Divine Replication System

Around the challenge arena, within kilometers.

The wind and cloud swept, the wind raged, and the sea of fire surged.

It seems that the terror of power is not something that an ordinary Lingyuan realm can bear at the beginning.

The high-level leaders of the surrounding grandstands were awestruck.

With previous experience, the martial arts in the middle of Lingyuan territory and above quickly show their power.

Wrap around the stand so that younger disciples will not be affected.

Watching the competition also caused injuries.

It's a little embarrassing.

At the same time, it is also a great shock.

It is worthy of being a childe level genius. The strength of this momentum has reached the level of the fourth level of Lingyuan realm.

Beyond Zhou Wenhao and Wu Xin.

Unfortunately, it was Lin Xuan that Chen Feng fought against.

Zhang Yuchen, even Tianjiao, is far less talented than a demon.

It's hard for an ordinary person in the early stage of Lingyuan realm to bear such a power.

Will not be Chen Feng's opponent.

But facing Lin Xuan, I don't know if I can take Lin Xuan's three moves?

Everyone is looking forward to the past.

On the challenge arena.

Lin Xuan looked at the sea of fire and waves on all sides. He also looked indifferent and shook his head slightly.

It's not bad, but it doesn't pose a threat to him.

On the other side, Chen Feng's heart pounded when he saw Lin Xuan's appearance.

A bad feeling is growing.

But at the moment, he couldn't care about anything else.

You can only do your best.

It's not up to him to win or lose.

Cut off with a sword.

The surrounding majestic wind and waves are in the sea of fire, but in a moment, a flame flows and dozens of feet of huge swords haunted by the strong wind.

This sword is his strongest weapon.

It is also a move enough to threaten the fourth floor of Lingyuan realm.

Soon, Chen Feng thought.

This huge sword with flowing flame and haunted by endless wind falls from the sky like tearing the sky.

Cut down towards Lin Xuan.

Where I passed, it was scorched black, as if the void had been torn open.

The power is terrible.

opposite side.

"Power is pretty good."

Lin Xuan also calmly gave an evaluation, which was a shot.

"Bully fist!"

A whisper and a punch.

In an instant, the violent power like thunder poured out like endless waves.

An unparalleled domineering spirit spread from Lin Xuan.

At this moment, it was as if Lin Xuan had turned into an invincible overlord.

The prestige spread around, and even Chen Feng's sea of fire and storm prestige could not help retreating back.

A hundred meters away.

In contrast, the legislature is superior.

Seeing this, everyone in the square was shocked and nodded slightly.

Sure enough, Lin Xuan is stronger.

And it's much better.

And in the arena.

Lin Xuan was surrounded by a sea of surging Qi, which crushed the air into pancakes.

A fist shaped air gun condenses out in an instant.

Wrapped in unparalleled domineering spirit, welcome Chen Feng's huge sword with flames flowing and wind lingering.

Although in terms of body shape, the air gun fist seal is far less than the huge sword of the flame and wind.

But the prestige is not inferior.

And no one dares to look down on half a cent.

The next breath, the attention of everyone on the court.

The air gun fist seal hits the huge sword from bottom to top.

Bang!!

A loud explosion came out.

The terrible aftershocks scattered everywhere, and even the prestige of Lingyuan territory around the main stands retreated a few meters away.

It also shocked the high-level forces at their strength.

It is worthy of being the top genius in Chiri region, and it is no worse than their older generation.

Look back.

No accident.

High in the air.

Chen Feng's strongest blow, the flame flowed, and the dozens of feet of huge swords haunted by endless winds and waves were intercepted in mid air.

Not half an inch.

The one who intercepted the sword was Lin Xuan's air gun fist print.

The shape of the air gun fist seal is less than one percent of that huge sword.

In contrast, it shows the horror of Lin Xuan's strength.

And that's more than that.

Click, click

A palpitating crisp sound came out.

With the air gun fist seal as the center, a huge crack appeared on the huge sword.

Spread in all directions.

But in an instant, it covered the whole sword.

Boom!!

A terrible explosion came out.

Chen Feng's strongest blow, the flame flowed, and the huge sword awn haunted by endless wind burst open.

Turned into heaven and earth, and the aura dissipated.

With more terrible aftershocks, wrapped in hot fire waves and strong winds, they swept away in all directions.

Boo, boo, boo

Even the prestige shown by the high-level leaders of the major forces was offset and dispersed by less than half.

The people were also more shocked by their strength.

And in the arena.

Chen Feng looked at this scene and looked stunned.

Immediately turned into a decadent face:

"Sure enough, I still lost!

I can't even take a move! "

Chen Feng's eyes showed a gloomy color and whispered.

But then his heart jumped and his whole body stood up.

I just felt a great terror.

"No!

What's going on?! "

Looking ahead, I saw the wind and the fire dispersed.

Ling Feng's way of spreading the air gun fist seal of unparalleled domineering spirit is like silk without damage.

He continued to kill him without losing his momentum.

"It's from here!"

Chen Feng smiled bitterly and knew that he had lost.

Completely defeated.

The strongest blow, even Lin Xuan couldn't take it.

You can't even weaken the power of boxing and printing.

The gap between the two sides is beyond words.

He no longer had the idea of confrontation.

Turning around is jumping off the challenge arena.

Although I got off the challenge arena, I was defeated.

It's just that he has already lost.

It's useless to stay any longer. It will only increase the injury.

Then he saw the fist print of the domineering air gun, drew a residual shadow and smashed it in front of Chen Feng.

If Chen Feng stays for a breath, I'm afraid it's the result of serious injury.

At this time, the air gun fist seal remained.

Soon, it was a wave that dissipated.

It also highlights Lin Xuan's accurate control of power.

When the senior leaders of the major forces saw this, their pupils shrank.

The precise control of such power can't be achieved by those martial artists above the middle stage of Lingyuan territory.

Lin Xuan, a younger disciple under the age of 20, showed it so easily.

Unexpectedly, Lin Xuan could still have such accurate control over the power after maintaining the appalling cultivation speed and entering the country.

This TMD is a bit too evil.

The high-level forces were once again shocked by Lin Xuan's talent.

And the air gun fist print dispersed in an instant, and the terrorist power wrapped in it spread naturally.

Pooh!

Chen Feng, who is in the nearest place, was affected.