Destiny Martial God

In the Qinling Mountains, in front of the Leng family mansion!

"Fist Shatters the Galaxy!"

Yu Haoran knew that it was difficult to kill his opponent with just one fist. Just when the tearing force formed by the fist destroyed the supreme defense magic weapon of the realm, he continued to use the more powerful fist inherited by the ancestor witch.

Before his cultivation broke through the realm of martial arts, the power of the fist-shattering galaxy fist was enough to shatter the void and stir up the chaos of space.

Now that his cultivation has successfully broken through the realm of the top martial arts master, the realm of perfection of the tenth grade, and the grade of his physical body has been promoted to the realm of martial arts emperor, the aftermath of the power of the fist alone has caused ripples in the surrounding void.

When the power of the fist, which contained the aura of destruction, quickly hit the sea of ​​consciousness defense formed by Leng Shengda using the power of the law integrated into his physical body, the sea of ​​consciousness defense was instantly shattered, and the power of the fist strangled Leng Shengda's soul.

Leng Shengda, who had just woken up for two days and two nights and had not yet truly demonstrated the might of a martial emperor, had completely turned into a cold corpse.

"Shengda!"

At the moment when Leng Shengda's soul in the sea of ​​consciousness was completely strangled, a grief-stricken roar suddenly came from the depths of the Leng family's mansion.

Accompanied by the grief-stricken roar, a white-haired old man with the same white hair, but with a more powerful aura than Leng Shengda, rushed out like lightning and stopped the falling corpse in time.

"Young man, if you dare to hurt Shengda's body and strangle Shengda's soul, this emperor will definitely grind you to ashes and your soul will be forever in purgatory."

Seeing the corpse that had lost most of its chest and internal organs, and feeling the completely destroyed sea of ​​consciousness, the white-haired old man threatened Yu Haoran with a ferocious look.

"Break the sky with a fist!"

Facing the threat of the more powerful white-haired old man, Yu Haoran's counterattack was simple, that is, to continue to use the overdrawn ancestral witch bloodline and perform the boxing skills inherited from the ancestral witch.

"Phoenix saves the world!"

Just like Yu Haoran carrying Lin Mengyao on his back, the white-haired old man held Leng Shengda's body in one hand and performed the martial arts inherited from his bloodline with the other hand.

The palm martial arts quickly condensed into a beautiful and dazzling divine phoenix.

But just as the divine phoenix raised its phoenix head, spread its beautiful wings, and prepared to launch a fierce attack, the terrifying tearing force formed by the boxing directly penetrated its body, turning it into energy flying all over the sky before it really showed its terrifying strength.

Seeing that the bloodline inherited martial arts he used with all his strength in an angry state were easily torn apart by the opponent's boxing, the white-haired old man felt a little panic in his heart, and finally knew why Leng Shengda was killed so easily.

If it is just a competition of cultivation, the white-haired old man in the early stage of the second rank of the Martial Emperor has an absolutely overwhelming advantage.

However, the strength that has not yet been fully recovered, and the aura that is incompatible with the environment of heaven and earth, let the white-haired old man know through the competition of palm and fist just now that he is far from being Yu Haoran's opponent.

Therefore, when using Yuanli to send Leng Shengda's body to the square of the mansion, the white-haired old man ordered Leng Yun, who had a gloomy face.

"Clan leader, immediately take the seven elders at the peak of the ninth rank of the Martial Honor to the family's forbidden area, and then use the burning of your own phoenix blood to awaken the ancestor Feng Qing."

"Ancestor, are you not even Yu Haoran's opponent?" After hearing the white-haired old man's order, Leng Yun couldn't help but ask with a sudden change of expression.

"If I am given two days to recover my strength, I can easily crush the dead Yu with just one finger, but now it's not possible!" After hearing Leng Yun's shocked questioning, the white-haired old man complained with a rather unwilling look.

But when he felt the fluctuation of the boxing power coming from behind him, he immediately urged Leng Yun anxiously.

"Hurry up and wake up the ancestor Feng Qing. This emperor will hold this young man back for the time being."

The time given to the white-haired old man to instruct Leng Yun was not only for the time to prepare for the three consecutive boxing moves, but also for the time to give the tower spirit more time to kill the three ancestors of the Leng family.

Just when he had just accumulated the energy to perform the boxing, he received the news of success from the tower spirit using divine thoughts, so he began to perform the boxing boldly.

"Fist to suppress the earth!"

"Fist to break the sky!"

"Fist to break the galaxy!"

Seeing Yu Haoran perform three powerful inherited boxing moves in one breath, the white-haired old man couldn't help but change his face, and hurriedly gritted his teeth to overdraw part of the blood that he had finally recovered, and also performed three blood-inherited palms in succession.

"Phoenix helps the world!"

"Phoenix dances the world!"

"Phoenix sings the world!"

A divine phoenix condensed by Feng Ji Tian Xia quickly confronted the heavy mountain condensed by the fist to suppress the earth fist.

"Boom!"

After only two direct confrontations, the divine phoenix was directly smashed by the heavy mountain, and then continued to bombard the white-haired old man with undiminished power.

A divine phoenix condensed by Feng Wu Tian Xia relied on its graceful dance to form nine flame energy shields, gradually resisting the tearing force formed by the fist.

Nine flame defense shields, under the strangulation of the tearing energy, only lasted for two seconds before they were all torn apart. The fist with only a quarter of its power continued to bombard the white-haired old man.

"Cry...!"

A divine phoenix condensed by Feng Ming Tian Xia used the phoenix cry martial arts that resounded through the sky to attack the fist containing the power of crushing terror.

The fist technique contained the power to shatter the void and strangle the continuous phoenix calls, and after completely crushing the divine phoenix into powder, it blasted towards the white-haired old man with the same power without any reduction.

Seeing that he could not even delay the time after using the three strongest bloodline palm techniques, the white-haired old man was filled with endless panic, and a fierce cold light flashed in his eyes.

After using a fist technique to slow down the overwhelming force of the heavy mountain, the white-haired old man rushed directly to the square of the mansion, intending to use the lives of countless clansmen to resist the three fist techniques that were enough to take his life, so that he could hold on until the ancestor Feng Qing, who was in the middle stage of the seventh rank of the emperor realm, woke up and arrived.

Seeing that the ancestor was actually planning to sacrifice his own lives to resist the fist techniques that even the powerful martial emperors were no match for, more than 7,000 Leng family members in the square gnashed their teeth and cursed the white-haired old man, while mustering all their strength to desperately attack the heavy mountain that was coming down quickly.

The combined power of more than 7,000 martial saints and above was far more powerful than the heavy mountain could bear.

In the end, when it was about 100 meters away from the mansion square, it was smashed all night.

But before the people in the square could cheer loudly, the invisible fists that broke the sky and the fists that broke the stars directly hit the crowd in the square.

"Ah...!"

Accompanied by countless miserable howls, forty-seven martial saints from the first to ninth ranks, sixteen martial masters from the first to ninth ranks, and five Leng family members at the quasi-martial emperor level were directly twisted into countless blood mists by the tearing force and the crushing force.