Rebirth – City Cultivation

"Hey!"

I haven't waited for Suzaku to wake up from the shock, and in the station waiting hall hundreds of meters away, I shot a **** rainbow. The blood rainbow rushed into the sky, and when it was empty, it was shot at Chen Fan. Not so close, Suzaku felt the **** sigh of the face, instantly like the world of Ashura. If the entire station has long been evacuated by the KGB, this scene is enough to make countless people scream.

Changhong came to the crowd, and Suzaku fixed his eyes on it, it was Oleg.

This veteran god, snow wolf king, martial arts master. At this time, he was full of wolverines, and the Soviet uniform had been ruined, revealing a black tight-fitting suit like a fish scale. It’s strange to say that Chen Fanming’s fist punched his chest before, and I’ll see it again. The punches on Oleg's chest have gradually returned to their original state.

"What is the biological armor?"

Chen Fan’s eyes glimpsed, and his heart flashed a bit of anger.

If there is no such bio-armor, Chen Fan’s fist can at least hit Oleg and even kill him.

"What was the move you made that punch?"

Oleg was wrapped in a thick and **** atmosphere, and his eyes swallowed blood and looked at Chen Fan with uncertainty.

"I have been playing with hundreds of warriors on the earth for hundreds of years. The top Chinese powerhouses have been talking about it. But I have never seen you punch. This is no longer a human boxing, more similar In the immortal's tricks. Are you a young age, have already taken off the gods, and entered the realm of the six gods that China often said?"

Oleg can't believe it.

Whether it is the 6 immortals of the ancient China, or the saints of the West.

It is a long-standing legend. Since the disappearance of the Tibetan swordsmanship thousands of years ago, there has been no mystery in the mysterious world. Oleg knows that, including many friends and opponents he knows, everyone has been struggling to pursue that realm from a hundred years ago, but no one has truly fallen into that realm.

Many people are even skeptical.

The divine environment is already the top of cultivation. As for the realm above, it is simply compiled by the ancients. Even Oleg himself has such doubts.

However, Chen Fan just punched that punch, and he has already taken off the move and took the charm of a boulevard. As if the universe is in the universe, the end of all changes is exhausted. Oleg never believes that this is a punch that the gods can make.

"This fist is nameless, but I created it temporarily. You call it a road punch or a fairy fist. How to call it."

Chen Fan carried his hands and said the dark road.

"What did you create yourself? How is it possible?"

Oleg exclaimed.

Since the meeting, the peerless powerhouse that has collapsed in front of Taishan has finally changed color.

Chen Fan smiled lightly and did not argue.

His previous life was the Northern Xuan Xianzun, a large monk in the cross-robbery period. These moves on the earth are, in his opinion, just like the primary school children's Olympics, although they have some meaning, but that's it. Therefore, Chen Fanling took the opportunity to incorporate some of his previous principles of the law and the sensation of the avenue into the boxing method. Although it was only a trace of it, it was punched out and it was invincible.

The Zhenwu thirty-sixth style is also the boxing method created by the great powers of the martial arts.

Chen Fanke is Xianzun, the existence above the power! What kind of tricks are you going to create?

"Come back!"

Oleg burst into a bang, white roots and steel needles, straight up the sky.

He grabbed his hands to the void, like Yunlong's claws, and the huge vitality gathered into two **** claws. This claw not only carries Oleg's suffocation, but also condenses the strong blood and blood between the heavens and the earth. It has not yet reached the front, and the meaning of the **** sea has already come.

This claw of Oleg has already integrated the soul. It has reached the realm of true strength, vitality and spirit. This is the real power of the gods, both the material and the soul. Compared with him, Gagardan is just a coward who is not ignorant of Baoshan.

"You are a hundred claws, a thousand claws, I still punch it."

Chen Fan replied faintly and punched it with a fist.

It is still a punch that is usually ordinary and ordinary. In the eyes of Suzaku, this boxing can be played even for children who have just learned Wu. It’s simply plain and there’s no magic.

But Oleg is just unable to hold back.

No matter how his **** claws change, how flexible and powerful the body is. In front of this boxing, it was still like a ruin, and Chen Fan was defeated in one fell swoop. Through the body, the punching force runs through the thick suffocation and hits the left chest of Oleg.

"Hey!"

Like a **** meteor.

Oleg was shot by this punch and flew two or three hundred meters in the void to barely stop the trend.

"This creature armor is a bit annoying."

Chen Fan brows wrinkled.

He has a punch of avenue, don't look flat. But there is no cultivation above the gods, or it has been spent on the realm of the gods, otherwise it will not be able to come out. It is much more powerful than the physical break. It is that Gagardan is here, and it can also be shocked with a punch, almost impossible to recover. If it wasn't for the Qing Emperor's longevity, Chen Fan would not dare to touch the law.

