Both of the Bengshan Fist are tentative attacks against the Baizhan Fist, and both are about to retreat at once.

Fang Yan is a rising star, the little war king Suning. He has been famous for a long time. Although he is not as skilled as Tao Hui in the Yin-Yang Realm, his body of the Hundred Battles was sharpened in the test of blood and fire. His body is comparable to a spiritual treasure and is invulnerable to swords and guns. He has both the Hundred Battles King Body. It can be said that he has been invincible. Few cultivators of the same level can break through his defense.

"Your strength is better than the rumored ones. During this period, you must have made considerable progress." With a tentative move of the Hundred Battle King Fist, Su Ning had a clear understanding of Fang Yan's strength. This person is definitely a master who pretends to be a pig and eats a tiger, and he is much more powerful than the rumor.

"You are not weak either. You can be said to be the strongest person I have ever seen in the first-class physical refining technique." Fang Yan looked suspicious. He knew that he had met a strong enemy today. The strength of the little war king Suning is no weaker than those geniuses. If it weren't for Jian Wuqing, Song Dao and Princess Qianqian were too dazzling, Suning would have shined.

"You are practicing the Dali Sect, the Barbarian King's Power Art! The power is more than the power of thousands of dragons. No wonder the masters who challenged the Yin-Yang realm above level." The little war king Suning and Fang Yan fought tentatively several times. He found that Fang Yan had no other great things except for his great power. He is also a dual cultivation of the Dharma body, known as the Little War King and the Hundred War King's Body. It was cultivated after the test of blood and fire. His explosive power was also greater than the power of thousands of dragons, no less weak than Fang Yan.

"That's right, what I'm practicing is the Barbarian King's Power Art of the Dali Sect." Fang Yan nodded undeniably.

"You can burst out the power of Thousand Dragons, and you have cultivated the Barbarian King's Power Technique to the realm of a generation of masters. How is this possible? How can you be so strong? It's in the Dali Sect. Someone who has never seen anyone cultivated the Barbarian King's Power Technique to the realm of a generation of masters at your age. Your talent is so good." The little war king Suning frowned, a little unbelievable. The Barbarian King's Power Technique can cultivate the realm of a generation of masters and has the power of Thousand Dragons. His posture is directly superior to him.

"If the people of Dali Sect do it, it doesn't mean that I can't do it either. I must win this competition today. I have been tentatively attacking for so long. Let you try the power of my volcano rage!" Fang Yan also had a certain understanding of Suning's strength. His Hundred Battles King's body can absorb some damage, which makes his resistance to attack very strong. If he doesn't erupt, ordinary attacks will be like tickling him and will not hurt him at all.

"The Wrath of the Volcano."

Both were body refining flows, fighting in close combat. Fang Yan's volcanic rage hit the opponent's body. The little war king Suning's body was shocked and then he returned to peace.

"This Hundred Battles King's Body has some tricks." Fang Yan's self-created magical powers were bombarded, and Suning seemed like nothing happened, which shocked Fang Yan. The other party's Flying Hundred Battles King's Body was so perverted. In this way, I'm afraid that only by using the Five Dragons Divine Fist with all his strength can he hurt the other party.

In fact, it was not only Fang Yan who was shocked, but Suning was also shocked, but he did not show it. Fang Yan's volcanic rage erupted from his body, shaking people's internal organs. If you have a strong body, his internal organs were damaged by the meridians. However, if he punched a few more times, he would have a spirit body with a hundred battles, but he would also be shocked by this shock force from the outside to the inside.

"I'm eating a Five Dragons Divine Fist." Fang Yan's face turned solemn. He knew that he had encountered a strong enemy in this battle. He shouted loudly, and the fire dragon of the Five-Orient Divine Fist roared. This Five Dragons Divine Fist can attack in close combat or far, and the power of melee combat is very great.

"Hundred Battle King Fist."

Looking at the fire dragon that was roaring in anger, Suning felt the dangerous aura from it, and raised his spirits, and used the Hundred Battle King Fist to resolve it.

The little war king Suning punched like the wind. After a round of attacks, his body movements continued to move. Fang Yan's fire dragon roar was calmly resolved by him.

"The water dragon roars!"

The roar of the fire dragon was resolved, and Fang Yan did not look unexpected. The opponent's Hundred Battles King body was so strong that he did not think that the opponent could be defeated by just one fire dragon roar.

"Armor of evil spirit!"

Suning shouted loudly, and a sharp evil aura spread out from his body, forming an armor to protect him, and the Hundred Battle King Fist faced the hideous and huge water dragon.

The water dragon roared by and used his fists as a medium to rush towards the evil armor, which shocked Fang Yan. The little war king ignored the defense and launched a strong attack on him, and his water dragon roar was actually blocked by his evil armor.

"What a strong defense, even the lower-grade defense spirit treasure cannot do this!" Seeing the roar of the water dragon that he was proud of, but failed to achieve success, Fang Yan's pupils shrank suddenly, as if he had encountered something incredible.

"I don't believe it anymore. There is no defense in this world that cannot be defeated, and this is just a layer of evil spirit. If you want to break it, you should be able to break it with the roar of the fire dragon and the wrath of the volcano."

"The Wrath of the Volcano."

Fang Yan raised his hand to block it, and then the wrath of the self-created magical power volcano was instantly blasted out, attacking the evil armor on the other party's chest.

This evil aura is the evil aura accumulated by Suning in the underground world for many years. This evil aura armor condensed, and its powerful defense is far superior to that of the defensive spirit treasure.

"Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom!"

The banging sound kept ringing, and Fang Yan used the volcano rage without thinking about the consumption. The purpose was to break the opponent's evil armor. Even if you can destroy it, you can cause certain damage to the opponent from the inside.

Fang Yan blasted out dozens of punches in succession, and there was a vague feeling of being pulled out. What Fang Yan unexpectedly was that Suning's evil armor was not broken. After he endured Fang Yan's own magical power volcano rage, his internal organ was severely damaged. At this moment, he began to vomit blood, but he forced him to swallow it back.

"What kind of attack is this? It's actually injured, and my evil armor is still intact." Suning pressed the injuries in his body and asked Fang Yan coldly.

"This call is called the fury of a volcano. It is like a volcano erupting, hurting the enemy from the inside, and you can ignore all defenses." Fang Yan couldn't help but hear this.

"The Wrath of the Volcano!" Suning looked suspicious. Such an attack was very evil, ignoring magic power and all defenses. Ordinary heaven-level kung fu could not do this at all.

"Is this a magical power?" Suning's boss suddenly opened his pupils and asked Fang Yan.
Chapter completed!