"Eat my charity!"

Fang Qingyun waved the bench in his hand.

The bench that seemed ordinary but was actually a holy soldier followed like a shadow, and a loud bang fell heavily on Zhao Heng's body.

A ripples of space that can be seen in the naked eye were surging towards all directions.

Circles of space ripples, layer by layer.

The strong wind blew uprooted the gate of the village and rolled it into the air. The ground under the two of them collapsed, and cracks spread across the ground.

While spreading in all directions.

The ground was constantly collapsed and sinking, and in the entire ancient village, small buildings were all trapped under the ground.

Screams and screams came from the village.

"not good!"

Fang Qingyun's face suddenly changed. With a wave of his hand, the entire village seemed to be frozen.

There were countless hands invisibly protecting the villagers.

Sent a hundred miles away.

Swish! Fang Qingyun took the bench and retreated, distanced himself from Zhao Heng, and said coldly: "Do you dare to fight me to heaven?"

The power of the Saint Master is too strong.

It may collapse at any time and possess the power to destroy the world.

If the battle in the Qingtian Realm is fought, the aftermath of the two saints can destroy the land of a state.

Although this is the Xuan Realm, the space is much more stable and powerful than that of the Qingtian Realm.

But it is also difficult to withstand the battle between powerful people in the Saint Venerable Realm.

What's more, it's a life-and-death battle! Fang Qingyun didn't want the creatures to suffer, and was even more worried that the fight between the two would destroy the clan veins hidden in the secret realm of Zhaixing Peak.

However... Zhao Heng sneered and said with disdainful expression: "What's there to be afraid of?

Could it be that if you, the elder of the Tiance clan, cannot even control your own strength perfectly?"

"Crazy..." Fang Qingyun cursed inwardly.

People from the Martial Clan advocate martial arts.

We should respect our strength! We should respect our martial arts! But... They never respect our martial ethics! We should respect our martial ethics! According to the people of the martial ethics, what is martial ethics?

That is an excuse to beg for mercy when he can't beat others! Look at what kind of virtues are the people of the martial clan... He wishes to fight under Zhaixing Peak. If he accidentally pushes Zhaixing Peak, why not destroy the clan veins of the Tiance clan?

Fang Qingyun's face turned pale and gritted his teeth and shouted angrily: "I have never seen such a shameless Saint Venerable Realm powerhouse. You, the people of the martial clan, have once again refreshed the lower limit of my understanding of shamelessness!"

"brazen?

Humph, since ancient times, the king has been successful and the enemy has lost. As long as you win, you will be the winner. Who dares to say that I am shameless?"

Zhao Heng snorted coldly.

He took a sudden step under his feet, and then he heard a loud bang of sounds breaking through the air and was deafening.

In an instant.

A huge sole appeared in the air and stepped down towards Fang Qingyun.

Tian Can't Feet! One of the ten thigh techniques of the Martial Clan.

This method uses the power of heaven and earth to condense between feet, and one foot is like a mountain falling into the world.

The momentum is strong and the force is heavy.

Unstoppable! “It’s a must!”

Fang Qingyun slapped the bench with both hands, and the energy nails formed by the power of heaven and earth appeared on the surface of the bench.

The entire bench surface was like a hedgehog for a moment.

Fang Qingyun threw the bench and raised his hands together, pushing the bench that was enlarged like a giant screen covering the sky above his head.

With a loud bang, the huge soles of feet fell firmly on the bench.

And the long nails on the bench are stained with bright red blood.

I heard a scream.

Zhao Heng retreated one after another, and his giant foot was shrinking. When Zhao Heng fell to the ground, his right leg had already returned to its normal size.

But there was a bright red piece on the soles of the feet and blood continued to flow.

"When you are sick, you will die!"

Fang Qingyun rushed up with the bench.

He swung the bench with golden light and smashed it at Zhao Heng again and again.

Bang bang bang!                                                            

This Zhao Heng is worthy of practicing Heng's way of refining.

The body is so strong that it is comparable to a holy soldier.

Even though he was so arrogantly beaten by Fang Qingyun, he never showed signs of depression. He saw him seize the opportunity and took action suddenly.

His hands were like dragons, and he grabbed the bench tightly.

"not good!"

Fang Qingyun's face suddenly changed, and the power of heaven and earth was rising and falling.

It’s a pity... Zhao Heng was faster than him! Boom! Zhao Heng grabbed the bench with both hands and swung his body like a top.

Even the bench holy soldiers broke free from Fang Qingyun's hand, and Zhao Heng kicked out both legs.

Bang bang!                                                             

He kicked Fang Qingyun away.

"The Confinement Realm!"

Zhao Heng took advantage of the victory to pursue, without giving Fang Qingyun any chance to breathe.

I saw the power of heaven and earth floating and rising, turning into a huge territory.

In this field.

The chains formed by the power of heaven and earth flew out automatically. With a loud bang, the chains kept entangling Fang Qingyun's hands and feet, as well as his body.

In this field, Fang Qingyun was like a confined mummy and could not move.

Zhao Heng's head was facing down, his feet were like a whirlwind, and he fell on Fang Qingyun's body.

Thousands of sound.

Every attack made Fang Qingyun spew a mouthful of blood.

If the powerful Saint Venerable Realm had not experienced the baptism of heaven and earth and had unparalleled vitality, Fang Qingyun would have been beaten to death by Zhao Heng under such a violent attack.

However... even though Fang Qingyun is a powerful person in the Saint Realm and his body is extremely powerful, he was seriously injured under such an attack.

"Get down!"

As Zhao Heng roared, he grabbed the bench with both hands at the same time.

The entire bench suddenly shone brightly.

It turned into a golden bench as huge as a mountain. As Zhao Heng waved the bench in his hand suddenly, with a loud bang, he smashed Fang Qingyun's head hard.

"Not good..." Fang Qingyun's face suddenly changed.

He guarded Zhaixing Peak and also protected the safety of the Tiance clan's clan.

If he is defeated or killed by Zhao Heng.

The tribe of the Tiance clan is about to be at stake.

Once the clan vein is destroyed.

The generals of the Martial Clan can attack Tiance Prefecture in large numbers. The strong men of the Tiance clan are at stake, and the inheritance may be destroyed at any time...                                        

When Fang Qingyun was full of despair.
Chapter completed!