Chapter 334 Xiaochen, Can You Blow My Hairy Head Apart?

"Xiaochen...won?"

In the space next to Qiankun Lei, Maofu looked blank and seemed to have no reaction.

On the barbecue grill behind him, the colorful fish had been burnt black, and there were sparks inside.

"As the second senior sister, Xiaochen won, shouldn't you be happy?" Not far away, Linglong chuckled softly.

On the table next to her was a finished embroidered handkerchief.

The pattern above is a heroic figure of Lu Chen holding a "floating light" and holding a bow against the full moon!

At this time, she was still threading the needle in her hands.

The outline that appeared on the embroidery plate was exactly the scene where Lu Chen threw that punch.

Although it has not yet fully formed, the unparalleled dominance has already emerged.

"It's not that I'm unhappy..."

Maofu woke up from a dream and looked back. In addition to shock, there was also a little panic in his eyes.

"Junior sister, aren't you nervous?"

"Junior brother entered the profession hundreds of years later than us, he is only twenty years old..."

Maofu was a little incoherent. She stretched out her hand and tried to draw a big circle, "But is he so strong now?"

Looking at the Qiankun League again, Lu Chen looked like a god Ling Chen on the stage.

Not far in front of them were several figures scattered about, and several heads like broken watermelons.

"Wu Heng and the five of them have formed a military formation, and even I am no match for them."

Maofu's expression was bitter, as if she was talking in her sleep: "Now, they are all destroyed by Xiaochen's punch."

"Doesn't that mean..."

"Xiaochen, can you blow up my hairy head?"

After hearing this, Linglong glanced up, with a smile on her lips.

This is what people who are intoxicated with the art of painting are like this.

The innocent heart is like a child sometimes.

However, Xiao Maomao's small height and childish face will make people subconsciously ignore her age.

In my ears, I heard the absent-minded Maofu murmuring to herself: "Xiaochen is so perverted. I worked so hard to upgrade just to maintain the suppression of being a senior sister..."

"But I have risen from the star realm to the blazing sun, but I can't beat him?"

Blinking his eyes, he seemed to have come to his senses.

She looked at Linglong, who was embroidering on the desk, and breathed a sigh of relief, "Fortunately, there is still someone at the bottom."

Then, he said in confusion: "Junior sister! As a mountain and sea realm, don't you have a sense of urgency or even shame in your heart?"

"No~"

Linglong raised her head and looked at her gently, "Little Maomao, I know you are wronged. Come on, let me touch your Maomao head~"

"?"

Maofu: "Junior sister! Your ideas are very dangerous! Be careful, I will beat you!~"

…

And at this moment.

The entire Qiankun Lei space was still dead silent.

The tens of thousands of spectators seemed to be turned to stone, staring blankly at the five corpses on the ring.

No, exactly...

The only ones that are relatively complete and can be identified are Wu Heng, Ao Wuxu, and Ji Shikui.

The other two, which were slightly weaker, really exploded directly under the power of the "Fist of Fighting God" and turned into large and small scum.

At such a close distance, it is impossible to escape.

Even the soul was directly destroyed!

However!

At this moment, a sudden change occurred——

A group of gray light suddenly appeared among Wu Heng's corpse.

The light seemed to be constantly consuming and getting weaker. After flickering for a few breaths, the first thing that appeared was the appearance of an old man, and then it turned into the appearance of Wu Heng himself.

"It's the "corpse monster" he cultivated, that tiger..." Lu Chen looked at the light and shadow and thought to himself.

As for precautions, there is no need.

Because in his soul, Xiaoshu had already told him: the other party was just a residual spirit of obsession and was about to dissipate.

"What kind of punch was that just now?" Wu Heng's dim eyes still showed shock and a hint of urgency.

"Dou Zhan Shen Fist." Lu Chen said calmly.

"Duzhan... Divine Fist..."

Wu Heng murmured repeatedly, and his expression suddenly became excited: "This punch is definitely not of the divine level! Is it the rumored emperor level? Tell me, tell me quickly!"

Because his emotions fluctuated so much, he dissipated faster and faster.

The appearance of the obsession has become blurry, leaving only the outline of a human figure.

Lu Chen looked at him and finally nodded before he dismissed it: "Yes, this fist is of the emperor level."

"Hahaha!"

"Emperor level, really Emperor level!"

"We are so greedy for profit that we died from such a legendary fist! We deserve it, we deserve it, we deserve it!"

Wu Heng seemed to be crying, laughing, shaking, and gradually dissipated between heaven and earth.

The body is destroyed and the soul is scattered.

This episode made the tens of thousands of spectators present wake up from a dream.

"Emperor level?"

Many people are confused and ask: "Aren't our nine realm martial arts only have divine level, heaven level, earth level, Xuan level, and yellow level..."

In the world of nine realms, whether it is realm cultivation, skills, equipment, etc.

The highest is the divine level!

Even most warriors believe that the divine level is the limit of martial arts, and there is no higher existence.

At this moment, they heard a strange sequence——

Emperor level!

In the midst of the uproar, a well-informed elder finally spoke: "The divine level is only the limit of the nine realms, not the limit of martial arts."

After finishing speaking, he sighed and added: "There are people outside the world, and there is God outside the sky!"

Up to now, regarding the relationship between the Nine Realms and the Xuanlan Sect, and even the existence of the Xuanlan Sect... many middle and low-level warriors are completely unaware.

This deliberate concealment is not only in the Demon Realm and the Nether Realm.

Even in Daxia, it is concealed from ordinary warriors.

When the cultivation is sufficient, or the circle of contact is reached, they will naturally know.

"This boy, at the Grandmaster level, has mastered four or five top-level true meanings, and has an emperor-level boxing method..." At this time, a Dharma-phase ancestor in the Baijia Realm sighed and said to himself.

"If he ascends to the Star Realm, I'm afraid he can tear Lieyang alive!"

At this moment, the strong men who are qualified to sit in the first three rows of the spectator seats all have complicated expressions.

Some are shocked, some watch coldly, and some have murderous intent.

Especially the God Realm and Dharma-phase ancestors in the Demon Realm, Nether Realm, and the Demon Realm, all have gloomy faces.

In Yinping Ridge, the young generation of Tianjiao sent in for training was killed by Lu Chen.

Now...

In the Mesozoic Era, the top military genius who could carry the banner was actually killed by Lu Chen with one punch in front of tens of thousands of onlookers.

In their hearts, hatred was like the sea!