Heaven-devouring Dragon Emperor

"I don't accept it! Jiang Tian, ​​if you have the ability, come down and fight with me!"

Xiong Jianhui didn't dare to disobey the deacon disciples, but he refused to accept Jiang Tian at all, waving his fists and cursing angrily.

Jiang Tian smiled coldly, mocking all over his face: "You can't even stand in the ring, what qualifications do you have to compete with me?"

"Damn it! What the hell are you talking about?"

Xiong Jianhui was furious, if not for the presence of the deacon disciples, he would have rushed to the ring to beat Jiang Tian right away.

"Okay! Xiong Jianhui, don't you feel ashamed enough?"

A big rough hand suddenly pressed on his shoulder, Xiong Jianhui screamed and instinctively wanted to break away, but no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't get rid of the big thick and powerful hand, and he couldn't help being shocked.

Turning his head to look, he couldn't help twitching the corners of his eyes, gritted his teeth, and let out a sulking breath.

"Qu Fan, what are you doing?"

The one who put his hand on his shoulder was a thick red-robed and square-faced disciple. He was slightly taller than him, and his aura was also deeper than his. His long, slender eyes were full of inner light, and he could tell his extraordinary strength at a glance!

"What are you doing? Of course I'm helping you teach that outsider a lesson!"

Qu Fan shook his square face, with a calm and calm air.

In front of him, even though Xiong Jianhui was dissatisfied, he did not have the violent aura he had before, and was obviously quite afraid of him.

After all, Qu Fan's strength was obviously higher than his, making him powerless to refute.

"Okay, you were taken advantage of by the opponent because you underestimated the enemy. If you want to blame, you can only blame yourself. Now let me deal with this idiot and restore the dignity of our inner disciples!"

As soon as the words fell, Qu Fan jumped up and landed on the ring with a gust of wind.

"Jiang Tian, ​​let's do it!"

Qu Fan didn't talk nonsense, and pointed at Jiang Tian with a wave of his right hand.

Jiang Tian smiled coldly: "Here comes another one, but your strength is not much stronger than Xiong Hehui just now!"

"Arrogance! Qu's inner sect disciple, a master of the profound realm, one hand is enough to deal with you!" Qu Fan's face darkened, and he shouted angrily and rushed out.

boom!

A dull explosion followed, and Qu Fan shook his right palm, a dazzling red light suddenly bloomed, and rushed towards Jiang Tian with a scorching breath.

"Fire Attribute Blood Vein Art!"

Jiang Tian's eyes moved slightly, and he immediately saw the opponent's way, and he went straight to meet him instead of retreating!

"My boy, I admire your courage, but this doesn't change the result!"

Qu Fan scolded coldly, watching the palm of fire roll towards Jiang Tian.

But at the next moment, Jiang Tian straightened his body and directly met the palm print, with a loud bang, the scorching fire palm broke out from it, and a figure stepped out which was Jiang Tian.

At this moment, he didn't show any embarrassment at all, instead he looked relaxed, and there was even a playful smile on the corner of his mouth.

What surprised Qu Fan even more was that Jiang Tian didn't use much spiritual power, and broke his fire palm with only his physical body!

"How can it be?"

The corners of Qu Fan's eyes twitched violently, and his expression couldn't help but change!

Even the disciples in Xuanyue's territory couldn't resist the power of this palm with their bodies. How did Jiang Tian do it?

Could it be that his strength is really that strong?

"not good!"

After a momentary loss of consciousness, Qu Fan's heart trembled, and suddenly he found that Jiang Tian had strode forward and came to him.

"It makes no sense!"

Qu Fan shouted angrily, not daring to underestimate the enemy any more.

He has already realized that Jiang Tian's real strength is definitely not as simple as he thought, and he is definitely not a weak person who can be blown away with one palm.

With this in mind, he clapped his palms together without hesitation, and with the movement of his palms, the spiritual power around his body surged like a volcanic eruption, and gathered in his arms like lightning, shaking the void crazily.

Boom!

The violent roar swept out along with his palm prints, shaking the surroundings of the ring trembling wildly.

"Brother Jiang, be careful!"

"Jiang Tian retreat quickly!"

Several exclamations suddenly sounded, and the outer disciples who watched the battle shrank their eyes, feeling very uneasy.

This kind of offensive was really terrifying to them, and even if they joined forces, they couldn't stop it. Only Qi Yurou was relatively calm, but secretly clenched the corners of his clothes, and a trace of worry flashed in his eyes.

"Hahahaha! Jiang Tian, ​​no matter how good your aptitude is, you are still only a junior at Chongyang Realm, after all, you are no match for me!"

Qu Fan slammed out his palm, and immediately burst into laughter, the feeling of the violent palm power blooming to the fullest, made him think that he was sure of victory.

But when he looked at it intently, his face became extremely ugly!

His palm hit the empty space completely, and it didn't fall on the opponent's hand at all. At this moment, Jiang Tian was standing in front of him on the right, with a playful look on his face.

"Oh, is it?"

Jiang Tian shook his head and smiled, his eyes brightened, and he slapped out with a flick of his right palm.

Boom!

A violent roar erupted suddenly, Qu Fan's complexion changed drastically and he exclaimed, but it was too late to react, he was blasted straight in the blink of an eye, and flew out of the ring screaming.

quiet!

The arena is surrounded by silence!

Everyone was dumbfounded, and they didn't understand why Qu Fan, who had had the upper hand just now, was blown away in the blink of an eye!

This silent atmosphere lasted for a few breaths, and there was a dead silence around the arena!

It wasn't until someone questioned that the dull atmosphere was broken.

"This...how is this possible?"

"Qu Fan is so strong, but he was defeated?"

"Impossible! How could he lose to a junior in Chongyang Realm from the outer sect?"

"Qu Fan, what the hell is going on with you?"

The corners of the inner disciples' eyes twitched wildly, their faces turned ashen for a while, and Xiong Jianhui cursed angrily, his face was extremely ugly.

He had no doubts about Qu Fan's strength, he was definitely a bit higher than him, but why did even such a master lose to Jiang Tian?

Could it be that he also underestimated the enemy?

No!

This obviously cannot be explained by underestimating the enemy. Qu Fan has always acted calmly and decisively, and he is by no means the kind of person who underestimates the enemy.

In other words, Jiang Tian really has this kind of strength!

"Hiss! Impossible, this is impossible!"

Xiong Jianhui shook his head and scolded angrily, his face darkened for a while.

If Qu Fan is not Jiang Tian's opponent, then he is even more hopeless.

Just now he was thinking of having a private competition with Jiang Tian at the end of Huiwu, but now it seems unnecessary.

Even Qu Fan lost to Jiang Tian, ​​what else could he struggle with?

"I... I lost?"

After Qu Fan fell to the ground, it took him a long time to recover. His mind was still on the ring, thinking about how to use his strength to defeat Jiang Tian next.

But in a blink of an eye, his feet were already on the ground below the ring!

This made his heart full of gaps, and it was difficult to accept this result for a while.

As for Jiang Tian, ​​the victory over Xiong Jianhui was deliberately hidden, in order to prevent everyone from seeing his true strength.

But following Qu Fan's audience, he knew that it was impossible to hide his strength all the time, and every time he won by "accident", he simply stopped covering up and made a quick move.

After all, there is still a long time before the end of the martial arts competition. It is impossible for him to win in a clumsy way all the time. Sooner or later, he will have to let go of his hands and feet.

If so, have a good time! "Next!"