Chapter 3567 Three Moves to Defeat You!

The corners of Yu Xiaotian's mouth curled up a little after hearing this, "If you fought against me back then, you wouldn't be able to beat me with ten moves, but now, you shouldn't be able to survive three moves!"

At this point, many people at the scene were shocked. Yu Xiaotian's words were too arrogant.

The expression on Meng Lang's face froze instantly, he was so irritating and defiant.

Actually said that he couldn't do three tricks in his hands?

You know, in the entire Tianming Palace, except for Meng Nan, no one from the Meng family dared to say that he could restrain him within three moves.

Yu Xiaotian, as a big disciple of fate, undeniably has some abilities, but Meng Lang doesn't think that his aptitude will lose to him, he has a natural superiority, when he heard Yu Xiaotian's words It is undoubtedly a great shame and humiliation.

Looking around, in addition to some seniors of the family, there are many disciples from Tianming Palace watching, but Meng Nan is not seen.

Meng Lang was a little disappointed. He really wanted to prove his strength in front of Meng Nan.

Unfortunately, Meng Nan didn't seem to give him this chance.

"Yu Xiaotian, I hope your strength can be half of your skill!"

Meng Lang snorted coldly. Before the battle, it was almost a basic routine for opponents to talk harshly to each other. Meng Lang would not be scared by Yu Xiaotian's words and dare not fight!

On the contrary, he is now fighting fiercely!

Yu Xiaotian was gentle and polite, and made a gesture of invitation.

In the audience, everyone held their breaths. The world-shattering battle was about to begin. The number one Tianwei vs. the second Tianwei, who would have the last laugh?

Such a battle is very rare, and many people have made up their minds, hoping to gain something from watching this battle.

Long Qingxuan stood in a corner, looking at the stage. Although there was no fluctuation on his face, the tightly clenched fists behind his back betrayed his current mood.

Yu Xiaotian, you must not lose this battle!

In Long Qingxuan's eyes, powerful thoughts were released. Although he also had great confidence in Yu Xiaotian's strength, Meng Lang was not an ordinary person after all, so he was still a little worried. If Yu Xiaotian lost, then , not only lost the face of the master, but also lost the Palace of Destiny. At that time, the Meng family might make things difficult for them. For them, the situation will be very passive.

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On the stage, Meng Lang clenched his right fist in front of him, "My punch has a power of 10000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000.

The so-called strength of the wild can destroy a primordial world created by a monk of the first-order founding state with all his strength, and the power of a hundred wastes can destroy the world of primordial world created by a monk of the second-order founding state with all his strength.

This is a power calculation method circulated among high-level monks in the fairy world. One trillion is one billion billion, and one trillion is enough to destroy a ninth-order primordial world.

In other words, Meng Lang's punch was enough to destroy 8,000 ninth-order primordial worlds.

For the monks at the founding level, the primordial world in their bodies was basically their source of strength. That is to say, Meng Lang's full punch was enough to compete with eight thousand ninth-level powerhouses.

He really deserved to be a mighty Tianwei expert, the power of one punch was so terrifying.

But in fact, eight gigabytes of wild energy was just a conservative estimate for Meng Lang. With the blessing of the Dao weapon and the God of War flag on his body, as well as the blessing of martial arts, his peak strength must have exceeded 10,000 trillion.

Ten thousand trillion, that is, one against ten thousand.

The fairy god of war, this is meng lang.

Without saying a word, Meng Lang shook the banner of the God of War, stepped forward, and punched Yu Xiaotian with a no-frills punch.

Without the slightest leakage of energy, it looks like a simple punch, which is what is called simplicity.

For his punch, Meng Lang was very confident. Although he suffered a loss from Su Hang's hands last time, Su Hang was fate, so he had nothing to say, but now his opponent was Yu Xiaotian, He believed that Yu Xiaotian could take his punch, but it would definitely not be easy.

If Yu Xiaotian was sensible enough, he would definitely hide, but just now he has been aggressive with his words, if Yu Xiaotian hides, he will lose in terms of momentum!

However, Yu Xiaotian didn't mean to hide, and he didn't know if he didn't feel threatened, or if he didn't react. Seeing that Meng Lang's fist was approaching, in that trillionth of a trillionth of a second, suddenly With a punch, he greeted Meng Lang.

"boom!"

The fists collided, the surrounding space distorted and shattered in an instant, and the figures of the two disappeared from everyone's eyes in an instant.

The powerful barrier guarding the arena was like a balloon, stretched a lot by the violent shock wave, almost bursting.

Many people have the feeling that the doomsday is coming and they will survive the disaster.

Is this the battle of the mighty Tianwei? Even though they are not in the arena, they can also feel the horror of the power rush just now.

If this place is not in the world of martial arts, if the arena does not have a powerful barrier guard, just the impact of that punch, it can be said that the only ones who can survive the scene are probably those who are strong at the Tianwei level.

It took a long time for the broken space to stabilize. Under the traction of the power of law, it was like a broken mirror, and the fragments quickly returned to their original positions and recovered quickly.

It was only then that the figures of Meng Lang and Yu Xiaotian appeared in front of everyone again.

At this time, the two were separated by more than ten meters. Yu Xiaotian was still calmly holding the short stick, while Meng Lang was fluttering the battle flag behind his back, his blood boiling, like a male whose bloodthirsty instinct had been aroused. lion.

At this moment, Meng Lang's heart was full of waves. This Yu Xiaotian was able to take his punch abruptly.

The power of over 10,000 trillion barbaric strength, such a powerful power, if a ninth-level powerhouse came over, he would have been blasted into nothingness long ago, but Yu Xiaotian seemed like a normal person.

This has overturned Meng Lang's predictions. This guy's strength is probably much stronger than before. Could it be that this fellow has been in seclusion for so many years and has made a major breakthrough.

Thinking of what Yu Xiaotian said just now, that he could be defeated within three moves, Meng Lang had a bad feeling in his heart.

"I took a punch from you, then you can take a punch from me too!"

At this time, Yu Xiaotian said indifferently, and before he finished speaking, he was already in front of Meng Lang. It was also the same move that Meng Lang had just made, a plain and unpretentious punch, and blasted towards Meng Lang.

Compared with meng lang, this punch was a little less aggressive and imposing, and it seemed surprisingly slow.

Meng Lang's reaction speed was not bad either. He took a step back. Behind him, the war god's flag trembled violently, and the old ancestor scriptures were running wildly. The power bred by the nine primordial worlds in his body was crazily extracted and injected into his body. His muscles swelled and glowed with a faint golden light.