In the open space in front of the Ancestral Witch Hall, Wu Tian fought with Di Jiang.
Standing on a high platform beside him was Panwang Hongyun Kunpeng, the god-killing god, and the other eleven ancestral witches watching the battle.
There were also a group of little guys gathered together to watch attentively.
With a muffled sound, Di Jiang stepped back, leaving deep footprints on the ground.
Wu Tian stood in the center of the arena, but he didn't move at all.
Di Jiang clenched his fingers back, and his punching hand and arm were numb.
He had a head-on punch with Wu Tian, and the result was obvious. He was far from his opponent. He lacked strength and his bones were not strong enough.
But he was not discouraged at all. Di Jiang narrowed his eyes and took a step forward, leaving an afterimage on Wu Tian's left side. He raised his hand and punched Wu Tian's left shoulder with the same afterimage.
In fact, as soon as everyone's eyes were dazzled, his hand knife arrived.
As a Speed Ancestral Witch, his speed has reached an extreme level.
Wu Tian didn't hide or evade, and he didn't know whether he couldn't hide or didn't want to hide.
The eyes of everyone on the pavilion widened for a moment. King Pan and God Killer raised their brows, Hongyun stood motionless, Kunpeng narrowed his eyes slightly, and the other eleven ancestral witches each clenched their fists, a little nervous and a little excited.
Of course they hope that the eldest brother will win.
The eyes of all the ancestral witches widened for a moment. Di Jiang struck Wu Tian on the shoulder with a knife. The speed and power excited them, but the next moment Di Jiang flew backwards.
The eleven ancestral witches all lost their voice, but each little guy cheered loudly. King Pan and the others had smiles on their faces, but they were also secretly frightened by Wu Tian's physical strength.
There is no doubt about Wu Tian's fighting prowess. No one believes that Di Jiang can beat him, but standing still and being unable to hit him is a bit too much.
Wu Tian stood in the center of the arena, stretched out his arms, and said to Di Jiang: "Come on!"
That kind of relaxed and comfortable attitude, which was as childish as a child's play, deeply stimulated Di Jiang. Di Jiang's usually calm eyes became angry, burning like fire in space, and evil aura also appeared on his body.
Di Jiang roared angrily, appeared in front of Wu Tian in an instant, and punched out, Wu Tian raised his hand, there was a muffled sound, Wu Tian blocked the punch, but Di Jiang disappeared, appeared behind him, and punched Wu again. Tian's hand appeared behind to block the punch. Dijiang disappeared and appeared in another direction. Wu Tian raised his hand to block the punch, and another punch fell from the top of his head...
Di Jiang punched as fast as a punch, using both speed and space to shuttle in front of and behind Wu Tian... For a moment, there seemed to be countless Di Jiang, and countless fists hitting Wu Tian at the same time.
It's not an afterimage, it's all a fist, a real ancestral witch's fist, just because it's so fast, it seems to have spanned time.
In fact, there is still a sequence, but the time difference between one punch and the other is very small.
So for a moment it seemed as if there were countless emperors and fists besieging Wu Tian.
The four ancestors who were watching the battle on the high platform all looked serious. Such speed, such ability to shuttle through space, and such dense fists have already crossed the boundaries of time.
It can be seen as launching attacks at the same time, and the slight difference between them can be ignored.
They thought they couldn't take it.
"Bang bang bang bang bang..."
Like rain hitting banana trees, intensive fighting sounds echoed around Wu Tian.
In an instant, Wu Tian seemed to have grown thousands of arms and faced the dense fists coming from all directions.
The muffled sounds joined together and merged into a roar. The space was shattered layer by layer, the earth trembled, the figures and fists disappeared, and Di Jiang turned pale and collapsed.
There were exclamations from the high platform, of course from the ancestral witches who cared about Dijiang, as well as the little ones.
Di Jiang stabilized his body, but he was already far away from Wu Tian. He was surrounded by dust and felt a little embarrassed.
But the square area where Wu Tian was standing was surprisingly clean, it could be said to be spotless.
Wu Tian seemed to have roots under his feet, standing there and occupying the center.
Xiaobai's eyes shone with excitement, and he saw the shadow of Dragon Tiger Fist.
Even though the boss’s punches are no longer accompanied by the roaring dragons and the phantoms of the tigers,
, but the essence of standing still is in it.
The boss once told them that he learned this from the ancestral roots of Qilin.
The Qilin ancestral root is the ancestral root of the innate power of the earth, and it has the great power of the innate power.
They ate kirin fruit to increase their strength.
The boss said: The root of Qilin's ancestral roots lies in its roots, not in its branches, leaves, flowers and fruits.
It's a pity that the ancestral roots of Qilin were destroyed as soon as they had no chance to meet.
But their boss had seen it and used it as a basis to perfect the Dragon Tiger Fist.
