His fists are simple and unpretentious, but they are like two mountains, thick with vicissitudes of life and suffocating.
Ye Fan was surprised: "Master Henglian!"
"wrong."
"Master Henglian's physical aura is even more domineering. It is almost difficult to control. You can feel the oppression of the physical body from a distance. You are still a little short of the fire. You can be said to be half a step forward as Master Henglian."
Murong Huang hummed: "You are right."
"Bang bang bang."
The two continued to exchange blows, engaging in fierce and fierce close combat.
"I landed on the Wilderness Continent when I was eight years old, practiced for fifteen years, experienced countless hardships, and narrowly escaped death, and finally reached the level where I am now a half-step master."
"What do you think about my physical body?"
Murong Huang's fists fell like raindrops, and Ye Fan struck back one by one. The tiger's mouth shook, and he kept retreating after being hit.
But, that's just it.
Ye Fan said: "It's very strong, but unfortunately, it's not enough to defeat me."
"Arrogant."
Murong Huang yelled in shock, his voice was like thunder, shaking like the wind and rain, shaking the heaven and earth.
Wang Danshu in the distance was so shocked that his eardrums hurt. It was hard to imagine how much impact Ye Fan, who was in the center, endured.
"What a terrible young man."
Wang Danshu's heart surged and he was so shocked that he could not speak.
At first, when he heard that Ye Fan was a descendant of the Ye royal family, he was shocked and knew that he had done the right thing.
He did not ask Ye Fan and Murong Huang to come to see him arrogantly, but let the Qin family and Zhao family realize it on their own; he came to Tai'a Mountain in person, which also seemed full of sincerity.
Now.
Seeing Ye Fan and Murong Huang looking so scary at such young ages, I couldn't help but feel a lot of emotion.
People who are almost fifty like him are far inferior to two young people in martial arts. Are they monster-level geniuses?!
Woo woo woo.
On the top of the mountain, due to the fierce battle between the two, the violent momentum caused wind, sand and rocks, and even a small tornado appeared, rising into the sky, which was particularly terrifying.
Wang Danshu retreated again.
At this time, a minute had passed, and Ye Fan and Murong Huang had fought for hundreds of rounds.
"Suppression!"
Murong Huang's eyes were as sharp as knives. He shouted deeply and jumped up like a tyrannosaurus, punching him fiercely.
Puff puff.
Good guy, this punch made an explosion sound.
Wang Danshu's hair stood on end. He felt that if he faced him, he would be beaten alive by this punch; even an elephant would be beaten to death.
"Well done."
Ye Fan laughed and straightened his waist.
The back is like a dragon.
The feet seem to be connected to the earth.
At this moment, the feeling is that it is majestic and unshakable.
He raised his head, his eyes as bright as a torch, watching Murong Huang's fist fall, and he slowly raised his right hand.
Fists vs palms.
At the moment of contact, the scene seemed to freeze.
"Click."
The stone exploded under Ye Fan's feet, and his feet sank deeply into the mountain; the next second, his tiger body trembled, and a huge force surged down his arms.
Murong Huang's expression changed and he was knocked away. He flipped several times in the air and landed on the ground.
The two are evenly matched.
However, Wang Danshu knew that it was Ye Fanqi who had a better move.
Because Ye Fan is a master of martial arts, but he did not use his Gang Qi and relied on his physical body to fight Murong Huang, a master of half-step horizontal training.
If Ye Fan used Gang Qi, then Murong Huang must have been injured.
"You are not my opponent yet."
Ye Fan shook his head, "If you become a complete master of Henglian, you may be able to compete with me, but you can't do it now."
"You are very strong. You can even be said to be the strongest warrior I have ever encountered. You know, I have killed martial arts masters before."
Murong Huang's words were astonishing.
Ye Fan said in surprise: "You have killed martial arts masters. Indeed, masters are divided into three, six, and nine levels. Your combat power is much stronger than ordinary masters."
Dong Dong.
Suddenly, a beating like a drum sounded.
"what sound?"
Wang Danshu glanced around with his eyes.
Dong Dong.
It rang again.
This sound gives people a strong sense of oppression and heart palpitations, which makes people feel uncomfortable, as if a big crisis is coming.
Ye Fan's pupils shrank slightly and his face became solemn. He felt that Murong Huang's aura was getting stronger.
"The beating of your heart."
Ye Fan said in surprise.
"What!"
Wang Danshu screamed.
Heart beating sound?
The sound, as thick as a drum, comes from the heart.