Besides, the great elder of Shengguang sect, Fu Chen, blocked the way. Shen Lang was full of war intention. He rushed up directly.

This momentum has the tragic of thousands of troops and iron horses;

With bloody fighting and indomitable murderous spirit;

There is also an unparalleled hegemonic momentum of sweeping thousands of troops and invincible blockers!

In the past, Shen Lang, no matter what means he used, showed his gentle temperament most of the time.

But at this moment, he completely turned into a magic knife!

The spirit of war soared, destroying mountains and mountains;

Fierce and overbearing, the magic knife comes out of the scabbard!

Yinghuo and all members of the warwolf feel this unprecedented momentum, and their hearts are fluctuating and surging!

Only Qian Luo looked at all this

Qian Luo looked at Shen Lang and rushed up with his bare hands. His face elongated like a donkey.

"Oh, little ancestor, that old monster is Jiuchong heaven in the Xuanwu realm, and has been immersed in this realm for many years. It\'s not comparable to a rookie like me!"

"Why did you pull out the knife behind you? Why did you rush up with your fist?"

Shen Lang really rushed up with his bare hands.

For Qian Luo, this posture is like a reckless man.

But for the opposite Fuchen, the feeling is completely different.

Fu Chen was locked by Shen Lang\'s mind, shrouded by this momentum, and immediately gave birth to a feeling like being stared at by ancient wild animals!

Shen Lang\'s actions are straightforward and have no fancy or skills.

However, the momentum sweeping everything and the great fighting spirit made Fu Chen\'s eyes slightly narrowed and his expression became dignified.

Shen Lang\'s goal is him. Fu Chen, coerced by this momentum, is very different from the feelings of onlookers!

"I have two sons, but you will die today!"

With the strange cry of Fu Chen, the momentum of his whole body increased greatly, and the terror momentum of the jiuchongtian strong in the Xuanwu realm swept the whole audience.

Facing the rapid impact of Shen waves, Fu Chen\'s right hand was shrouded in a circle of dark fog, ready to go!

He was also barehanded and did not use mysterious tools.

The strong man of jiuchongtian in the noble Xuanwu realm, if he had to use Xuanqi to deal with such a suckling boy, wouldn\'t it make people laugh?

In his eyes, this kind of boy, even if he has some ability, can be crushed to death in an instant!

"More than two? Old dog, eat me first!"

The distance of more than 200 meters is within a blink of an eye. In the midst of some amazing eyes in Fuchen, Shen waves soared into the air and hit them with a fist!

This fist has the peerless spirit of God blocking and killing God and Buddha blocking and killing Buddha!

Looking at Shen Lang\'s body approaching rapidly, Fu Chen\'s eyes changed: "what\'s the matter? Why are there black and dense scales on this boy\'s arm? Is it a martial soul? How can there be a martial soul that can condense the essence?"

But at this time, Shen Lang\'s fist with the roaring wind has already roared to, and Fu Chen has no time to think about it.

"No matter what it is, you don\'t have the qualification to show off in front of me!"

"The Pearl of rice also puts brilliance?"

Fu Chen\'s unrelenting fist blasted out towards the Shen wave!

"Ha ha, the little beast didn\'t know which tendon was wrong. He chose the elder as his opponent and fought with his bare hands. He really didn\'t know how to live or die."

"Newborn calves are not afraid of tigers. They don\'t even know how to die for a while! The martial spirit of the elder is a Soul Eater with the nature of swallowing! Those who can devour his flesh and blood alive dare to contact the elder with their bodies!"

Fu Chen\'s two people were afraid of hindering him. While laughing, they moved more than ten meters aside.

At the moment when they had just retreated, Shen Lang\'s fists exploded together at this moment.

"Boom!"

The endless strong light suddenly burst out from the contact between the two fists.

Suddenly, an earth shaking explosion, carrying the extreme storm of terror, swept out from the two people\'s position towards the four sides. When the storm passed, the space shook!

The soul of the soul devouring beast on Fuchen\'s fist was blown away in an instant. All he could do was feel a towering force coming from Shen Lang\'s fist.

It seemed that the power of a mountain gathered on the fist and pressed down on Fu Chen

Under the severe pain, before he could breathe out the pain, the old ghost had suddenly flown out towards the back with unstable footwall!

The storm formed by this fierce spirit scraped the two people who had just walked away a little into a rolling gourd, which was in a mess!

At this time, the Shen wave is not what it used to be, and there have been thousands of different changes from when the chaotic God body was awakened.

Now his physical strength has increased dozens or even hundreds of times, and the control power has reached an unimaginable level after a year of training!

Although his fist didn\'t look very good, except for its speed and commendable momentum, the power revealed really didn\'t make people see.

However, it has stimulated most of the ten divine beast particles. Is this power easy!

Under Fu Chen\'s carelessness, his right arm was injured in a moment, drooped and trembled constantly.

"How possible!"

One punch hurt him and condensed the arm of the soul devouring beast. Fu Chen was shocked.

This has never happened!