However, Oleg occupied the biological armor, but he was only seriously injured.

This kind of injury may be dead in ordinary people, but it is easy for the wolves to recover. In particular, Oleg is still a snow-capped king.

"Ordinary earth gods, at the age of Oleg, it should have been declining. He is afraid to eat the top quality fruit that is not inferior to the fetal fruit. Only in this way can life be full of vitality and lively."

Seeing that Oleg was once again repaired and turned into a **** rainbow, Chen Fan was finally impatient.

"broken!"

He had a foot on the ground.

The entire cement floor was suddenly stepped on by a large pit by Chen Fan. The pits were several meters deep, and the surrounding floors were all cracked. All the cracks formed a large footprint.

And Chen Fan has used this lame rebound force to instantly break the sound barrier and direct the sky, rushing to him ten times faster than Oleg, punching out.

"Hey!"

Oleg only had time to draw a circle with his hands, and the evolution of the blood color was too far, and he was punched by Chen Fan. He volleyed and flew hundreds of meters. But this is the beginning.

"Hey!"

In a flash, Chen Fan broke through nine sound barriers and played nine punches.

Every punch is in the air, and the void is bursting and thundering. In the heavens and the earth, it seems like a missile exploded. Numerous intense white clouds rushed in all directions.

Oleg, like a sandbag with a lot of holes, was flew by Chen Fan. Fly from the left to the right, fly from the right to the top, and fly from the top to the east.

Suzaku looked stunned on the ground.

In her eyes, Chen Fan instantly seemed to change into nine people. Nine people also played nine punches at the same time. Oleg did not know how to block it. He could only resist the body and the protective clothing.

"Boom!"

Nine punches are one.

Oleg's world was beaten from the sky by Chen Fan.

Directly squatting on the waiting hall, the two- and three-storey waiting halls were pulled out of a huge hole. The whole person is kneeling on the ground. The hard cement-made floor, centered on Oleg, radiates in a spider-like manner in all directions.

This powerful god, in the hands of Chen Fan, like a toy, is actually vulnerable?

"boom!"

Chen Fanling fell and stepped on two large holes on the ground.

But he did not care, but walked step by step to Oleg, who was struggling to get up:

"A year ago, if you appeared in front of me. I really can't help you. At that time, in order to kill a Gagardan, I almost seriously hurt me."

"But now, you are late!"

Oleg struggled to look up and saw Chen Fanzhen's body, like a piece of blue diamond, the whole body bloomed. Breaking nine sound barriers in one breath is as easy as eating and drinking.

The body is small, enough to rival the congenital body, and the missile can be smashed.

At this time, Chen Fan is not far from the innate monk.

"Cough, I didn't expect that a hundred years ago, Hua Guo had a Lin Biao. Fifty years ago, he had a general of Ye. Now, you are out of Chen Beixuan! How thick is God to be in China?"

Oleg violently coughed and vomited the visceral fragments while laughing.

He was all over the body at this time, and there was no one intact. Almost all the bones were broken by Chen Fanzhen, and the internal organs were also broken. Although Chen Fan did not wear Oleg's protective clothing. But that unmatched punch, but through the protective clothing, Oleg was shattered. Even with the strong resilience of the blood wolf, it takes at least ten minutes to recover.

"Are you finished?"

Chen Fan took his hands and walked step by step.

"Since I am the guardian of Russia, how can I bow my head and beg for mercy?"

Oleg smirked, and blood was gradually dripping into his eyes. The blood vessels on his skin swelled, and a **** spurt out of him, like a smoke.

‘Blood secret! ’

Almost all **** people are the last desperate technique.

At the age of Oleg, once he burned his blood, he was almost destined to die on the spot. However, Oleg did not stop, and as the blood gas burned, his injuries under his body were recovering rapidly, and the huge gas machine climbed up and pointed to the peak. A **** long hair emerged from him, and his hands and feet began to evolve like wolf claws.

"Since it is finished, let's die."

Chen Fan’s eyes were indifferent, and there was no joy or sadness in his eyes. He slowly extended his right hand.

Suddenly, the voice of the dull grinding wheel rang in the void. This voice is big, far before, as if it is stunned. A big blue-light hand with a size of three feet appeared in the air, just like the palm of the giant god, almost covering the roof of the entire waiting room.

‘Innately, I’m a big man! ’

After climbing to the peak of Tong Xuan, Chen Fanxiu was finally able to sway the style of such a big practice.

In this Sanzhang Qingguang big hand, Chen Fan is about to print, and Oleg’s eyes show a hint of despair. Suddenly an anxious voice came from outside the station:

"His Chen Beixuan."

"My country pray for the final battle!"

Ps: The third is more, the author continues to write the fourth to be continued. )8