Seeing that Tang Cheng responded to the challenge, Long Yiming was inexplicably excited, but the elder Long Haotian next to him was a little surprised. With his eyes, it was naturally obvious that Tang Cheng's soul was extremely weak, and he must have been damaged and had not recovered.

In this state, what are the confidences of Tang Cheng defeating Long Yiming?

You should know that Long Yiming is not an unknown cat or dog. As a cultivator in the Creation Realm, he was specially approved to change his name to three characters. Long Yiming is definitely not comparable to those opponents in the ranking competition.

Long Yiming was anxious to find his face, but regardless of that, he had absolute confidence in himself. Long Yiming sneered with a ferocious sneer, crossed his fingers, and clasped his hands, and said to Tang Cheng: "I will definitely take good care of you later!"

Tang Cheng smiled mockingly and said, "I'm looking forward to it!"

Long Yiming had never seen the battle between Long Guang, the governor of the sixth star of Kanglong, and Tang Cheng, otherwise he would have been careful and careful. Among all the cultivators in the Creation Realm, time controls this magical power, so few that even Long Guang has never heard of it.

At that time, Long Guang lost miserably, so he naturally refused to publicize it everywhere. And bystanders Long Sheng and Long Guang wore a pair of pants, of course they would not betray Long Guang.

This made Long Yiming's understanding of Tang Cheng still remained on a single skill like the Shenxiao Chaos Heavenly Tribulation Sword. Long Yiming saw that Tang Cheng was calm and calm, and he became even more angry.

"With only one skill, you dare to act wildly in my dragon clan. Should you say you are ignorant or stupid?" Long Yiming sneered and slowly punched.

Tang Cheng exclaimed lightly, a little surprised.

Long Yun also used boxing skills. When one punch was shot out, it really had the power of the sky falling and the earth breaking. His boxing intention controlled Yin and Yang, and could transform all existences where the meridians were passed into Yin and Yang.

When boxing reaches Long Yun's level, it can almost be called a one-touch breaking ten thousand methods. However, compared with Long Yiming's boxing, Long Yun's boxing is still pale in comparison.

When the dragon's fist was released, the terrifying momentum had already covered all directions. The wind stopped and the clouds stopped. Within ten thousand miles, the waves disappeared, and the sea was as flat as a mirror. Once this fist was released, all space-like magical powers were abolished within ten thousand miles, and the movement speed of everyone was greatly affected.

If Tang Cheng wanted to rely on Fenglei Wings to bully his opponent, he would have made the wrong plan. Within Long Yiming's boxing intention space, it would be difficult to have any other choice except to fight him head-on.

But, whose fist is stronger than the Dragon Clan? How many people can there be in the world and the universe?

If another opponent is replaced by another opponent, there is no other way except to use the Pure Yang Artifact to forcibly break Long Yiming's fist. In the competition, Long Yiming's hands are empty. If Tang Cheng sacrifices the magic sword against the light, it will be considered a loss.

Tang Cheng slowly raised his hand, feeling as if he was in the mud, the air became extremely sticky. This was caused by Long Yiming's fist interference, not the five senses of fooling Tang Cheng with illusions.

"Good boxing skills!" Tang Cheng exclaimed in a low voice, but did not resist at all.

Long Yiming was very surprised. Is Tang Cheng's rhythm of committing suicide? Or is this a trap set by Tang Cheng? Then, he sneered, and his fist was unmoved.

[A mere trap, only siege tigers and leopards. It is really a delusion to want to hunt the dragon flying in the sky!]

In front of the fist, the vitality roared wildly, and nine giant dragons were divided into twisted shapes. The nine dragon heads bit Tang Cheng at different angles.

As a cultivator in the Creation Realm, the nine giant dragons roared out by Long Yiming are not shadows of the vital energy, but real, flesh and blood.

And this was just a mere test. Long Yiming raised his right leg and slid slightly, and rushed towards Tang Cheng. Even though he looked down on Tang Cheng, Long Yiming didn't think that only nine giant dragons could threaten Tang Cheng.

The dragon's mouth closed hard and swallowed Tang Cheng. As a fortune without wisdom, the dragon swallowed Tang Cheng with a hint of doubt, as if it was just a top tooth hitting the lower tooth without any flesh and blood.

The twisted dragon slid through the air and instantly passed the location of Tangcheng. Tangcheng slowly appeared in its original location without any change.

Long Yiming's pupils shrank, and Tang Cheng's methods were a bit weird, but Long Yiming was still full of confidence in his fist. [No matter what methods you have, you will be wiped out under my fist!]

"die!"

The long fist was blasted out, and everything around it was collapsed. The dead space created by the fist instantly burst, moving closer to Long Yiming's fist and shattered.

Long Haotian's expression changed slightly, and no one expected that Long Yiming's strength would be so terrifying. The four people next to him looked at each other in horror.

"Long Yiming is really a real person! He has been in the realm of creation for less than 800 years. Who can believe that his strength has progressed so quickly?" The man who spoke looked sad. He originally thought that Long Yiming's strength was almost the same as himself, but now it seems that the two are separated by a whole gap.

