The distorted space caused an illusion, and the hearts of countless people watching the battle were trembling.
Yuan Zhenjun is too strong.
Perhaps for so many years, Yuan Zhenjun has not taken any action, making the world forget that he is the most powerful person in the Beilu Territory!
At this moment, Yuan Zhenjun took action swiftly and swiftly. Once he took action, it was earth-shattering.
His casual blow seemed to wipe out everyone on the opposite side. This momentum was extremely shocking and reflected the terror of Yuan Zhenjun.
However, facing Yuan Zhenjun's earth-shattering blow, Ye Wenchan did not retreat at all. Instead, he just stretched out his palm and slapped Yuan Zhenjun.
Ye Wenchan's arm was so stable in the twisted space, without any emptiness or distortion.
The wind roared, and the white jade-like palm prints bloomed around like a lotus. A terrifying will slowly spread out, resisting the oppressive space.
"Spinning Fist!"
When Yuan Zhenjun saw Dao Zhijian's palm, he suddenly shouted angrily, clenched his fist again, and twisted his arm slightly.
'Buzz...'
The surrounding space became more and more distorted and blurred, and the terrifying spinning fist method was like a drill, spinning faster and faster.
His iron-like arm turned faster and faster.
The terrifying fist wind crisscrossed the space, making a whistling sound, and the oppressive air continued to increase.
Ye Wenchan's white jade palm was still firmly covering the high-speed rotating fist.
"Drill into the sky!"
Yuan Zhenjun roared angrily, opened his fists and then clenched them tightly. The world seemed to be united, and the terrifying power increased to another level again!
His fist can break through mountains and seas, and penetrate the sky. How can it be resisted by Ye Wenchan's mere fleshy palm?
However, Ye Wenchan's palm was still firm and moved downwards without any hindrance. In the blink of an eye, the palm was less than half a meter away from Yuan Zhenjun's fist.
Feeling the increasingly stronger oppressive force on that plain fleshy palm, the fists around Yuan Zhenjun became more and more terrifying.
Blessed by fists one after another, the power of the divine realm continues to increase!
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The crazy fist intention roars and blows the wind, and in the void, this huge power is still increasing!
In the blink of an eye, the fist style has reached the ninth level of the divine realm!
At this moment, the faces of Chu Tian, Song Qing, Zi Yuanying and others behind Ye Wenchan were already extremely ugly.
Ye Wenchan didn't use his vitality to protect them, just to let them feel the terror of a ninth-level expert in the divine realm!
At this moment, everyone who sensed this momentum felt a faint feeling of wanting to kneel down and worship.
A feeling of having a god above your head and wanting to worship.
Chu Tian even wanted to use his own reincarnation to resist, but was counterattacked by a huge force and vomited blood on the spot.
However, this seems not to be the end yet, as Yuan Zhenjun's boxing power is still increasing.
Great Perfection in Divine Realm!
"kill!"
A terrifying fist light bloomed, incredibly fast, and the bound space was divided into two, as if it was blasted by this punch. A fist of the Great Perfection of the Divine Realm was more powerful than the self-explosion of a cultivator of the Great Perfection of the Sun Chaser.
It was so dazzling that it seemed to blow away the sky.
"Yuan Zhenjun, you can actually see the sky and the earth!"
At this moment, the person who felt the deepest feeling was not the deputy head of the gods of the six major sects, but Chen Shenxu, the envoy from the Central Foot Territory!
Both are in the Dzogchen realm of gods, Chen Shenxu is not just a lecherous disciple as Leshan Bai said.
At this moment, only he knew what kind of powerful person Ye Wenchan was facing.
But when Chen Shenxu looked at Ye Wenchan, he couldn't help but feel a tremor in his heart.
Ye Wenchan opposite him didn't feel anything at all.
Except, his long hair was slightly fluttered by the wind from the fist.
His arm was still extremely stable, as if it was not affected at all, and he still patted Yuan Zhenjun.
At this moment, Yuan Zhenjun also frowned.
Obviously he didn't expect Ye Wenchan to be so powerful, so powerful that he couldn't shake the opponent at all!
Although Yuan Zhenjun was frightened in his heart, he was not comparable to Liu Shaojie's group after all. His body retreated slightly, but he took the opportunity to thrust his fist forward, pressing the fist towards Ye Wenchan's palm.
The terrifying power of vitality roared crazily on his fist, and the heaven and earth made a rumbling sound, hitting Ye Wenchan's palm.
The fist wind finally disappeared and gradually dissipated. Yuan Zhenjun felt a faint resistance on his fist. When he raised his head, he found that there was only that white jade-like palm in front of him. The world seemed to be covered by this palm.
Nothing else.
The fists and palms collided, and the stalemate lasted only a second.
"Pfft."
Then, Yuan Zhenjun's fist exploded into blood mist under this palm!
Then the white jade-like palm suddenly pushed forward.
"Click, click..."
The unpleasant sound of broken bones sounded. First, Yuan Zhenjun's fist was shattered, and then his arm was fractured and broken. The arm bone even penetrated directly through his own back, and was directly pushed into a pulp!
Terrifying fluctuations surged up, and the vitality surged backwards like a storm. The residual vitality surged in all directions like a goddess scattering flowers.
Ye Wenchan's attack was so terrifying. If he hadn't restrained his strength, Yuan Zhenjun's Taoist body would have turned into powder.