The fire dragon splattered with heavy ink rushed towards Anzheng, and at this moment, the anti-scale **** armor on Anzheng appeared to cover the whole body, and on the iron helmet, the faceplate brush slid down, which made Anzheng His face is also covered.

The whole body was protected by armor tightly at the foot of An Zheng, and people rushed towards the dragon of Moyang like a wind.

"you wanna die."

Li Moyang saw that An Zheng was planning to use his flesh to resist the power of Mo Yang's dragon, and he could not help but snorted coldly. No one knows his Moyang Dragon better than him. That is the purest power extracted by his practice of the Sun Fire. The sun that people see in the morning is red and the sun that they see at noon is golden, but Li Moyang knows that the most powerful of the sun's fire is the black that cannot be easily seen.

He is confident that his Moyang Dragon can burn An Zheng to ashes in an instant.

boom!

An Zheng slammed his head against the dragon of Moyang, and the sparks that struck him in a flash. The god's domineering and quaint armor turned red instantly, almost burnt through. Li Moyang smiled secretly, the armor looked unusual, but it was so unbearable. He can be sure that the armor of Anzheng will be burned into molten iron by the dragon of Moyang in the next second. With the hot metal flowing down, there is also the skin and bones of Anzheng.

A huge fire group exploded, and An Zheng struck the Moyang Dragon head-on. The redness of his armor was burnt, but it was only red ... In fact, the contention within the anti-scale **** armor did not feel how fierce at all, the temperature was only slightly hot.

The horror of the anti-scale **** armor lies in adapting to external forces. The power of the wind element hits the anti-scale **** armor, and the anti-scale **** armor adapts to the power of the wind element. The power of the fire element hits the anti-scale **** armor, and the anti-scale **** armor will adapt to the power of the fire element. So it seems that when cut by the wind blade, there are dense scars on the anti-scale **** armor, but there is no trace afterwards. The burning red was thorough, and there was no harm until the flame dissipated.

"I wanted to refine the Shenjia, but your Moyang fire is so much worse than Yuan Lei's power."

An Zheng snorted disdainfully and banged out with a punch.

With a punch, the world changes color.

The purple light erupted on the fist instantly suppressed the black flame, followed by the Purple Electric Long Dragon and pushed the Moyang Dragon back against the back.

"Your fire has no value to my anti-scale **** armor."

With a roar, the sound of Longyin resounded through the sky. The Purple Electric Long Dragon coiled up the Moyang Dragon, and then the Dragon God tightened it violently. The Moyang Dragon couldn't bear the power of the pure and pure Yuan Thunder, and was crushed directly. The dragon of Moyang was torn apart and turned into countless fireballs and fled in all directions. The Purple Electric Long Dragon split up countless purple electricity to chase those fireballs in the past. The former was a spectacular scene of the earth burning, but the scene at this moment is more spectacular. The sky-filled purple electricity pursuer's sky-dark black fire wandered through the sky.

Li Moyang's face became ugly, and he really did not expect that the Sun Fire, which he had been enlightening and practicing from an early age, did not pose any threat to An Zheng.

"How can this be?!"

His eyes widened instantly.

He couldn't see the contented face behind the visor, but guessed it should be full of contempt.

"I ... I started practicing the fire of the sun from an early age, endured the pain that others could not bear, observing the changes in the sun every day, I was blind in the eyes, but I didn't give up, Fang You today and today, why ... Why can't I kill you! "

"The hardships and hardships you have experienced are nothing compared to what I experienced."

An Zheng floated in the air: "Remind you, don't let me get close. If you get me close to you, you don't even have the spare power to fight back."

Li Moyang roared, although the feeling of despair in his heart became heavier, but it also gave him a certainty that he would die without desperately trying to die. Human cruelty is often forced out at this time, which is an outbreak of despair.

"It's a big deal!"

Li Moyang snarled, and the burning flame completely turned black. He felt the power of fire from an early age, and God paid special attention to him, and gave him the power of wind that complemented the power of fire. With the power of two elements of wind and fire, he caused a sensation as soon as he entered the rivers and lakes. It has been a long, long time, and he has not felt like he is being ruined.

His body rose into the air, and in the middle of the air, the fire dragon formed by the wind and fire blasted towards An An one by one. It was like a giant that could not be seen, and he punched down An An fiercely. Anzheng ’s body was so small compared to the huge fire dragon, but this tiny human showed a more terrifying power in front of Tianwei, the power of nature ’s elements.

A fire tornado came straight to Anzheng, and Anzheng didn't hide or hide, but simply punched out with a punch.

"broken!"

boom!

The punch directly shattered the fire dragon's scroll, and the flames of the sky were wrapped around by the broken wind and flew in all directions. When the second fire dragon arrived, An Zheng still punched out, without any fancy moves, without any seemingly magnificent exercises, and even this punch is unusual and makes people feel that anyone in the world can use Out. But it was such a punch, once again smashing the fire dragon that seemed to be extinct.

