A Tibetan reincarnation

Chapter 105 Blood Shield!Tianlun Fairy Curtain
The eight sons of Fenglun have their own strengths.

Although Han Tian is a bit stupid, he is gifted with supernatural powers, and he has mastered five rounds of holy fists.Therefore, Han Tian's combat power is definitely not low, and he likes this head-to-head fighting method the most.

Mu Jinghong's fist strikes.

Han Tian didn't care whether the other party used his own strength or not.

All kinds of spells, I can break them with one punch!
"Well done—broke—"

A red light flashed in Han Tian's eyes excitedly, he took a step forward, and raised his right fist like a hammer.The golden aura on his body rises again and turns into a dragon shape.

It's just that this time there are more dragon shapes.

Because, this is Han Tian's second punch, sweeping everything like a golden storm.This is where the power of the Holy Dragon Golden Dragon Fist lies.

With each punch, its power multiplies.As for the Holy Dragon Golden Dragon Fist, which has been cultivated to the highest level, the founder of Shenglun back then could only throw thirteen punches at most.

Thirteen punches, that is the limit of Dzogchen in the late stage of Soul Transformation.

Han Tian's second punch.

Boom—click—

Oolong collided with Jinlong.

There are layers of sound waves, bursts of aura.

The two forces collided and shattered.In the night, the light was like chaotic snakes, some of them wandered away and dissipated, and some of them went straight to Mu Jinghong like a snake-turning sword.

It turned out that Han Tian's punch not only directly knocked away Mu Jinghong's bounced punch, but also left with his sword.

"Wind Wheel, really does not disappoint!" Mu Jinghong smiled coldly.

"Kill without mercy!"

Han Tian still remembered the elder brother's words that day.

The second punch of the Holy Wheel Golden Dragon Fist!

If this punch is real, it can directly destroy the monk who established the foundation and the Dzogchen, that is, Mu Jinghong's level.It's just that Mu Jinghong is not an ordinary Foundation Establishment Dzogchen.

Otherwise, how dare she enter Fenglun Mountain at night again.

This time, Mu Jinghong didn't cast the black hole spell again, but folded his palms together and swung towards the sky.At that moment, Mu Jinghong's figure was infinitely graceful.

In an instant, she turned her hands over and over.

Looking at the top of her head again, a white light group appeared directly.Then, the light group spread instantly, like a nebula canopy, hanging down thousands of fairy curtains.

It's just that the fairy curtain of the canopy keeps turning.

"Tianlun Immortal Curtain!" Mu Jinghong shouted lightly.That is a defensive technique, a secret technique belonging to the Tianlun lineage.

boom--

Chi Chi Chi Chi Chi Chi Chi Chi Chi Chi Chi Chi Chi Chi

Han Tian's fist blasted directly on the Tianlun Immortal Curtain first, stirring up thousands of waves of air.However, Mu Jinghong remained motionless in the fairy curtain.

Theoretically, Han Tian's boxing style is better than a wave.However, the fairy curtain kept turning that day, and it turned Han Tian's fist force away.

If viewed from a distance, it looks like a girl in a black dress, holding a white canopy with long tassels hanging down.Opposite her was a giant in blue, with golden light all over his body, creating a long golden river.

But the girl in the black dress stood alone in the golden torrent, dividing it and making it fade away.

One is like the Yangtze River, surging continuously; the other is like an eternal rock, never moving.

Mu Jinghong was indifferent and cold.

Han Tian was dumbfounded and stunned.

Outside Fenglun Mountain, streaks of white or golden smoke curled up in the night.

Although Han Tian is a little stupid, he still knows his own strength.Even if Mu Jinghong had completed the Foundation Establishment, he shouldn't have received his second punch so easily.

You know, Mu Jinghong has been defending, not attacking.

"Han Tian, ​​can you still hit the third punch?" Mu Jinghong asked lightly.She would like to see what kind of combat power the eighth son of Fenglun has.

At this time, Han Tian stared like a cow, and the blood in his eyes became even more intense.

"Hu-hu-"

Han Tian took a deep breath, opened his right fist gently, and then slowly closed it.A golden light lingered on his fist.

Of course Han Tian could punch the third punch.

Han Tian tilted his neck, with dull and blood-red eyes in his eyes, and then said vaguely: "You really want to die!"

With one punch the mountain collapses, with two punches the waterfall goes backwards, and with three punches the Nascent Soul is destroyed!