There is another person, Lin Ling, a little princess of the Qilin tribe. She is uniquely blessed and has been passed down by her boss. Her attainments in Dragon Tiger Fist are higher than theirs.
That little girl became enlightened through the Dragon Tiger Fist.
Xiao Bai felt somewhat regretful. This Dragon Tiger Fist was their Longhu Mountain fist, and it was created by the boss using him and Long Li as a template.
It can be said that the power of the dragon and the power of the tiger are concentrated!
In the end, he was surpassed by a unicorn, and she was still a girl.
Xiaobai thought far away at this thought.
An earth-shattering roar exploded in his ears, shaking the unsuspecting Xiaobai to his core.
It was Dijiang, showing the true form of the ancestral witch. The true form of the ten thousand feet long ancestral witch was filled with evil aura.
The little guys standing on the high platform looked up with their mouths open, swallowing saliva unconsciously, which was a bit scary.
Wu Tian looked even more pitiful standing there.
He needs to look up more.
At this time, Emperor Jiang had six legs and four wings, he was faceless, and his whole body was filled with evil aura, filled with the power to destroy the heaven and the earth, and was violent and cruel.
Wu Tian was completely shrouded in the fierce power of Di Jiang, as if Di Jiang could crush him to death with just one finger.
Wu Tian looked up at this monstrous troll who was more like a demon than him, and then he smiled.
Wu Tian took a step forward, and the realm of the Gods and Demons Hunyuan Dao expanded. The evil energy around Dijiang solidified. Then, an invisible big hand seemed to appear in the sky, pressing Dijiang back bit by bit.
No matter how Di Jiang roared or struggled, he was pressed back to his original size little by little, and was still pressed to the ground.
Di Jiang's momentum completely disappeared, and he was pinned to the ground in a state of embarrassment.
Wu Tian smiled and asked, "How is it?"
Di Jiang turned his head away from Wu Tian, feeling a little childish at this time.
Wu Tian laughed loudly and let go of his restraint.
Di Jiang stood up and ignored the dirt on his body, staring at Wu Tian with a stubborn look on his face.
Wu Tian raised his eyebrows: "What? Are you not convinced?"
Di Jiang didn't answer, just stared at Wu Tian.
Wu Tian raised his eyebrows, smiled and waved to Di Jiang: "Then come again!"
But Di Jiang became alert for a moment, and he saw malice in Wu Tian's eyes.
Wu Tian smiled and said, "Don't worry, I won't suppress you anymore." As he said that, Wu Tian also grew to the size of ten thousand feet, but his magical power was completely gone. He was just ordinary, without any strangeness.
Di Jiang's eyes sank, his heart skipped a beat, and he revealed his true form as the ancestral witch again.
Di Jiang roared angrily and took the lead to take action. His four wings vibrated and his six legs crossed the sky. Terrible space cracks appeared one after another and spread towards Wu Tian. They were sharper than a knife. Wu Tian raised his hand to smooth them out. They used all the The law of space, or the control of space.
Di Jiang suddenly stuck his head out from a space crack, bringing with him a terrifying space storm and his roar!
Wu Tian shouted: "Forbidden!"
Even sonic waves and storms are prohibited.
Wu Tian raised his hand, with five fingers like a mountain, and covered the sky with one hand, covering Di Jiang's faceless head. With a gentle press, countless spaces exploded and then calmed down. Five-finger handprints appeared on Di Jiang's head, and his body also There were cracks and blood flowed out.
All the ancestral witches who were watching the battle were eager to move up.
Di Jiang didn't make any sound.
Dijiang disappeared again, or escaped into the depths of space.
I don’t know if I want to lick my wounds.
Wu Tian did not pursue him.
There was no urging, just waiting.
It wasn't until Di Jiang appeared again and launched another attack that Wu Cai raised his hand to respond.
Wu Tian punched out, and the space was shattered like glass. He punched through it, and Di Jiang was punched out as soon as he showed his head, and the space exploded with it.
Wu Tian no longer competes for control of space.
Instead, he used absolute power to crit and crush!
No matter how Di Jiang uses the space, he will blow it up with one punch!
Simple, crude, and extremely violent, but very useful.
Dijiang attacked again and again.
He was hit hard again and again by Wu Tian!
On the head, there were more and more injuries on the body, and the huge body was full of shocking cracks and wounds, which was very miserable.
Even the little guys couldn't bear to look at him, let alone the ancestral witch who was connected to him by blood.
One by one, they clenched their fists loudly.
They are on the verge of breaking out.
If it hadn't been agreed beforehand, they would have rushed forward long ago.
There was a bang.
Di Jiang's huge body fell from the sky and fell to the earth.
Wu Tian then walked down from the sky, and when he saw the angry eyes of the ancestral witches, Wu Tian said innocently: "He won't admit defeat, what can I do?"
All the ancestral witches were speechless.
Only Xiaobai covered his mouth and snickered.
The boss is so bad.
But he likes it.
