The fist force was released like a river, and in the blink of an eye it would cover Zhao Feng in front.
Zhou Xuan leaves no room for action and does not give in an inch. He looks like he wants to exchange injuries for injuries. His fighting style is fast and direct. He seems to want to determine the winner as soon as possible. In such a confrontation, either one side will give in before the battle. Either you die or I die.
obviously.
Not everyone has the determination to fight to the death.
Zhao Fang frowned at this moment, hesitation flashed in his eyes. He never thought that Zhou Xuan's fighting style would be so desperate. He had to hesitate because he knew that his physical strength could not compare with Zhou Xuan's. In such a situation Under this, if they are attacked at the same time, they are likely to be injured more seriously!
"roll!"
Zhao Feng finally made a decision. After all, he did not have the courage to really trade his injuries for injuries. He roared, controlled the demonic barriers on both sides with both hands, and no longer attacked Zhou Xuan, but blocked him in front of him, as if he wanted to Want to force Zhou Xuan back.
Zhou Xuan's punches showed no intention of stopping.
A mighty punch fell, and the terrifying pressure immediately came down. The surging circles of demonic barriers were immediately blown away by his punch, but the power of the punch had not dissipated, and they all fell on Zhao Feng. , full of infinite pressure!
"puff--"
Zhao Fang didn't have time to dodge, and he immediately spurted out a mouthful of blood. His face, which was already so pale that the blood was almost invisible, suddenly became even paler!
He stared at Zhou Xuan, his eyes full of resentment!
"You are still so weak."
Zhou Xuan's scornful gaze fell on him, and his contemptuous voice fell into Zhao Mou's ears: "If you continue to attack, it will only hurt you and me. Now that you change your method midway and try to block the power of my punch, then It can only be hurt in vain.”
As a cultivator, Zhou Xuan was a little angry at first, but he still had some unspeakable expectations, hoping to see an evenly matched opponent.
It's a pity...
Zhao Feng is indeed stronger than before, but he is still not worthy of being his opponent, and his courage alone is far behind.
Too disappointed.
When Zhao Feng heard these words, he immediately became angry and spewed out several mouthfuls of blood. It seemed that even his foundation had been destroyed by Zhou Xuan's punch. He covered his chest that was constantly rising and falling, and bright red blood flowed from the corner of his mouth. , which made his face even paler, and the look he looked at Zhou Xuan only contained resentment!
"You will regret this……"
Zhao Feng seemed to have been infinitely humiliated, and every word came out of his throat with unwillingness.
Zhou Xuan shook his head slightly, his eyes were still contemptuous and indifferent, and he no longer took Zhao Fang into his eyes. He was originally a little wary of Zhao Fang. After all, Shenying Pavilion had set up such a big plan, and he did not hesitate to control Qiyun Holy Mountain, even attracting His Majesty, Emperor Yan, seemed to want Zhao Feng to fight with him...
At least that's what it seems for now.
Therefore, Zhao Feng's strength is not too weak, and it may be able to bring some excitement to the battle.
it is a pity.
Zhao Feng's strength is nothing surprising.
Zhou Xuan was worried about the safety of the old mountain master, and was too lazy to say any more nonsense to Zhao Fang. A blood-red figure rose into the sky, and he stepped down. Suddenly, a huge right foot phantom emerged, moving downwards fiercely. Step on it hard, your momentum is boundless!
"Ahhhhh!"
At this moment, Zhao Fang suddenly looked up to the sky and screamed in pain and continuously!
Zhou Xuan was in mid-air, his brows furrowed slightly, he vaguely noticed something was wrong, and felt inexplicably panicked. He immediately stepped down, trying to resolve the battle as quickly as possible.
However.
After all, it was too late.
As Zhao Fang screamed in pain, he was surrounded by circles of demonic barriers. The dark purple billowing demonic mist seemed to have turned into an indestructible barrier. Facing Zhou Xuan's kick, it was only a slight movement. It trembled, and then became unmoved. Not even a crack appeared, and it even broke up.
Zhou Xuan stepped into the void, lowered his head and saw this scene, and immediately frowned, feeling increasingly uneasy.
He knew that the method Zhao Feng had just activated, although it was also a circle of demonic barriers next to it, was far less weird than the one in front of him. It seemed that such a demonic barrier was not Zhao Fang's method. Otherwise, how could Zhao Feng have made such a painful and miserable sound? Call?
He only felt as if his foot had stepped on something extremely soft. Most of the impact was completely absorbed and had no effect at all.
"What exactly is this……"
Zhou Xuan looked at the magic barrier that almost formed a ball below, his brows furrowed, and he felt more and more uneasy. He wanted to take action, but he was afraid that there was some trap in it. The kick just now was already his strongest blow. But it didn't have any effect. What's the point of continuing to attack now?
Zhou Xuan didn't move rashly. He didn't know when he was holding the gleaming Ten Thousand Demons Divine Sword in his hand, ready to go. He knew what changes had happened to Zhao Feng.
"boom!!"
At the next moment, there was an exaggerated sound suddenly heard from below. The approximately circular rolling magic fog suddenly shrank and turned into a strange figure shrouded in magic fog. Then the figure rushed directly into the sky and rushed towards Zhou Xuan. Come over here!
"So fast!"
Zhou Xuan's pupils shrank, and his heart couldn't help but be shocked!
He was already focused enough to guard against the changes below, but he still didn't expect that the changes would come so quickly. The figure shrouded in the rolling magic mist was so fast that it was beyond imagination, and it was already in front of him in almost an instant!
He had no time to dodge and had to rely on luck to defend!
"Boom!!"
Before Zhou Xuan even had time to fully use his vitality defense, he felt a huge impact, followed by a loud noise, falling quickly, and his figure flew out upside down, as if he had received a huge force, and was obviously demonized. Shadow punched!
Zhou Xuan's physical strength was extremely tough, but now he was knocked out directly. He only felt his body getting hot, and then he couldn't help but spurt out a mouthful of blood!
"What kind of method is this?!"
Zhou Xuan ignored the injuries on his body and couldn't help but be shocked. Compared to the injuries he suffered, what shocked him even more was the sudden appearance of the demonic figure. The figure shrouded in billowing demonic mist was like a human figure. If unexpected...
I'm afraid it's Zhao Fang himself. However, why did Zhao Fang become like this?
Zhou Xuan didn't see it too clearly, because the speed at which the demonic figure appeared was too fast. However, he could still barely tell that the figure was covered in demonic mist. Without any facial features, he could only barely tell that it was a ghost. Figure!
In this state, is he still considered a human being? !
While Zhou Xuan was shocked, his heart suddenly shook, and he felt a powerful aura coming from the front!
