Master Yuyan was still indifferent: "Master Jifeng, the sword master of the first peak of Sunset Mountain, I have long wanted to ask for advice."

Then he looked back and said: "Tiger, watch carefully."

As soon as he finished speaking, it was clear that Master Yuen Yan still had no energy or mana fluctuations, but Tu Shanjun felt the heat, as if he was facing the sun at close range.

Compared with the former Red Wu Sect Golden Pill, it is simply like the difference between a bright moon and a firefly.

The meaning of the fist is like the sun, and the sky and the earth are wide with bright light.

During the roar, storms and clouds swept across the sky, and wisps of thunder were running. The entire universe seemed to have locked onto the figure wearing the robe of the Nine Sun Flame God.

Master Jifeng's expression was originally calm, but as soon as he turned his sword, a breeze suddenly started, making him so lazy that he didn't want to move.

However, after seeing the thunderbolt running above the head of Master Yuyan, his color suddenly changed.

"Thunder Tribulation."

"Have you come this far?"

Just by showing his fist power, the world can't wait to destroy Zi Daoxu.

It is simply an honor that is hard to find.

"Is that true?"

Tu Shanjun clenched his fists.

His true meaning of the Demonic Ape was not derived from his own cultivation, but was absorbed from the unknown animal skin. If he took it directly and used it, even if he had an understanding, it would be very shallow and he would not be able to exert the full power of his true meaning.

Master Yuyan looked up at the sky and said, "Three punches will determine the outcome."

"Arrogant!"

Master Yuyan raised his arms, clenched his palms, and the magic power all over his body condensed in his fists.

When you open your bow, it looks like the full moon, and when you cross your fist, it looks like the sun.

"Nine Suns, rise!"

Punch out.

The thunderclouds above turned into powder, not even the cotton rain was left.

"The second punch."

The voice seemed to be still in the wind, and Master Yuyan was already walking in the air.

The divine light in Master Jifeng's eyes could no longer be restrained. He opened his mouth and vomited, and a wind sword flew out and landed in his hand.

"cut."

The thousand-year wind is coming.

The flowers and grass withered, the earth and rocks dissipated, and the whole world seemed to decline at this moment due to the breath of the wind, leaving only a long period of silence.

However, this kind of wind was unable to dissipate halfway.

That was the end of the fiery fist.

"Peng."

He held the sword in front of him, but he still received a solid punch, and a trace of blood immediately flowed down the corner of his mouth.

Although nervous, Feng Chengyin did not make a sound, let alone draw his sword.

Master Jifeng couldn't help but marvel: "If you can take my strongest sword, today's matter will be over."

"One more punch." Master Yuyan said calmly.

"Tiandao Seal!"
Chapter completed!