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Jiang Nan calmly stretched out his hands to catch every punch from Hun Qianmo.

"Bang bang bang bang!!!"

The sound of palms and fists colliding was like a violent storm.

There were also some strange noises mixed in.

"Muda, muda, muda, muda, muda!!!"

Hun Qianmo poked his body out from the void, and a hint of hostility appeared on his face, which was as dry as tree bark.

"die!"

Hun Qianmo turned his fist and extended a finger.

A light tap of the finger emitted an extremely terrifying black light.

The Soul Clan’s heavenly fighting skill, the Finger of Death.

This skill contains the power of death. Even if you don't die after being hit by it, your endless vitality will be consumed.

This is a magical skill of a Yin person.

Death means bringing death to everything around with terrifying power.

Jiang Nan looked at the black light that was so close to him, so he stretched out his hand and pointed it forward.

"Dead Fingers".

Two beams of black light collided at close range.

The terrifying force of death exploded instantly and spread to the surroundings.

Green mountains and clear waters instantly turned into dead soil and dead trees.

The pure energy between heaven and earth instantly dissipated after coming into contact with the death power erupted from the Finger of Death.

The impact of the heavenly-level fighting skills shattered the surrounding space.

Hun Qianmo and Jiang Nan were standing at close range at the center of the explosion.

In the broken space, a figure fell from the sky and hit the ground heavily.

That person was Hun Qianmo.

Hun Qianmo's eyes were red, he had been practicing the Withered Finger for a thousand years and his realm had already reached the pinnacle.

However, the level of the Withering Finger that the young man just displayed was not inferior to his at all.

How can this be?

"Who are you? How do you know the Withered Finger of our Soul Clan?"

There was nothing but doubt and jealousy in Hun Qianmo's eyes.

Such talent should not exist in this world.

At the horizon, Jiang Nan walked slowly down through the void as if he was walking on stairs.

"I just took a look at it and learned it in 0.0001 seconds. I also practiced it to the highest level."

Jiang Nan spoke calmly, not minding showing off his immense talent.

"This is impossible."

Hun Qianmo absolutely did not believe what Jiang Nan said.

There is indeed no shortage of geniuses in this world who can learn other people's skills just by watching them once.

But there is absolutely no genius who can master the fighting skills he has just learned to the pinnacle in a short period of time.

"Don't believe it? Then look carefully, the Dead Finger."

Jiang Nan's long and slender fingers gently pointed at Hun Qianmo below.

A black light fell instantly.

A sense of death filled the entire place.

It seems to make people see endless despair.

This is the artistic conception.

Hun Qianmo looked at the black light falling from the sky. He saw the grass and trees withering and all things dying.

But there is a touch of green in this withered world.

Thousands of sails passed by the side of the sinking boat, Wan Muchun in front of the diseased tree.

At this moment, Hun Qianmo seemed to understand something.

True death refers to the cycle of life and death.

This is a level he has not reached.

"This is impossible."

Intense black fighting spirit burst out from Hun Qianmo's entire body.

The black fighting spirit formed the shape of a skeleton and rushed towards the black light in the sky.

The terrifying skull was filled with endless black fog, as if the world had fallen into a quagmire.

The dead finger hit the skull, completely shattering it in an instant.

The black fog dissipated, revealing Hun Qianmo.

Looking at the withered finger that was about to rush towards him, Hun Qianmo created countless space barriers in front of himself.

The black light, carrying the concept of death, easily penetrated the spatial barrier and hit Hun Qianmo.

"puff!"

Hun Qianmo instantly spat out a mouthful of blood.

Then his body flew backwards.

The terrifying force caused him to smash countless trees and rocks, and he finally flew thousands of meters before stopping.

Jiang Nan slowly fell from the sky.

When Hun Qianmo flew backwards, he left a deep scratch on the ground.

I have to say that the physiques of the Fighting Saints are all very good.

Hun Qianmo is not dead yet.

Amidst the ruins composed of countless rocks and trees, an old arm stretched out.

It’s Hun Qianmo.

Then the violent fighting spirit directly blew away all the debris that was pressing on him.

"Boy, I must kill you. If our Soul Clan cannot get a genius like you, then we must kill you from this world."

Hun Qianmo's eyes were filled with madness.

At this moment he finally understood how terrifying the young man in front of him was.

The existence of this freak is to mock those hard-working people.

He has practiced heavenly-level fighting skills for thousands of years.

Not only did the other party learn it at a glance, but he also used it to a level beyond his own practice.

He practiced hard for a thousand years.

But it's not worth even a glance from the other person.

It's so devastating.

"You don't have to be so shocked. I may not use this move in the future. After all, your move is really rubbish. It took me less than a second to reach the state of mind. It's really meaningless."

Jiang Nan spread his hands and said in a relaxed manner.

Hun Qianmo was so angry that his teeth itched when he heard this.

Jealousy, it's really too jealous.

"You die!"

Astonishing fighting spirit burst out from Hun Qianmo's body, and even the surrounding space began to crack because it could not withstand this force.

The fog was thick, and thousands of palm shadows rushed towards Jiang Nan.

Jiang Nan smiled slightly.

Then with a light slap, he wanted to kill someone.

Chapter 254: Daluotian

Jiang Nan also took thousands of photos of palm shadows.

Countless palm shadows collided with each other.

Continuous applause filled the entire venue.

As if cheering for someone.

Palm to palm.

This is a contest of power.

"Ahhhh!!!"

Hun Qianmo roared in the black fog and swung his dry palm with all his strength.

The sound of sonic booms continued.

Jiang Nan was different from Hun Qianmo. He was not so hysterical at all.

His palm fell slightly and turned into countless palm shadows.

These palm shadows are constantly increasing in number and becoming stronger.

Jiang Nan continued to improve and grow in attack.

And this speed is visible to the naked eye.

Hun Qianmo could feel that Jiang Nan's skills were getting stronger during the palm shadow battle.

He surpassed himself in almost an instant.

The fire of jealousy in Hun Qianmo's heart kept burning.

But there was nothing he could do.

I'm so angry!

"No way! That's it? A powerful Dou Sheng only has this much strength."

In an instant, Hun Qianmo vomited blood.

He had never been so insulted.

Jiang Nan clearly intended to defeat him using the moves he knew, and he was learning them on the spot.

It’s heartbreaking to kill someone!

There is nothing more deadly and heartbreaking than defeating your opponent in the area where he or she is best at.

After Jiang Nan was sure that Hun Qianmo's strength could not be improved any further, he used a little more strength.

As the power grows stronger.

The thousands of palm shadows shot out by Jiang Nan instantly dispersed the palm shadows shot out by Hun Qianmo, and then dispersed the black mist and slammed heavily on Hun Qianmo's body.

Hun Qianmo was instantly knocked down as if he had been hit hard, and flew into the sky.

He flew farther and farther away like a kite with a broken string.

Finally, it fell heavily to the ground, splashing dust all over the sky.

Jiang Nan was not in a hurry either.