Playing the role of Yujiro Fanma, practicing martial arts to kill gods

When the audience held their heads high and wanted to find out, Emperor Chen's voice came out from within the pit again.

"It's kind of interesting, your tricks, is it interesting."

As he spoke, Emperor Chen's figure had already walked out of the pit.

Such a heavy impact and crater did not make Emperor Chen appear the slightest abnormality, but also made Emperor Chen stand up from the pit in an instant.

What a terrifying body this is.

After seeing Emperor Chen's figure, Zhao Fengling's gaze was obviously stunned.

She didn't expect that after suffering such a serious blow, Emperor Chen could actually recover so quickly.

Before Zhao Fengling could say anything, Emperor Chen galloped over again.

As the ground of the ring exploded instantly, Emperor Chen's figure came to Zhao Fengling again.

Looking at Zhao Fengchi's figure, Emperor Chen waved his fists in unison, leaving countless fist shadows in the air.

The violent friction between the fist and the air caused the nearby air to burn with rootless fire and burn.

Eight Doors Dun Jia, towards the peacock!

Between the swings of Emperor Chen's fist shadow, nearly endless flames erupted from the air and flew towards Zhao Fengchime.

The scorching heat spread throughout the ring, and the rocks were about to melt slowly.

However, in the face of Emperor Chen's dynasty peacock, Zhao Fengling not only did not choose to retreat, but kneaded the Taiji martial intent in his hand like dough.

As Zhao Fengchi's watermelon-like action continued, the Tai Chi martial intent on her body also began to swell at a speed visible to the naked eye.

The black and white Tai Chi martial intent is like a balloon, spinning and expanding.

The flowing and expanding Taiji Martial Intent gradually turned into a black and white vortex in the air, hooking the air above the entire ring.

All the power towards the peacock that was struck out by Emperor Chen was like floating floating that was swept into the vortex one by one, wrapped in this huge Taiji martial intent, and rotated together.

Emperor Chen looked at this scene in front of him, and the secret path was interesting.

Under Emperor Chen's low roar, Emperor Chen's fist speed increased by another three points.

The endless fire towards the peacock was like falling rain, covering the sky and spreading towards Zhao Feng Chime.

As the number of fires towards the peacock increased, the air and air flow stirred by Emperor Chen also began to gradually affect the rotation of Taiji Martial Intent.

Now above the vortex of Taiji martial intent, almost densely covered with hot balls of flame light, swirling around the vortex of Taiji.

With his own power to control so many fireballs, Zhao Fengchiang gradually reached his limit.

In the end, after finally withstanding a few rounds from Emperor Chen, Zhao Fengchi turned his gesture and diverted the vortex above the Taiji vortex.

Those peacock fires that originally revolved around the Taiji vortex instantly flew in the opposite direction towards Emperor Chen.

Looking at those oncoming peacock fires, Emperor Chen not only did not have any intention of backing down, but increased his output, and more fist shadows flew out from Emperor Chen's body.

Frontal hard bar!

The Chao Peacock that was counterattacked and the Chao Peacock in Emperor Chen's hand formed two raging rivers of fire, colliding with each other.

In an instant, countless roars of fire and explosions sounded from the ring.

Countless flames towards the peacock collided together, bursting into countless scorching flames, like fireworks, shining and blooming in the air.

The hot fire wave blew on every spectator on the platform, reflecting their cheeks flushed.

The heat of the heat burned them with sweat, and they could hardly open their eyes.

Two hot rivers of fire continued to collide and burn on the ring, and finally, after a while, Emperor Zhao and Zhao Fengling stopped attacking at the same time.

By this moment, countless hot peacock fires had already baked the entire surface of the ring into a magma land, pitted, and only a few places still had a place to stand.

Emperor Chen and Zhao Fengling glanced at each other, without any nonsense, the two galloped towards each other again, fighting close together.

Even though Emperor Chen at this moment had already opened the Eight Gates of Dun Jia and the Ghost Back, Zhao Fengchi did not fall behind in the slightest.

I saw that Zhao Fengchi transformed his Taiji martial intent into a tulle-like existence, covering his whole body and making it airtight.

Under the influence of Taiji Martial Intent, every attack of Emperor Chen would be greatly reduced, and when it hit Zhao Fengchi, the strength did not know how much it had been reduced.

In addition, these willow-like Taiji martial intentions will accumulate on Emperor Chen's body little by little in the process of fighting, making Emperor Chen's movements more laborious.

Although Zhao Fengling's martial intent was not as explosive as Emperor Chen, the longer the battle, the more Emperor Chen could feel the horror of the other party.

The Tai Chi martial intent stuck to his body was like a superglue, gradually locking his body and movements.

Every time the current Emperor Chen made a new move, the strength he had to spend would increase several times.

The more he fought like this, the more unfavorable the situation was for Emperor Chen.

As the battle continued, these pervasive Taiji martial intentions were like flowing water, gradually covering the entire ring.

No matter where Emperor Chen went, he would be bound by these Taiji martial intentions.

Until the end, Emperor Chen even had difficulty exerting his strength.

Feeling the sense of restraint above his body, Emperor Chen did not smile angrily.

"Interesting, really interesting."

"However, just like that, you can't help me!"

After a low roar, the green energy on Emperor Chen's body suddenly switched to light blue, and as soon as the seventh door of the eight doors of Dun Jia opened, the momentum on Emperor Chen's body suddenly doubled.

The violent air flow sprayed thinly, blowing the Tai Chi martial intent above the field like fallen leaves in the water, floating erratically, as if it might be overturned at any time.

Looking at the terrifying power bursting out of Emperor Chen's body, Zhao Fengchiang's pupils contracted sharply.

After unleashing the power of the Eight Dun Jia Seventh Gate, Emperor Chen at this moment had already reached a peak in his state again.

Facing Emperor Chen in this state, even Zhao Fengling felt a trace of fear.

Probably, will lose.

For some reason, just sensing the tyrannical aura on Emperor Chen's body, these big words sounded in Zhao Fengling's mind.

After perceiving his state, Zhao Fengling immediately shook his head.

The battle has not yet begun, how can you weaken the momentum first?

Emperor Chen looked at Zhao Fengchi in front of him and stretched out three fingers.

"Three moves, within the next three moves, you will inevitably lose to me!"