Still fighting or not?

The shout was very loud, and Zhou Fan and Feng Batian both turned their heads and looked over.

The villager shrank his neck and laughed dryly, "I shouted casually, I don't have much intention, you guys continue."

Zhou Fan and Feng Batian ignored the villagers watching the fun.

The two moved and opened the distance.

"Then let me experience the tricks of the first person below Gao Xiang's martial arts." Feng Batian shouted coldly, his true energy was surging, and the ground was filled with excitement.

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

Feng Batian's body condensed a layer of white qi, which was cold and cold, like a vicious poisonous snake, trying to kill Zhou Fan.

Zhou Fan did not draw his sword, and the thick white true energy in his body gushed out, keeping his punches.

When the fist was released, Feng Batian seemed to hit the powerful fist directly. The timing of the punch was accurate, without a slight difference.

This punch also lit up the eyes of Zhao Yang and others who were watching, and they almost blurted out.

But they swallowed their good words.

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

Under this extremely fast punch, Feng Batian's head suddenly tilted his back, just as his head was retracted into his neck, splitting the sharp punch.

While Feng Batian leaned back, his right leg suddenly lifted upwards, like a heavy axe, and the sound of the wind was whistling.

The big axe was about to tear Zhou Fan in half, but the big axe just slashed into a phantom, tearing the phantom apart.

Feng Batian's pupils shrank slightly, his hair was standing upside down, and his posture was weird that he seemed unable to move anymore. He suddenly twisted his left foot and rotated his whole body, tugging up and stopping his right leg, sweeping across the surroundings.

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

Zhou Fan did not avoid it anymore and beat it with a punch.

The fists and feet collided, and a bang sound was heard, and the true energy spread out. White true energy ripples appeared in the air, and the ripples turned into strong wind, blowing everyone watching clothes and their hair trembled slightly.

Everyone was shocked, and such amazing stimulation of true energy was beyond their imagination.

"I have seen countless battles between Qijiao section warriors, but I have never seen Qijiao sections that can make such a huge noise. Feng Batian did not lie. He was already full of Qijiao sections." Zhao Yang saw the blurry shadows in the audience, and the two fighting each other whispered in a deep voice, "But fortunately, Brother Zhou is not simple either..."

The four sect leaders around him also changed their faces slightly and their eyes were shocked. Only then did they realize that this was an unusual contest between Qi and Ji.

Zhou Fan and Feng Batian fisted back and forth, with a magnificent spirit, but it was easy to close within a certain range. Even the ground was just flying dust and there were no cracks or bumps.

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

Another loud bang.

The two suddenly separated.

Everyone looked over nervously.

Zhou Fan and Feng Batian were not injured at all, and the dazzling contest just now was no different.

"It's true that there is some ability." Feng Batian smiled with a fanatical fighting spirit in his eyes.

"If you only have this ability, you will lose." Zhou Fan said with a calm expression.

Zhou Fan did not do his best. Since it was a contest, of course it would be interesting to force the other party to use all his strength. This can be said to be his first time fighting with the warriors of the sect. In the battle just now, Feng Batian's control of the true qi of his body was very exquisite, which was much better than him, touching him.

The guide would not teach Zhou Fan. He had always been exploring his own battles. It was not until after witnessing the battle of the Black Dragon that he thought about the transformation from primitive roughness to fine combat methods.

I didn't expect that a small sect leader could do this.

Zhou Fan became more and more excited about the next battle, hoping that Feng Batian would not let him down.

Feng Batian laughed wildly and said, "It's so good. Just now I was just a warm-up."

Feng Batian curled his smile and his waist was slightly heavy. He seemed to be shorter. The true energy between his mouth and nose was swallowed and raised, and the true energy surrounding his body contracted and shrank, and it became a little different.

"Flying Snake Fist, please give me advice!" Feng Batian stomped his feet and he shot towards Zhou Fan.

Zhou Fan raised his eyebrows slightly, and he was still using the Sun-Eclipse Fist, with his fists from left and right hitting Feng Batian's chest and abdomen.

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

Feng Batian's palm turned into a snake-shaped shape, and his powerful true energy wrapped around his fists, heading towards Zhou Fan's heart. This nail was fierce, fast and vicious.

Zhou Fan was calm and stepped on his heels, and he floated backwards, trying to avoid his fists.

Feng Batian's arms suddenly stretched out, and his arms were not as good as humans, allowing his snake-shaped fists to pop forward!

Zhou Fan could not have expected this change.

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

With a bang, Zhou Fan flew out.

Feng Batian stepped on his feet and continued to follow.

His arms trembled, and his snake-shaped fists were accumulating momentum. When he reached Zhou Fan's body, he penetrated the drill and crashed into the hook and spit out all the snake fists like a machine gun, and all fell on Zhou Fan's body, and the bangs kept ringing.

The people of the five sects of Nanjing Village were shocked, and warriors were often caught with a flaw in their hands and could decide victory.

Zhao Yang coughed loudly in excitement.

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

Feng Batian shouted fiercely, his fists condensed into a huge snake head and rushed out.

Another loud bang.

Zhou Fan then fell to the ground.

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

Feng Batian then landed.

The disciples of Feishemen, such as Ruan Xiong and others, cheered loudly.

But Feng Batian didn't have any smile on his face, he just looked at the pit that Zhou Fan smashed.

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

The whole audience was silent again.

Looking at Zhou Fan wearing purple and gold armor, they were all stunned, because under the boxing technique of the sky, they did not notice when Zhou Fan put on the armor.

The armor was covered with 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."

If it were just the purple gold light armor, it would definitely not be able to completely resist the flying snake fist. When Feng Batian was hit by Feng Batian's boxing just now, Feng Batian took advantage of the momentum to launch a fierce attack, Zhou Fan combined the purple gold armor with the thick true energy in his body.

With double-layer defense, Zhou Fan survived this fierce offensive.

Otherwise, he would definitely be injured. The combination of thick true energy and purple gold armor is a defensive method he usually explores!

The people from the five sects of Nanjing Village all breathed a sigh of relief, thinking they were going to lose.

At the same time, they felt excited, because Feng Batian's fierce attack and punching could not penetrate Zhou Fan's defense, so Zhou Fan naturally stood invincible.

Instead, the disciple of Feishe showed a look of worry on his face.

Feng Batian's eyes showed a little shock, and he quickly calmed down and said in a deep voice: "You really surprised me again and again, but your defense is high, just a sandbag that was beaten. How many times can you get hit with my snake punch?"

His waist was slightly sank, and his true qi was swallowed and sucked and raised, connecting with his true qi in his body.
Chapter completed!