"Yes, it seems that there is no suspense in this battle!"

"Yiming, Yiming, this is going to be awesome!"

"Great Elder, what do you think?" This man and Long Yiming had never dealt with each other. At this moment, he felt a little unwilling to accept it when he saw Long Haotian frowning, and he moved his heart and asked hurriedly.

Long Haotian shook his head slowly and said, "Yiming is indeed powerful, but Tang Cheng should not be underestimated. Do you have no idea? The giant dragon created by Yiming obviously swallowed him into his stomach, but in the end, there was no reaction at all. What does this mean?"

The remaining three shook their heads and asked in unison: "What do the Great Elder have any thoughts?"

"There are too many possibilities, and I don't know the specifics!" Long Haotian shook his head flatly. He joked, it would be fine if he didn't know, but if he was talking nonsense and turned out to be very wrong, that would be really embarrassing.

Seeing the disappointed expression on the faces of the three of them, Long Haotian smiled and said, "Although I don't know, I can guess that it's not that easy for Yiming to really win!"

The four of them turned their gaze to the battlefield. At this time, Long Yiming was using his last move, and the fist that smashed everything seemed to penetrate the universe.

Long Haotian and the four of them had such a feeling even when they were very far away, let alone Tang Cheng who faced his divine fist.

However, although Long Yiming's fist is strong and his destructive power is very powerful, it is still a small matter compared to the disaster caused by Bai Ze. Under such violent fist style, Tang Cheng was still very calm.

The collapse that devoured everything finally made Tang Cheng move his body. His whole body ran towards Long Yiming's fist like a puppet.

【Hey, I thought you were so powerful? So that’s all!】

Long Yiming smiled proudly, victory was already in sight.

At this moment, Long Yiming saw Tang Cheng slowly passing through his fists, like a ghost, without any obstacle.

"What's the situation?" Long Haotian, who was watching, widened his eyes, almost unbelievable. Under his spiritual sense, nothing on the battlefield was hidden.

Tang Cheng was indeed standing there, without any inappropriateness, and Long Yiming next to Tang Cheng was still smiling proudly.

If everything is fine, then Long Yiming's fist obviously penetrated Tang Cheng's body, but why did Tang Cheng not respond?

Of course, Tang Cheng was not without any reaction. When Long Yiming ran towards him, Tang Cheng was smiling. Long Yiming's arm passed through Tang Cheng and his body passed through Tang Cheng's position, Tang Cheng was still smiling.

The other three shouted: "This is impossible!"

Long Yiming is not an idiot, nor is he a newcomer. There will never be such an outrageous and funny thing as being confused and fist-like.

Compared to the four people watching, Long Yiming was shocked even more. This simply subverted his understanding of the world. However, all living beings who can practice to the realm of creation are excellent people.

If he missed a blow, Long Yiming already understood that Tang Cheng was definitely not a simple opponent. The moment he passed Tang Cheng's body, he flipped his hand and had already grasped his magic weapon.

A moon-white folding fan opened with a squeak, blocking Long Yiming's back. There was nothing else on the snow-white fan, just two big characters were written in the dragon pattern.

Fenglei! This object is the windlei fan secretly taught by the Dragon Clan, a top-grade magic weapon. The Dragon Clan has always been proud of its own body and rarely uses magic weapons to fight enemies. However, the dragon Clan has extremely high eyes, and all the magic weapons it collects are excellent.

As the eighteen dragon clans in the Creation Realm, Long Yiming is naturally the best among the best. However, this person is good at showing off his nature, and the purpose of choosing the Wind and Thunder Fan is mainly to be cool.

However, this time, Long Yiming responded just right.

At this moment, when Tang Cheng and Long Yiming were back to back, the Shenxiao Chaos Heavenly Tribulation Sword was instantly generated and slashed hard at Long Yiming, but it hit the folding fan.

A "boom" sound seemed to be heard deep in the souls of everyone. Even with such a buffer, Long Yiming still rolled out.

When he stabilized his body, he was already thousands of feet away. Long Yiming's hands were still trembling, and the tiger's mouth was bleeding, and his face turned pale.

He raised the Fenglei Fan in his hand and looked carefully. He saw a crack in the fan surface of the Fenglei Fan, but the fan bone was intact. Long Yiming was afraid that if he had not responded in time, he would have peeled off this time if he had not died.

The three people watching looked at Long Haotian with a little respect. The Great Elder was indeed the Great Elder, and they could actually see the strangeness of this guy Tang Cheng.

The entire battle process was extremely simple. Long Yiming was furious, Long Yiming rushed over, Long Yiming punched the air with a heavy punch, and a sword flew in, Long Yiming slaps the man off and rolled out.

And Tang Cheng didn't even move his fingers.

Well, this is not accurate enough. Because, at this moment, Tang Cheng was hooking his finger at Long Yiming, and his contempt was beyond replenishment.
Chapter completed!