Still fighting?

The shout was so loud that Zhou Fan and Feng Batian both turned their heads to look over.

The villager shrank his neck and laughed dryly: "I also shouted casually, it doesn't mean much, you continue."

Zhou Fan and Feng Batian ignored the villager who was watching the fun.

The two moved away from each other.

"Then let me learn the tricks of the first person below Gao Xiang's martial arts." Feng Batian snorted coldly, his whole body was full of true energy, and the ground was so shocked that a circle of flying dust was raised.

Before Feichen had landed, Feng Batian stepped lightly, his figure suddenly flashed, and he rushed towards Zhou Fan.

Feng Batian's body condensed a layer of white aura, which was gloomy and cold, like a vicious poisonous snake that wanted to devour Zhou Fan.

Zhou Fan didn't draw his sword, the thick white True Qi in his body spurted out and kept punching out.

Punching out, Feng Batian's whole body seems to be directly hitting a powerful fist. The timing of this punch is precise, and there is no difference.

This punch also brightened the eyes of Zhao Yang and the others who were watching, and they almost blurted out a hello.

It's just that they swallowed it hard.

Because the punch that enveloped Feng Batian's head was empty!

Under this extremely fast punch, Feng Batian's back head abruptly tilted back, as if his head was retracted into his neck, splitting the fierce punch.

While Feng Batian leaned back, his right leg suddenly lifted up like a heavy axe, and the wind whistled.

Seeing that the big axe was about to tear Zhou Fan in half, the big axe just smashed into a phantom and shredded the phantom.

Feng Batian's pupils shrank slightly, the hairs on his whole body stood on end, and he seemed unable to move in a strange posture. The sole of his left foot suddenly twisted, and the whole person spun up. He lifted his right leg and stopped lifting, and swept all around.

Feng Batian swept his right leg and hit Zhou Fan who had just emerged behind him.

Zhou Fan didn't dodge any more, and punched him away.

The fists and feet collided, making a bang, and the infuriating rage raged. White infuriating ripples swayed in the air, and the ripples turned into a gust of wind, blowing the clothes of all the onlookers, and their hair trembled.

Everyone's eyes were shocked, and such a shocking infuriating agitation was beyond their imagination.

"I have seen countless battles between Qi orifice martial artists, but I have never seen a Qi orifice section with such a huge momentum. This Feng Batian didn't lie, he has already completed the high Qi orifice section." Zhao Yang looked The shadows were blurred in the field, and the two who were fighting together whispered in a deep voice, "But fortunately, Brother Zhou is not easy..."

The faces of the four sect masters around him also changed slightly, and their eyes were shocked. Only then did they understand that this was an unusual battle of Qi orifices.

Zhou Fan and Feng Batian were going back and forth with their fists and feet. They were really powerful, but they were very well contained within a certain range. Even the ground was only flying dust, and there were no cracks and potholes.

If the power is completely released, the destructive power is amazing, and the onlookers may have to retreat three feet away to ensure their own safety.

Another loud bang.

The two suddenly separated.

Everyone looked nervously over.

Neither Zhou Fan nor Feng Batian had any injuries, and the dazzling contest just now was indistinguishable.

"Sure enough." Feng Batian smiled with a frenzied fighting intent in his eyes.

"If you only have this ability, you will lose." Zhou Fan said calmly.

Zhou Fan didn't do his best. Since it's a contest, of course it's interesting to force the opponent to do his best. This can be said to be the first time he has fought with a sect's martial artist. In the fight just now, Feng Batian's control of his body's infuriating qi is very subtle. , much better than he did, and touched him.

The leader wouldn't teach Zhou Fan. He had always been groping for the battle. It was not until after witnessing the battle of the black dragon that he thought about transforming the primitive brutality into a refined fighting method.

I didn't expect that the head of a small sect could achieve this level.

Zhou Fan is looking forward to the next battle more and more, hoping that Feng Batian will not let him down.

