The old man surnamed Yuan and Fan Jingwu fought like two humanoid tyrannosaurs, colliding and fighting fiercely.
As the energy trembled, the seats and furnishings in the hall exploded one after another.
The ground cracked, the floor shattered and splashed!
It's like tearing down a house.
People in the hall did not dare to stay in there anymore and ran away one after another.
Everyone was so horrified by the scene before them that their faces turned pale.
terrible!
This was just the aftermath of the energy that escaped when the two of them fought. If they were hit by the opponent head-on, it wouldn't be a big deal.
Xu Jun protected Qi Guozheng and Qi Qinglan and withdrew.
Mr. Zhou used his remaining arm to drag Qi Changsheng out.
Qi Changsheng struggled to open his swollen eyes and said weakly: "Mr. Zhou, seize Litang now..."
Mr. Zhou glanced at Li Tang, who was also hiding, and shook his head: "Second Master, it's useless! A strong master will not be easily threatened. Even if Li Tang is captured, he will not be able to threaten the grand master. On the contrary, he will
Provoke the other party. If not, he may make him completely wipe out the whole family. But don’t worry, Mr. Fan is a strong man in the Martial God Army, and his skills and abilities are not comparable to those of ordinary masters."
When Qi Changsheng heard this, he didn't know what to say.
"Ouch!"
At this moment, a loud roar like the roar of a wild lion suddenly sounded in the dilapidated hall.
The whole hall shook violently, and then, under the horrified eyes of everyone, it collapsed.
At the same time, two figures suddenly leaped into the sky from the collapsed house and continued to fight quickly on the ruins.
"Broken Mountain Fist!"
Fan Jingwu roared violently, his skin was congested, his muscles swelled, and his punches were unparalleled.
Punch after punch!
The sky is filled with terrifying fist shadows.
The punching wind is fierce and the momentum is astonishing.
Not to mention ordinary people, even martial arts masters like Mr. Zhou turned pale after seeing this.
"Okay! The Mountain Breaking Fist of the Martial God Army! Mr. Fan has used real fire. This fist is extremely domineering and is a first-class murderous boxing technique. After all, the opponent's grandmaster is old, and his energy and blood have declined. It will not last long. Once his energy is weak,
, then we will definitely be unable to defend ourselves." Mr. Zhou was shocked when he saw it.
When Qi Guozheng and Qi Qinglan heard this, they both looked happy.
Song Fengjun laughed even more.
Only Su Yun took a few glances and shook his head secretly.
He could tell at once that although the old man named Yuan kept retreating and resisting Fan Jingwu's violent offensive, and seemed to be at a disadvantage, in fact, the opponent did not try his best at all.
Fan Jingwu is not weak in strength, and his abilities are enough to suppress ordinary seventh-level masters. Even some new masters may be killed by him on the spot.
But the old man surnamed Yuan was stronger, and Su Yun could faintly feel that most of the power in his body was stagnant, like rivers and lakes, unfathomable.
If it doesn't move, it will explode with power beyond everyone's imagination.
"Mr. Su, what's wrong? Do you think what Mr. Zhou said is wrong?" Qi Qinglan noticed that Su Yun was shaking his head and asked involuntarily.
Su Yun nodded and said calmly: "The opponent's grandmaster is very strong, and the guy from the Martial God Army is no match for him. I'm afraid it will be a disaster later."
As soon as these words came out, everyone around him was stunned.
This is completely opposite to the conclusion predicted by Mr. Zhou.
"Shut up! Who do you think you are? How dare you talk nonsense here! You have learned a little Kung Fu of a three-legged cat, and yet you dare to talk nonsense here and evaluate Grandmaster Fan. Who gave you the courage!" Song Fengjun opened his mouth and cursed.
Mr. Zhou's expression was not good-looking, and he said in a dull voice: "Little friend Su, although I have not been able to step into the realm of a grandmaster in this life, I have seen a few strong masters. I think I am knowledgeable enough, but I still don't understand this situation."
Incorrect."
Su Yun sneered and didn't bother to refute anything.
What the facts are, we will find out later.
"Hahaha……"
At this moment, the old man surnamed Yuan chuckled and said: "Okay, I have learned the power of Mountain Breaking Fist, and there is no point in playing anymore. I will send you on your way!"
"Playing?" Fan Jingwu was furious.
But before he could explode his anger, the old man surnamed Yuan suddenly had an aura like a savage beast, and the evil spirit surged into the sky.
Waves of powerful and boundless energy surged up.
Fan Jingwu had just punched him, and his expression changed wildly.
He found that the energy he had condensed in his fists was immediately shaken away, and a force even more violent and domineering than him rushed over.
Before he could react, he was blown away by a blow from the old man named Yuan.
The bones of the arm he was using to fight were shattered in an instant, and the flesh and blood were blurred.
"Eighth level of martial arts!"
"You, you are an eighth-grade master!"
Fan Jingwu was horrified and couldn't help but scream wildly.
He never expected that the opponent he fought with just now actually concealed his strength and turned out to be an eighth-grade grandmaster.
In martial arts training, the first level is the first level of heaven!
There is a huge gap between the seventh-grade grandmaster and the eighth-grade grandmaster.
He is sure that he can suppress some ordinary seventh-level martial arts masters, but against the eighth-level masters, he will definitely lose.
"escape!"
Fan Jingwu didn't even think about it. He dragged his broken arm and ran away.
He is no match for the opponent, so he must invite more powerful masters from the Martial God Army.
As for the Qi family, he had too much time to take care of himself, so he would have nothing to do with it.
"I want to leave now, it's too late!"
The old man surnamed Yuan's eyes flashed with murderous intent. Since he already knew Fan Jingwu's identity as a member of the Martial God Army, he would naturally not tolerate him or leave him to attract more masters of the Martial God Army.
"die!"
The old man surnamed Yuan moved and punched out.
The power of the fist was fierce and domineering, exactly the same as when Fan Jingwu used the Mountain Breaking Fist just now.
However, the old man surnamed Yuan's punch was even more powerful. If a god blocks it, it will kill a god, and if a Buddha blocks it, it will kill a Buddha!
Jin Gang's concentrated fist power penetrated the air and dragged out a long air wave in the air.
"Shattering Mountain Fist Power!"
"How come you know how to break mountains with fists!"
Fan Jingwu's eyes were horrified, and he stretched out his other arm, desperately trying to resist.
But it can’t be stopped at all!
The force of the fist shattered his arm, and then hit him hard, sending his whole body flying and blood spurting out.
The blood spurted out was even mixed with some internal organ fragments.
"Hehe, of course I just learned this from you! If it weren't for the purpose of exploring the methods and techniques of exerting force in your fists, you think you could have fought with me for so long with your ability!"
The old man surnamed Yuan sneered and spoke.
Fan Jingwu's eyes widened in disbelief.
Mountain Breaking Fist is a murderous boxing technique developed by the Wushen Army. It is very subtle.
But the other party only had a rough grasp of him by fighting with him for a moment. Such terrifying martial arts attainments really frightened him.
"You, the Martial God Army, have been comfortable for too long and have underestimated the masters in the world. It is an honor for you to die in my hands." The old man surnamed Yuan said quietly.
When Fan Jingwu heard this, he spurted out a large mouthful of blood with a bitter look on his face.
Although he did not die immediately, the internal organs in his body had been shattered by the opponent's punch, and it was only thanks to the grandmaster's strong vitality that he could sustain himself for a while.