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Boom boom boom!

As Liu Zhengyang and the Doumen cultivators began to fight their fists, bursts of dull blows sounded like thunder.

And unlike ordinary cultivators fighting fists, every time Liu Zhengyang and this cultivator bump their fists, a lot of light will burst out at the place where the fists collide, and there will be obvious energy fluctuations, and the terrifying sound of explosions is one after another. If they hadn't seen their fists bang with their own eyes, it is estimated that some people thought they were banging their cannons.

Seeing such a shocking battle scene, Zhong Qinglei and Panmen Sect Master didn't react at all.

The monks in Doumen were wide-eyed and shocked on the spot.

One of the Doumen monks was horrified: "What happened? Liu Zhengyang's tricks are a bit similar to our Doumen skills, and the power seems to be greater. Where did he learn it? You can't just look at it in battle and learn it. Bar?"

"How can there be such a talented monk in the world?" Another Doumen monk quickly denied: "If it was so easy to learn a skill, our Doumen monks would have soared into the sky. But if he didn't learn it from us, where would he come from? learned?"

"Could it be that there are geniuses like our Doumen monks elsewhere? Impossible, right?"

Because Liu Zhengyang could easily deal with the monks in Doumen, these people were really shocked.

However, they couldn't understand the specific tactics used by Liu Zhengyang.

All they can see is the terrifying power.

Liu Zhengyang could clearly see that although the cultivator fighting with him tried his best to condense a lot of energy in his fists, he could play a defensive role while attacking. But even so, his fist was injured because of it.

The blood had gradually dyed his fists red.

As the injury became heavier and heavier, the cultivator almost gritted his teeth and fought against the pain.

After fighting for dozens of punches in a row, the Doumen cultivator was in a cold sweat and gritted his teeth and said, "You monster, where did you learn this trick? Why is it more powerful than what we learned in Doumen? Where is this? An expert taught you?"

There is no doubt that what this Doumen cultivator was talking about was the attack by Liu Zhengyang with his immortal and demonic qi.

Because every time the force collided, the repulsion of the immortal and demon qi would bounce back with greater power.

So the power is more terrifying than that of Doumen.

However, it is impossible for Liu Zhengyang to tell his own situation honestly.

Liu Zhengyang said coldly: "Maybe what I learned is authentic, you Doumen just learned our tricks secretly, and I happened to meet a Doumen cultivator who used this trick, so I killed you and recovered the skills. In any case, Doumen and I have irreconcilable contradictions."

After speaking, the power on Liu Zhengyang's fist increased again.

The concentration of the condensed immortal and demon qi also rose to a new height.

Click!

When Liu Zhengyang punched again, the fist of the Doumen cultivator was directly shattered.

Blood and bone scum are splashing everywhere.

Moreover, the moment Liu Zhengyang and the opponent punched each other, a ray of demonic energy entered the opponent's body.

A shrill scream came from the throat of the Doumen cultivator.

At the same time, it may be because the magic energy used by Liu Zhengyang has been enhanced to a certain extent.

His demonic energy had just entered the Doumen cultivator's body. The Doumen cultivator's arm exploded like an over-inflated balloon, and the blood followed like fireworks, exposing the bones.