Feng Batian laughed wildly: "It's so good, it was just a warm-up just now."

Feng Batian restrained his smile, his waist slumped slightly, and his whole person seemed to be a bit shorter. The infuriating qi between his mouth and nose swelled up and down, and the infuriating qi surrounding his body shrank and became a little different.

"Flying Snake Fist, please enlighten me!" Feng Batian stomped his feet, and he ejected towards Zhou Fan.

Zhou Fan raised his eyebrows slightly, he was still using the Eclipse Sun Spirit Fist, one left and one right fist slammed into Feng Batian's chest and abdomen.

But a strange scene happened, Feng Batian suddenly shrank his chest and abdomen, shrinking inward into a small waist, Zhou Fan's fists slammed into the air.

And Feng Batian's palm turned into a snake shape, and the majestic True Qi wrapped his fists and nailed it towards Zhou Fan's heart. This nail was sharp and fast.

Zhou Fan calmly stepped on his heels and floated towards the rear, trying to avoid his fists.

Feng Batian's arms stretched out suddenly, and they didn't look like human arms, allowing his snake-shaped fists to pop forward!

Zhou Fan did not expect this change.

The snake-shaped fists were nailed to Zhou Fan like nails.

With a bang, Zhou Fan flew out.

Feng Batian stepped forward, and the whole person continued to follow.

His arms trembled, and his snake-shaped fists gathered momentum. Before and after Zhou Fan's body, all kinds of snake fists phantoms spit out like machine guns, all falling on Zhou Fan's body, bang The bang kept ringing.

The people of the five factions in Nanjing Village were horrified, and the warriors were often caught with a single flaw that could determine victory.

Zhao Yang was so excited that he coughed loudly.

"Afan." The thin monkey was pale and wanted to rush forward, but the master next to him, Ao Feng, grabbed him.

Feng Batian shouted loudly, his fists condensed into a huge snake head and charged out.

Another loud bang.

Zhou Fan just fell to the ground.

The ground sank in an instant, turning into a big pit, and yellow dust filled the air.

Feng Batian then landed.

The disciples of Flying Snake Sect like Ruan Xiong and others cheered loudly.

It's just that Feng Batian didn't have any smile on his face, he just calmly looked at the pit Zhou Fan made.

Zhou Fan slowly stepped out of the pit. The outer layer of his body was surrounded by thick pure white infuriating energy, and the inner layer of infuriating energy was purple gold armor.

The whole place fell silent again.

Looking at Zhou Fan wearing purple gold armor, they were all stunned, because under the sky-filled boxing technique, they didn't notice when Zhou Fan put on the armor.

The armor is full of uneven and sharp traces of snake palms.

Zhou Fan removed his armor, and there was no injury on his body. He sighed a little: "What a powerful Flying Snake Fist~lightnovelpub.net~ If it's just Zijin Light Armor, it will definitely not be able to completely resist this Flying Snake Fist. Just now, when Feng Batian launched a fierce attack by Feng Batian's punch, Zhou Fan combined the purple-gold armor with the deep infuriating energy in his body.

Under the double-layered defense, Zhou Fan survived this fierce offensive.

Otherwise, he will definitely be injured. The combination of strong infuriating energy and purple gold armor is a defense method he usually explores!

The five factions of Nanjing Village were all relieved, they thought they were going to lose.

At the same time, their hearts were cheered up, because even Feng Batian's fierce onslaught punches could not break through Zhou Fan's defense, Zhou Fan was naturally invincible.

Instead, the disciples of the flying snake showed a worried look on their faces.

Feng Batian's eyes were slightly startled, and he quickly said calmly and solemnly: "You really surprised me time and time again, but your defense is high, and it's just a punching bag. How many times can you get me a snake punch?"

Again, his waist was slightly sluggish, and the infuriating qi between his nose and mouth was hobbled up and down, which was linked with the infuriating qi all over his body.