The Unrivaled Divine Emperor

Chen Fan smashed Yan Ba, who was at the eighth stage of Qigong, into pieces with one punch, which shocked everyone.

In fact, this was not a shocking thing for Chen Fan.

He had reached the peak of the sixth stage of Qigong practice, and his "Wanxiang Shen Gong" had broken through to the fifth level. His strength had already made great progress compared to three days ago.

Not to mention the early stage of Qigong, even the masters at the peak of the eighth stage of Qigong would not be able to compete with him. Only the ninth stage of Qi Zong could suppress him.

However, even if the ninth stage of Qi Zong wanted to kill him by force, it would be impossible. He was not without the power to escape.

In just three or four months, he went from a martial arts waste to a combat power that was almost comparable to that of Qi Zong. His experiences were bizarre and it was simply a dream.

However, all this was because he was struck by lightning.

Not only was he cleansed of his hair and marrow, but he also obtained the supreme magic skill "Duo Tian Gong", which made him rise in such a short time.

The outer sect competition is still going on, and it will not stop just because an eighth-stage Qigong master died.

Soon, Chen Fan went on stage again, but this time his opponent admitted defeat directly.

After one battle after another, some people were happy and some were worried. Soon, the ten people in each group were eliminated to the last two.

Obviously, the final battle for the top ten disciples in each group is coming soon.

And those who can go through one battle after another and come to this final battle are not weak, but strong players.

In the tenth group, there is no doubt that only Chen Fan and Chen Changfeng are left.

"Now, the battle for the top ten disciples begins. The last two people in each group go on stage. Whoever wins will be the top ten disciples of this outer sect competition."

The loud voice of the great elder Su Yuntian rolled over the space like thunder, and an invisible force made everyone present excited. The noise came one after another, and hundreds of people surrounded each battle platform.

On the battle platform, Chen Fan and Chen Changfeng stood opposite each other.

"Hey, Chen Fan, I finally meet you. You know, I can't wait. You are my prey. I will tear you into pieces!" Chen Changfeng said in a cold tone.

Chen Fan frowned and looked at Chen Changfeng.

It was said that Chen Changfeng had succeeded in his attempt to reach the eighth stage of Qigong, which was the early stage of the eighth stage. However, Chen Fan felt that Chen Changfeng was not that simple.

"Why don't you speak? Are you scared by me? Haha!"

Chen Changfeng sneered, licked his lips, and his eyes flashed fiercely, which made people shudder and fear before the battle.

"Chen Fan, my prey, welcome your nightmare!"

Suddenly, Chen Changfeng moved.

The whole person turned into a shadow, and appeared in front of Chen Fan silently, as fast as lightning.

Swish!

The sound of the air being torn apart was heard.

A terrifying bone claw appeared in front of him, with vitality surging and a sharp breath.

Under this claw, even a piece of steel would be crushed.

"Hmph."

Facing this fierce bone claw, Chen Fan snorted coldly and stepped back instantly.

"Can you dodge? Your left shoulder blade, break it!"

The white bone claw suddenly stretched out, like lightning, stretched out a large part, and grabbed Chen Fan's left shoulder.

"Break!"

Chen Fan stopped retreating, activated the "Wanxiang Divine Art", turned into steel and iron bones, and punched over.

Bang!

The fist and claw collided, and there was a bang.

The violent airflow surged out, sweeping around, trampling the air violently, and the air around the two was full of explosions.

"Netherworld Ghost Claw, break!"

Suddenly, Chen Changfeng shouted coldly, and the white bone claw suddenly changed and turned into a huge ghost claw.

On this ghost claw, the green phosphorus fire burned fiercely, the flames shot out, burning the air flow, sucking away all the air, creating a vacuum state.

The atmosphere on all sides was like steel, squeezing inward, and the faint roar of steel explosion was emitted in the air.

With one claw, people would be pulled into the netherworld hell, and they would never be reborn.

With a pop, the vitality shield on Chen Fan's body was broken, and the ghost claw grabbed it, the air was like a stream, like a knife, like a sword, and could cut people open.

"Golden light palm!"

Chen Fan's eyes flashed, and he struck out with a palm, and golden light sprayed, turning into a golden palm print the size of a water tank.

Although this golden light palm was crushed by the netherworld ghost claw, Chen Fan also took the opportunity to retreat from the energy, looking at Chen Changfeng with a heavy look.

After such a fight, Chen Fan found that Chen Changfeng's strength was terrifyingly strong, and it was definitely not as simple as the initial stage of the eighth stage on the surface.

"Haha, Chen Fan, your strength is pretty good. I have decided not to kill you and give you a chance to be my servant, Chen Changfeng."

"Kneel down now and serve me as your master, and I will spare your life. Otherwise, my 'Netherworld White Bone Qigong' will make you look bad!"

Chen Changfeng sneered.

"It's 'Netherworld White Bone Qigong', which is an extremely powerful Xuan-level Qigong of our Chunqiu Sect. Only the elite disciples of the inner sect can practice it."

"Who let him be born with a good family? Chen Changfeng's grandfather is an elder of the inner sect, with a high position and power. It's nothing to give him a 'Netherworld White Bone Qigong'."

"......"

People around were talking about it.

Many people in the outer sect also practiced Xuan-level Qigong.

However, compared with Chen Changfeng's 'Netherworld White Bone Qigong', these Xuan-level qigong are not as powerful as those in the sky and on the earth.

"How about it, have you thought about it? Kneel down quickly, otherwise, I will let you know what it feels like to be 'eating the heart of ten thousand ghosts'." Chen Changfeng urged Chen Fan as if he was convinced.

"Hmph, you're not a man or a ghost, so stop farting there." Chen Fan shouted.

"Alas, it seems that I have to give you a taste of death before you will kneel down and surrender. That's fine, I will let you do it!"

Chen Changfeng smiled coldly and evilly. He was already lanky and pale, and he really looked like a dead person crawling out of a coffin.

A gust of dark wind blew by, and Chen Fan instantly saw shadows of demons and ghosts appearing in all directions around him.

One by one, they were ferocious and evil-looking, as if they had just come out of hell, surrounding him and trying to devour him.

"Monsters, monsters, monsters, all will retreat and die under my thunder sword!"

Chen Fan remained as motionless as a bell, and the Windbrake sword was unsheathed. Suddenly, thunder exploded, lightning flashed, and streaks of thunder bloomed in the space.

Puff puff puff!

In an instant, all those demons and demons disappeared under the Thunder Sword.

Thunder is the nemesis of all evil things and ghosts.

Boom!

But at the moment when those demons and monsters dissipated, a ghostly ghost claw shot through the air, crushing the air, and grabbed at Chen Fan's heart, trying to take out his heart.

"The magical power of all things, all things are invincible!"

Chen Fan punched out with his left hand, and the vitality behind him turned into the shadows of ancient elephants. With a roar, they trampled the space and surged out. The terrifying power gathered on Chen Fan's body and turned into a punch that destroyed everything. , blasted out.

There was a bang.

The terrifying power of the ancient giant elephant exploded, and cracks suddenly spread on the ghostly ghost claws and collapsed into pieces. In the depths, there seemed to be the sound of ghosts and gods wailing in pain.