Chapter 1811 Intense Battle Situation

"Seventy-two sky-cracking palms, one palm after another, like a continuous flood, the power of each palm is superimposed, and the last palm can almost shatter the world. I don't know how Zhuo Bufan will deal with it."

In the arena, fierce palm prints spread all over the sky, like a giant paddle stirring the sea-like true essence, and the aftermath of the bursting true essence caused ripples in the light covering the arena. Several cracks.

Zhuo Bufan, who was in the shadow of the palm, could naturally feel the fierce palm wind, and each palm was more powerful than the previous one.

Yi Yi has almost no reservations, he wants to quickly solve Zhuo Bufan's opponent, maintain a good state, and deal with the next battle.

Therefore, in the eyes of everyone, the current Zhuo Bufan was almost crushed by Yan Yi with an overwhelming advantage, and he was beaten 'backwardly'.

"Heaven-rank martial arts are really extraordinary. If they are cultivated to a great degree, they may be comparable to middle-class martial arts."

Zhuo Bufan's eyes were blazing, and he thought in his heart that he kept bombarding the palm prints all over the sky with hard fists, and the sound of sonic booms resounded through the valley, like weapons clashing, bursting out waves of sonic explosions.

Now, it shows the weakness of Zhuo Bufan's martial arts. In his previous life, he majored in magic arts, and he was only on a relatively backward cultivation planet. How could he, like the Xuanjie sect, award the heavenly rank martial arts to the disciples of the outer sect.

It can be seen that for Wei Yi, the master who rewarded him with heaven-level martial arts also has a high opinion of him. Before that, he had hidden his secrets in Qimen Qi Yi, so that he could shine today.

"I will not be a stepping stone for you to become famous." Zhuo Bufan gritted his steel teeth, his fist was covered with a layer of frost, and suddenly struck away, the powerful and cold true essence condensed on the surface of the fist, colliding with the palm print of Yiyi Together, the true energy and the cold energy collapsed in an instant.

The opponent's heaven-level martial arts, coupled with the fact that his cultivation level is at the Galaxy level, Zhuo Bufan's true energy and cold energy can't even enter the opponent's body, and it has already been blasted to pieces by the former's violent true essence.

Now, it reflects the importance of martial arts, and also exposed Zhuo Bufan's shortcomings in martial arts. In his previous life, the most powerful martial arts he got was the "Nine Swords Against the Heavens", but he couldn't advance to the "Spiritual Martial Arts" realm and practice martial arts Laws, unable to exert the greatest power of martial arts.

The two collided dozens of times in less than a minute.

The eyes of Yi Yi were burning like flames, with an indomitable momentum, which made his palm prints more powerful, but at the same time, there was a slight surprise on Zhuo Bufan's face that he was able to catch so many palms without retreating.

"You are very powerful, you can catch so many palm prints of mine, but the Sky Cracking Palm is comparable to a middle-level martial art of the sky, you still have time to admit defeat!"

During the battle, Yi Yi's voice burst out.

"If you want me to admit defeat, defeat me first." Zhuo Bufan smiled coldly. Dozens of red marks appeared on the skin of his chest hidden under his clothes. With a faint red light.

At the same time, the Star Wheel Yanyu Diagram was used to the extreme, and the cold and strong true essence spread to all limbs and bones like sea water.

"Okay, then I'll hit you until you admit defeat."

He Yi shouted loudly, his palm changed drastically, and he slapped at Zhuo Bufan again, the powerful zhenyuan shook the surrounding air almost in a distorted state.

Many disciples onlookers also stared wide-eyed, looking at the two fighting figures on the ring, their eyes showed a thick color of horror. This kind of horror and shock was because two dark horses were unexpectedly killed in this ring match. .

He Yi is an old disciple of Qimen. He usually acts in a very low-key manner. He belongs to the level of neither good nor bad. Even the group stage just now was very difficult, and he just broke out and won the group stage championship.

However, the power displayed by Yiyi is indeed shocking. It seems that in the group stage, Yiyi deliberately concealed his strength.

"The seventieth palm..."

At the same time when everyone was horrified, Yi Yi's figure rushed up, and the palm of his hand was condensed with a little jade-colored luster, like a top-grade treasure. shoot away.

Facing this palm, Zhuo Bufan also showed a hint of horror in his eyes, crossed his arms to resist the front, the palm print hit his arms, and a huge force poured into his body, that feeling was like being hit by a mountain .

The figure retreated and landed on the ring, his feet were like sharp swords, directly sinking into the stone slab for a few inches, and a circle of cracks like spider silk spread around it.

"The seventy-first palm!"

At the same time as Zhuo Bufan landed, there was a sound of breaking wind in the sky, and Yi Yi obviously didn't intend to stop, and wanted to deal with Zhuo Bufan, a powerful opponent, once and for all.

Boom!

There was another explosive sound, and Zhuo Bufan's legs sunk into the ground like iron plows, forcibly drawing two deep ravines on the solid ring surface.

"Seventy-two palms!"

He Yi's eyes are unusually determined. He is not talented and does not have a deep family background, but he has achieved today's strength with a hundred times, a thousand times more effort than ordinary people.

The right palm completely turned into a jade color, with a little bit of cold edge emerging, like a knife in the palm of Zhuo Bufan, the 'Seventy-two Cracking Sky Palm' is more powerful than the other palm, and the seventy-second palm is comparable to Even a star-hu-level expert in martial arts at the middle level of the sky rank would not dare to resist the palm of Yi Yi head-on.

The wind of the palm was fierce, stirring up the true essence in all directions, turning into a violent hurricane, almost tearing apart the heaven and the earth.

"Huh?" Even Duanmu Jinglin, who had always been indifferent, saw the power of this palm, and his originally indifferent face became slightly strange, "This guy is hiding deep enough."

"Moon Worship Fist!"

Facing the strongest blow of Yi Yi, Zhuo Bufan flashed a flash of light in the depths of his eyes, and the true energy in his body quickly gathered in his right arm, and the entire right arm was wrapped in frost in an instant, and then, a gust of cold air It spread and smashed into the hurricane like a snake in the sky.

The resplendent fist was like a sharp blade, smashing the hurricane into pieces, and those fluctuating forces were like raging sea water hitting the light wall continuously, and then, the fist and the palm print of the hurricane's eye clashed together, and in an instant, The world was silent.

After a while, the entire arena sank instantly. With the two of them as the center, several deep cracks spread towards the edge. A huge pit appeared on the arena. Then, an invisible wave of air spread and hit the edge of the arena. On the curved wall of light, cracks appeared in an instant, turning into pieces of golden light that dissipated between heaven and earth.

This scene caused many 'big shots' on the viewing stage to stare wide-eyed at the same time. This fierce battle surprised them, and it was even more exciting than the final finals of previous years.

All eyes were focused on the arena billowing with thick smoke at the same time. The mountain wind blew slowly, and the smoke slowly dissipated.

The blurred figures of the two appeared in the sight of everyone just now.