I Changed My Profession To Boxing At The Beginning, And Used My Two Fists To Crush My Fate.

The soul-eating flying string pierced Ye An's heart!

All the audience couldn't help but exclaimed!

Because everyone clearly saw that Ye An's body suddenly slipped at the moment when he was about to meet the soul-eating flying string.

It was weird at that moment.

It was as if the soul-eating flying string hit a gust of wind.

The wind dispersed to one side, and in the end Hei Xian did not touch the wind!

Qi Wuguang frowned and quickly stabbed out several black strings!

Leaf safety bounces away.

"What is this?" Liu Xiuyuan looked at Meng Chen doubtfully in the audience.

Meng Chen said calmly: "Force field."

"The gilded wind around Ye An formed some kind of force field."

"This force field is extremely elastic."

"It's like a ball. Ye An is inside the ball. If you kick the ball, the ball will fly away, and the people inside the ball will be taken away with the ball."

"Unless you use absolute force to explode the ball, you will never touch the contents of the ball."

"On the surface, it feels like this person has turned into a wind that cannot be grasped. If he grabs the wind, the wind will disperse, so he is named Fengqi."

"Fist cultivator is quite capable at naming."

"The first four moves in Zhang Sanfeng's skill book are called Wind Rising, Forest Wandering, War Fire, and Landslide."

"These four movements combined are the first chapter of the song "Divine Comedy" - Feng Lin Huoshan."

After speaking, Meng Chen glanced at a corner of the stand from the corner of his eye.

A man with a hood covering his face clenched his scarred fists tightly.

"First style, two months, you are the boxing itself!"

In the arena.

Ye An laughed wantonly.

The power source of the gilded wind is fist intention.

He may not be able to match the amount of talent that comes with Unlimited Swordsmanship.

But it’s definitely not bad!

As long as his boxing intention is not exhausted.

Qi Wuguang will never be able to touch me!

Qi Wuguang also saw this.

His eyes were completely cold, and more than 60% of his body was covered in black.

The next second.

"Boom!"

There was a loud bang.

Everyone's pupils suddenly shrank!

I saw the ground beneath Qi Wuguang's feet collapse in an instant!

His aura exploded, and soul power surged out of his body crazily, without restraint, as if he had turned into an engine of soul energy!

Absolute power?

Quantitative changes lead to qualitative changes!

The black light flashed in his eyes again, and the speed of releasing soul power doubled!

In the stands, Mu Ono's pupils suddenly shrank, and he couldn't help cursing: "Is this hanging man crazy!"

"He wants to fill the entire battlefield with his soul power and squeeze out the gilded wind around Ye An!"

"Is thirty-three times such an exaggeration!?"

"Soul Dam!"

The soul is silent, but the wind has a sound and the earth has a sound!

Qi Wuguang's silent power swept up all the sounds in the arena, making the world tremble and deafening!

Ye An watched as the entire battlefield was filled with darkness.

His face also became serious.

Of course Liu Shu had simulated this scene before!

Liu Shu had already figured out what thirty-three times the soul power was and what it could do.

At this time, there is only one thing left for him to do!

I saw Ye An retreating to the corner, facing the boundless black, raising his fist high.

Flowing water hits the mountain fist!

The first punch!

"boom!"

Some soul power was shaken away!

The second punch!

"boom!"

The third punch, the fourth punch, the fifth punch...

Accumulate power, exert power, infinite loop!

The reaction force brought by the soul power also made the strength of his punches increase steadily!

Soon, the darkness two to three meters around him was shaken away!

Ye An concentrated, and after hesitating for half a second, he turned off Fengqi!

Using skills and punching at the same time consumes too much energy!

And what we are fighting now is a war of attrition!

If he is exhausted first, his soul power will be exhausted first!

Or maybe his strength doubled and directly overwhelmed my fist.

But he can't do it!

Although his Flowing Water Collision Mountain Fist is getting slower and slower, its power is also steadily increasing!

Five minutes later, the area of ​​open space around Ye An had reached five meters.

The majestic fist spirit is filled with it.

Every time Ye An punches, he can disperse a large amount of black energy.

But Qi Wuguang will quickly replenish his black energy and continue to exert pressure!

A full fifteen minutes passed.

When the punch comes out, the black energy retreats.

The black energy comes in, and the intention is to punch!

The two are competing for endurance!

As long as one party is exhausted, they will definitely lose!

No one could see Qi Wuguang clearly. He was completely hidden in the darkness, and he didn't know what happened to him.

But some people leaning on the edge could barely see Ye An's state.

His arms were already overflowing with blood, his face was in pain, and every punch he punched was extremely laborious.

Fight continuously for fifteen minutes.

Even if Ye An deliberately slowed down the speed of his punches, the reaction force had already accumulated to an extremely terrifying level after such a long time!

His body can hardly hold on any longer!

Ye An can't continue to waste it, he has to find a way to reset the reaction force of Liushui Mountain Fist!

This has also been simulated!

He took a deep breath, poured all his strength into this punch, and punched it out hard!

"Boom!"

I don't know how many times the fist was powerful, it directly smashed the sky and the earth nearly a kilometer in front of me into a clear sky!

At this moment, Ye An quickly took a breath and prepared to face another turbulent black wave!

But wait for Ye An to finish ventilating.

The sea of ​​souls did not attack again.

Everyone in the audience frowned.

After Meng Chen pondered for a while, he looked up and looked through the sea of ​​souls covering half of the battlefield. There seemed to be something looming inside.

"No way?"

"He's awakened?"

Meng Chen's pupils suddenly shrank.

He didn't know what abilities Soul-Eating Darkness would have after awakening.

But he understands the awakening ability of the Darkness of the Thorn God!

The Darkness of the Thorn God can attack and absorb the spiritual power of others.

These mental powers become the Devourer's weapons.

The initial form is just pure mental power.

But if he awakens, he can do what Qi Wuguang is doing now!

Meng Chen couldn't help but stand up, his lips trembling slightly as if he was cursing.

All I saw was darkness.

Nine figures.

Qi Wuguang is in the middle.

Four on the left.

Four on the right.

They were floating above the darkness, overlooking Ye An, as if they were scorning an ant.

Everyone including Ye An was confused.

How come one person turned into nine people! ?

Ye An quickly glanced at the eight warriors around Qi Wuguang.

Metal, wood, water, fire and earth!

Wind, ice and thunder!

The breaths of eight elements rose up in eight different people!

What's happening here?

But Qi Wuguang didn't want to talk nonsense with Ye An at all. He drooped his eyelids and pointed at Ye An gently.

Around him, eight elemental warriors suddenly rushed forward.

Eight elements instantly cover the battlefield!

Qi Wuguang also raised his hand to control his soul, turned it into a ninth attack, and stabbed Ye An!

Ye An took a deep breath and suppressed all the panic in his heart.

I have been mentally prepared for a long time.

This guy must have some perverted tricks up his sleeve!

I just didn’t expect it to be so perverted!

It would be difficult for me to cope with the eight warriors of different elements just bombarding me with elemental reactions.

What's more, these eight gods have more opponents, and Qi Wuguang himself is not unable to take action.

One against nine.

"Ouch."

"This level is really difficult."

Suddenly, Ye An, who was running away like crazy, saw that Su Ye, who had been cheering for him just now, put down the cards in his hand in despair.

Because there seems to be no chance of victory, no miracle.

But in the middle of escaping, Ye An pointed at his face and roared: "Hold the cards high for me!"