One punch, one punch, moving forward like a mountain. The majestic fire dragon roll was so vulnerable in front of An Zheng's hard fist. With one punch and one punch, this is how Anzheng fought from the Daxi era to this era. With one punch and one punch, Anzheng wants to hit his own mountains and rivers, one world and one order!

Such a fist represents the purest power in the world, human power. The more furious the fight for An An, the more explosive the power in the fist. He went all the way, and the fire dragon was torn apart.

The distance between the two people is getting closer and closer. Even when Li Moyang saw the two people get closer and began to retreat, he still did not struggle to move as fast as a mountain. Moreover, this contest is so big, where can he go back? Once Li Moyang was most proud that it was not as big as Wuchang, and his fire could be covered by 100%. And now, he can't wait for the tens of thousands of meters or even larger than the Biwuchang, so that he can avoid and escape.

Anzheng is relying on this fist to open the way and break Li Moyang's final self-confidence and dignity.

In the time of the Daxi era, An Zheng seemed to have learned a lot and was all-perfect, and the strongest one was his super forbidden **** Lei Tianzheng. Later, Ang contends to repair swordsmanship, seals, various forces. And the way these forces are finally exerted is just this simple punch.

Boom!

An Zheng blasted Li Moyang's body aura with a punch, and the aura that had spread out hundreds of meters before was directly hit by a gap. Wherever the fist wind passed, the black fire that was circling around also retreated. The boxing wind is also the wind. The wind can help the fire, but when the strong wind is strong enough, the fire is afraid.

One punch to break the gas field, one punch to extinguish the potential.

Anzheng's two fists smashed Li Moyang's body-protecting gas field, and then smothered the burning flame. Li Moyang also wanted to retreat, but his back slammed into the enchantment formation of the competition field, and there was no way back.

An Zheng stopped at a distance of less than ten meters from Li Moyang, and his facial mask brush rose.

"There is something to remind you that you didn't sign that gamble with me."

An Zheng said seriously: "So, if you have to leave a last word before you die, give me the region of Moyangjun to my Tianqizong!"

Li Moyang yelled and scolded the most unpleasant words in the world, then the flame on his body instantly changed from black to faint purple. An Zheng could see that his flesh had torn countless tiny openings, and blood flew from his body and merged into the black fire. Li Moyang is to burn his life and blood power, and fight with An Zheng for the final fight.

"In vain."

An Zheng rushed forward: "Since you do not intend to leave a last word, then I can only knock down your site."

He punched out.

At this time, Li Moyang had no choice but to punch his teeth with his fists. The fists of two people meet in midair, fist and fist, this is the most direct and ultimate duel between men. Humans are far more intelligent than other species, and can create various weapons to replace fists. However, the effect caused by any kind of weapon is not as good as the fist to the flesh, and the fighting intention is surging.

With a bang, the purple fire burning in Li Moyang's fist was crushed by An Zheng, followed by all the bones in Li Moyang's fist. Li Moyang's arm swayed backwards, because he was so strong that he tore off his shoulder.

At his broken arm, blood splattered.

An Zheng proudly said: "I still have the courage to fight you to die, and I will give you a happy death."

Fist, or fist.

An Zheng struck Li Moyang's head with a punch, but before he even touched Li Moyang, Li Moyang's body exploded. That is the last pride of a strong man who is almost in the top position in the human world ... self-explosive!

"Bring me back!"

An Zheng fell with a punch, and the mighty force on his fist suppressed the force of self-explosive force, and wanted to explode without bursting. The twisted force wreaked havoc in Li Moyang's body. One can imagine what kind of pain Li Moyang suffered.

"I said how you die, you just die. How do you want to die, how can you be so free."

Anzheng ’s fist was pushed down, and Li Moyang ’s body became more and more twisted, but that force could n’t explode. The flesh looked so horrible that even those who looked at it from the distance felt cold in the bones.

That is the gap in power, and that is the gap in realm.

The power released from An Zheng's fist contains not only power, but also a belief that no one can reach. People in this era, no ... in many cases, they ignore the power of faith, and feel that the unreal is unreal. However, when faith is incorporated into one's own bones, one can truly appreciate the changes that faith brings to people.

Li Moyang died, and eventually failed to explode. The force that was about to be vented but not allowed to be vented was sealed in Li Moyang's body by An Zheng, so that the flesh, which does not seem to be particularly stubborn, was already broken like flesh.

Anzheng ’s fist was withdrawn, and Li Moyang ’s power was extracted with Anzheng ’s fist, and with the operation of the word-based and non-word-based methods, it transformed into Anzheng ’s own power.

An Zheng sighed for a long time, playing two games in a row, but he didn't look tired.

He turned to look at the high platform, Fang Hongyun and Le Shangxiao who had already shivered. The two men had not yet fought against An, but they had already lost.