At least it\'s something that has never happened since the advanced level is Xuanwu realm jiuchongtian!

Even after Shen Lang\'s punch, his right hand was injured and his blood gas was churning. Fu Chen still couldn\'t believe... Such a boy could be so strong that he was hurt like this with one punch!

"It doesn\'t matter whether it\'s possible. The important thing is that you must be the one who died."

Shen Lang\'s strike worked without delay. He swayed close to Fu Chen and hit out with another punch.

"Damn it, I\'m almost half as strong as Wang Wujing. How can anyone\'s body be so stronger than me except Wang Wujing?"

Watching Shen Lang\'s fist grow from small to big, Fu Chen was surprised and angry.

He suddenly stepped on the ground with his right foot, and the gravel flew in disorder. His body shape was very fast, and he quickly retreated backward.

The strong man of jiuchongtian in the noble Xuanwu realm dared not challenge Shen Lang, and immediately stunned qianluo and several others in the distance.

Only Fu Chen, who is in it, knows how powerful Shen Lang\'s fist is.

In the face of that power, it is impossible for life to resist!

This can\'t be the power that martial artists below Wang Wujing can use

Fuchen quickly retreated, and the stones under his feet kept spraying out on both sides.

However, Shen Lang followed him like a shadow and didn\'t give him a chance to breathe at all. One punch after another was like a storm and stormy waves.

With the cultivation of jiuchongtian in the Xuanwu realm, if you don\'t give Shen Lang a close chance, at Shen Lang\'s current speed, it may not be so easy to get him with bare hands.

After all, the power of the nine heaven strong in the Xuanwu realm is not just reflected in the power of the flesh.

But if Shen Lang is in close combat, let alone his physical strength, even if his strength is stronger than Shen Lang, he can only be beaten.

At the beginning, Shen Lang\'s chaotic divine body woke up. Its power is still far from enough. It can beat the drunken thousand cups of the second heaven in the Xuanwu realm without fighting back.

Today\'s cultivation is more powerful than that day. I don\'t know how many times. One or two fingers can do the role of killing drunk thousand cups.

"Hoo!"

Fuchen was shocked to find that the sinking speed was faster and faster. He could not escape. Another punch hit his face!

When he couldn\'t block, Fuchen suddenly turned his head and avoided the punch between lightning and flint.

The fist wind flew in front of Fu Chen, scraping his face like a knife.

However, it was too late for him to rejoice. Shen Lang bent his arm, smashed his elbow and hit Fu Chen\'s chest!

"Click!"

A light circle burst out at Fu Chen\'s chest, and the spiritual armor appeared, blocking Shen Lang\'s fierce elbow.

But as soon as the psychic armor appeared, there was a clear sound.

It was immediately covered with spider web cracks, shocking!

"Damn junior!"

The first time Fu Chen saw someone directly smash his psychic armor with his fist, he was frightened.

When his life was at stake, the air flow in Fu Chen\'s hands surged, and the purple Qi condensed into two long swords, crossing and cutting angrily towards Shen Lang.

The strength and speed of the flesh can\'t match. Only by using such powerful skills can we defeat the enemy.

"Dangdang!"

Shen Lang\'s hands and Fu Chen\'s two swords roared against each other, making a sound of gold and iron.

Under the strong Qi, the surrounding air kept shaking and rolling like a raging wave. Shen Lang\'s body shape was finally pushed back three meters by Fu Chen\'s two Qi swords.

"Gather Qi to form a blade?"

Shen Lang glanced at his arm and saw many fine scratches on the scales of his arm. He couldn\'t help looking at the Qi sword.

Gathering Qi to form a blade is a high-level skill. Once you have achieved it, its sharpness is no worse than that of Xuanqi.

However, there are few people who can cultivate into such a shape.

Now Fu Chen\'s Qi gathering blade can leave traces on the scales excited by Shen langtian demon\'s body, which shows its sharpness.

But on the contrary, when Fu Chen saw that his proud stunt was forced to use, he just forced the other party away, and then left several impressions on the scales of the arm. The shock in his heart was unspeakable!

"The scales are formed close to the skin, not scales... Who is this boy? Is it a demon family? But the smell of the whole body can only feel the evil spirit when the scales are exposed. When there are no scales, there is no abnormality at all!"

Fu Chen\'s face showed a fierce look, his hands shook and put away the Qi gathering blade.

Then, raise your palms and suddenly lift them!

The earth and mountains suddenly shook around, and circles of sand and stones suddenly burst out centered on the Shen wave, completely encircling the Shen wave and rotating rapidly!

"Be careful, my Lord. This old devil\'s\' sand waterfall purgatory \'is no small matter. He can refine stones into sand and combine his skills into it to form a dust storm. Each yellow sand weighs hundreds of kilograms, which can wipe out the strong ones in the Jiuchong heaven of the Xuanwu realm!"

The distant flicker was surprised, and a loud voice reminded him.

Before he finished, Shen Lang had completely fallen into the sandstorm and couldn\'t see anyone again!