That is by no means false.At this time, although Han Tian was limited by his realm, his third punch could not destroy Yuan Ying, but the power of the third punch would double.

Mu Jinghong blocked the second punch, but he may not be able to block the third punch.After all, Mu Jinghong's realm is only foundation building Dzogchen.

Han Tian was a little dazed, but still hesitated for a while.However, it was only half a breath, the order of the seventh senior sister was very clear, those who approached the ninth peak of the younger brother will be killed.

Looking at Han Tian's right hand again, he gently raised it again, very slowly.

At that moment, it was like his fist, like a thousand weights.The golden light turned into arcs of electric arcs, traveling on the fist, making chi chi noises.

Han Tian's eyes turned redder, and his cheeks tightened.The tall body seems to be exercising strength.A golden flame burned on his body.

In the later stage of foundation establishment, Han Tian seemed to want to condense all his strength on this third punch.

Mu Jinghong narrowed his eyes slightly.

This Han Tian definitely has the strength to fight against pills, and the Fenglun lineage has been hiding their strength.

"Roar--"

At this time, Han Tian rushed towards Mu Jinghong suddenly, and his whole body turned into a golden giant with a long tail of tens of feet.And his right fist is the heaven-shattering axe.

Han Tian's fist broke through the void, and then rushed to Mu Jinghong.

At this time, Mu Jinghong was still under the protection of Tianlun Immortal Curtain.However, Han Tian's punch was not dissipated by the white fairy curtain.

Boom—click—

As soon as the fist wind reached, the white fairy curtain collapsed in an instant, without the defensive ability just now.

A strange color flashed in Mu Jinghong's eyes.

The Taoism just now is the secret skill of Tianlun, and there are only seven or eight people in the entire Tianlun lineage who can perform that Taoism.That is a first-class defensive fairy art.

However, Han Tian broke it with a punch.

Mu Jinghong thought inwardly: "It seems that with my current state of foundation building and great consummation, I can't stop Han Tian's Golden Dragon Fist with my skills. Unless——"

However, it's not there yet.

Following the disintegration of the Heavenly Wheel Immortal Curtain, Mu Jinghong flew into the air like a black bird.In the golden light, Mu Jinghong raised one hand, and a red shield appeared instantly.

On the red shield was the hideous face of a monster.The sky was full of red light, and there was a faint breath of Nascent Soul.Mu Jinghong actually sacrificed a Nascent Soul-level magic weapon.

Boom-boom-

The red shield became more than ten feet high, directly blocking Mu Jinghong's front.Han Tian's third punch finally hit the red shield firmly.

Roar--

Han Tian roared, his hair flying in anger.

On the red shield, shocking blood arose.The shield was abruptly withdrawn by Han Tian for tens of feet in the void, and even Mu Jinghong retreated, but finally blocked his third punch.

At this time, Han Tian's right fist was dripping with blood.Using his fist to forcibly shake the Yuanying-level magic weapon, Han Tian is estimated to be the No. 1 of the Wulun sect.

Cultivators with strong physical strength are definitely rare in the practice world.

Han Tian's third punch, if Mu Jinghong didn't have the Nascent Soul-level defensive magic weapon, with her own magic power, she would definitely not be able to catch it.

Of course, Mu Jinghong never fought back.In fact, she can completely suppress Han Tian with her exquisite skills.However, she didn't want to.

"Fenglun, it's really good!" Mu Jinghong looked at Han Tian calmly, "But, can you still throw a fourth punch? Or, it's up to me to do it."

In the Holy Wheel Golden Dragon Fist, the power of each punch is doubled, but the power that needs to be mobilized is also doubled.

Soul Transformation Dzogchen can only punch thirteen punches.

With Han Tian's state in the late stage of foundation establishment, he can throw three punches, which is already very powerful.However, based on Mu Jinghong's calculations, Han Tian should still be able to throw a punch.

Four punches is Han Tian's limit!
"Huh?" At this moment, Han Tian's body shook slightly.

There seemed to be a look of indescribability in his dumb eyes.His right fist began to crack, and at the same time, his teeth were clenched.

There is indeed something wrong with Han Tian's mind.So, he's not going to turn the corner and is ready for the fourth punch.

However, at this moment, a pleasant voice came from the void: "Senior Sister Mu, why do you bully our old eighth's brain? Haven't you tried enough?"

(End of this chapter)