Sun Eclipse Fist..." Feng Batian chewed the name silently. He was afraid that he would not forget the name of this boxing technique for his lifetime. He sighed and said, "I lost."

"Liang Ming, Pi Ruisi, come out!" Feng Batian shouted suddenly again.

Liang Ming and Pi Ruisi stood up with trembling all over.
Chapter completed!