The Unrivaled Divine Emperor

Chen Fan practiced the Qigong of Yuan Qi Hua Yi, which was completely beyond Wang Fuchen's expectations.

In this way, he would have no advantage at all.

Facing Chen Fan's fierce attack, he basically had no power to parry. If he continued like this, it would be a matter of time before he was beaten to death by Chen Fan.

At this moment, he had to fight for his life.

A strong sword intent burst out from his body.

Woo, woo, woo...

In the space, a shrill wind sounded.

The sword intent attracted the surrounding airflow, and suddenly swept up a swift and violent wind, turning into a fierce sword energy, cutting the void.

Bang, bang, bang, bang...

The fierce sword energy whistled around, driving the airflow, extremely sharp, and colliding wildly with Chen Fan's fist.

The Qi energy ran wild in the air, turning into a fifteen-level gale, rolling up endless yellow sand.

Clang, clang, clang.

The rotation accelerated, the gravel collided with each other, and sparks flew everywhere.

With a rumble, more yellow sand was rolled up, like a whale sucking water, wandering and whistling in the desert, a scene of doomsday.

Qin Yao was no longer threatened by Wang Fuchen at this moment, but facing the aftermath of the Qi Jin produced by the fierce collision between the two, she had to retreat 10,000 meters away, away from the center of the collision.

The ninth stage Qi Zong was indeed a strong person outside, but in the confrontation between Chen Fan and Wang Fuchen, she was extremely weak, and any aftermath could seriously injure her.

She felt the strong sword intent blooming from Wang Fuchen, and knew that Wang Fuchen should use desperate means.

If she was affected, Chen Fan would definitely be affected.

At this critical moment, she had better not distract Chen Fan.

Boom!

The roar sounded in her ears.

Chen Fan saw Qin Yao retreating far away and in a safe area, and he breathed a sigh of relief in his heart. Then he stared at Wang Fuchen with a sharp gaze, and a solemn look appeared in his eyes.

Wang Fuchen was forced to fight desperately.

The desperate fight of a Yuanfu realm expert is absolutely terrifying and cannot be underestimated.

Thinking of this, he also circulated his Qigong fiercely, and the Yuanqi rushed through his body like a rolling river, giving him powerful strength.

At the same time, the "Wanxiang Divine Art" was also urged to the extreme.

The flesh and bones made a hissing sound like an elephant's roar, and the powerful force rushed through his limbs like a mountain torrent.

At this moment, Chen Fan once again felt the feeling that he had to release the power in his body after breaking through to the Qi Sect.

"Damn little bastard, you can actually force me to this point. Even if you die, you are proud enough."

Wang Fuchen's hateful and cold eyes shot over, and the sword intent on his body became stronger and stronger, and the sword storm around him became extremely fierce.

"You didn't die last time, this time, I will kill you with my own hands, and let you die!"

As soon as the words fell, the sword intent and momentum in Wang Fuchen's body accumulated to the extreme, and then burst out violently.

Swish!

Wang Fuchen moved.

The body rushed out, the man and the sword became one, like a fairy from the sky.

An unparalleled sword light cut through the void, as if it had escaped the constraints of space and time and stabbed out violently.

The second move of the Lihen Sword Technique, Hate the Earth!

As soon as this sword was struck, Chen Fan felt as if his soul was locked, and there was no way to escape in the sky or on the ground. Even if it was hidden in the depths of time and space, it would be killed by this sword.

A wave of 'hatred' broke out, attacking his mind, and endless ghosts with strong hatred appeared in front of him, wanting to make him sink into the Avici Hell.

However, Chen Fan's mind was so strong that it was impossible to be easily shaken.

Almost in an instant, he came back to his senses.

But at this moment, a cold light descended in front of him from his pupils.

"Wanxiang Magic, Unbeatable King Fist!"

Instantly, Chen Fan opened his mouth and shouted, his voice was like thunder, shaking the world.

Three heads and six arms, struck out in an instant.

Boom, boom, boom!

Bang, bang, bang, bang!

Almost in an instant, Chen Fan urged the Qigong martial arts and played the most powerful "Unbeatable King Fist" in his life. The embryo of the "Heaven-steel" deep in the Dantian was running violently and bursting with power.

Every palm had the power to break the mountain.

Every punch was like an ancient elephant trampling on the world.

Boom, boom, boom!

The wind was howling, the space was shaking, the sun, moon, and stars were about to fall like raindrops under this fierce attack, and the gods were about to cry and wail.

Wang Fuchen used the strongest sword to break everything and kill Chen Fan.

But now, as Chen Fan launched a violent attack, the layers of air were compressed infinitely, heavier than mercury and steel, and pushed out like a steel door.

His sword seemed to be stabbed on layers of steel plates, breaking one layer, and there was another layer, endlessly.

His sword was trembling and humming, his tiger's mouth was torn and blood was flying, and his arm bones seemed to be broken and broken...

But no matter how he urged, his sword could not go any further.

It was obviously only a few feet away from Chen Fan, but it was as if the sky was separated and difficult to approach.

His sword intent was rapidly retreating, while Chen Fan's offensive was like a torrential rain, continuous and endless.

"Impossible, break it for me."

Wang Fuchen roared.

A Yuan Mansion suddenly rushed out from his top of the head, suppressing the world, and it was filled with fairy air and sparkling with precious light, which was very gorgeous.

At this moment, Wang Fuchen pushed his own strength to the extreme, and his Yuanli was burning crazily, turning into an unparalleled power and releasing it.

Buzz.

In an instant, the light of the sword in Wang Fuchen's hand surged, and the sharp sword energy rushed out.

In an instant, I don't know how many layers of steel-like air walls were broken, and one of Chen Fan's "arms" was broken.

"Hate the sky!"

The Yuanli was burning, the momentum was boiling, and the sword energy was rushing into the sky.

At this moment, Wang Fuchen's power was pushed to the extreme, and the Qigong was running to the limit. He performed the last move of "Lihen Sword Technique" - Hate the sky.

Bang bang bang!

Almost instantly, Chen Fan's three heads and six arms exploded directly, turning into rolling Yuanqi and dissipating in the air.

His three heads and six arms were broken.

Clang!

Wang Fuchen broke through the air with a sword, and the tip of the sword hit Chen Fan's body, and it actually made a steel-like collision sound, which shows how terrifying Chen Fan's physical strength is.

However, no matter how strong he was, facing Wang Fuchen's strongest sword, Chen Fan's body was still broken, and the sword pierced into his body.

However, Chen Fan's body was too strong.

His flesh and blood were dense, and there was a layer of membrane under his skin and bones, which was extremely tough and could resist Wang Fuchen's sword from going deeper.

"Die!"

Chen Fan seemed to feel no pain, and he blasted out with a pair of iron fists like raindrops.

The protective Yuan force on Wang Fuchen's body was shattered in the blink of an eye under the fierce bombardment. The terrifying power rushed into his body, overturned the rivers and seas, shattered his internal organs, and broke his bones.

Bang!

The next moment, the Yuanqi giant stick was swung out, and the last stick swept through thousands of troops.

Wang Fuchen was hit in the waist, his body was broken, his bones were broken, and his five internal organs were ruptured. His eyes stared at Chen Fan, and before he could roar, he died and fell straight from the sky.

"Okay!"

Chen Fan paused and pulled out the sword on his shoulder blade.

His body landed on the ground, and he felt that Wang Fuchen was really dead, and he was beaten to death by him, so he breathed a sigh of relief.