The Unrivaled Divine Emperor

"Why, you can't kill?"

Chen Fan looked at the Xuanji Sect disciple who spoke with a half-smile.

The expression of this Xuanji Sect disciple at the eighth level of Yuanfu Realm froze, and then a sharper light burst out from his eyes. He looked at the Yuntian Palace disciple opposite and said, "He Changzai, what do you say?"

He figured it out.

The strength of Chen Fan in front of him was not simple. He could kill an injured eighth-level Yuanfu Realm man with one sword. He probably had the strength of the eighth-level Yuanfu Realm.

Therefore, he planned to bring the people from Yuntian Palace together to prevent them from fighting to the death with Chen Fan and eventually letting Yuntian Palace take advantage of him.

He Changzai, the leading eighth-level disciple of the Yuanfu Realm on the Yuntian Palace side, raised his eyebrows and understood the meaning of the other party's words, and said: "Okay, let's unite to deal with this boy first and see what magical powers he has! "

"Well, let's take action together. Changes will happen later, so as not to attract more people!" said the young man with eyebrows from Xuanji Sect.

"good!"

He Changzai nodded, and the next moment, both sides took action.

"Yanhuang Fist!"

He Changzai shouted loudly, his body rose up from the ground, like a roc spreading its wings, flying into the air, and punched Chen Fan.

Boom!

Hot sparks flew everywhere, and the shadow of the fist burned with blazing flames, burning the surrounding air and causing a dull sound to resound in the space.

"It's urgent!"

The young man with straight eyebrows pointed out, and the light of his fingers was all over the void. The light of his fingers split the air, and the sound of hisses and hisses was continuous.

Puff puff puff puff puff...

The sound of breakdown resounded in the space.

Countless finger lights shot towards Chen Fan, blocking all directions, like arrows, trying to pierce Chen Fan into a hornet's nest.

Chen Fan's eyes were sharp, his body moved, his hands clenched, and his Qigong exploded.

With a creak, the Sky-Breaking Spear appeared, and he held it in his hand. His muscles and bones rang together, and the phantom of an ancient savage elephant appeared behind him.

"break!"

Chen Fan shouted loudly, it was like thunder, and the air exploded.

The muscles in his arms were as big as strings, and the rolling force burst out, like a mountain torrent, erupting from the tip of the Sky-breaking Spear in an instant.

There was a roar, as if the mountains and rivers were rolling back, the stars were shaking, and the entire palace could not bear the terrifying power and made a cracking sound.

With one spear, no ghosts or ghosts were left behind. The shadow of Yanhuang Fist was annihilated in an instant, and the finger rays were torn into pieces by the invisible force.

Boom boom boom...

Puff puff puff...

Qi Jin raged, explosions were everywhere in the space, and hurricanes raged.

Wow wow.

He Changzai, Qi Meiyoun and others were directly knocked away by Chen Fan's spear. Blood spurted from their mouths and they could not control themselves.

"How is that possible?"

He Changzai and the others turned pale and couldn't believe it.

Seven or eight of them join forces to attack, even if none of them are in their prime, they can still threaten the existence of the ninth level of Yuanfu Realm.

But with one spear from Chen Fan, their offensive was shattered.

The terrifying power surged in the void and hit them, making them feel as if they were hit by the giant mountain in the sky.

"Isn't he a genius on the list of celebrities?"

"Impossible, I know all the geniuses on the list, there is absolutely no one like him!"

"..."

He Changzai and the Qi-mei young man were in a state of shock and could not control themselves.

"Walk!"

He Changzai and the young man with eyebrows knew how powerful Chen Fan was, and they also understood that they were no match for Chen Fan, so they immediately retreated.

Chen Fan did not give chase and entered one of the doors.

In the door is a space of less than ten square meters. There is a stone platform in it. On the stone platform is a purple wooden box. Lying quietly in the wooden box is a simple martial arts secret book.

Chen Fan walked over and took the martial arts secret book in his hand.

"Tiangang Death Hand!"

The cover of the secret book had five simple large characters. Chen Fan opened the secret book and his eyes suddenly lit up.

This "Tiangang Jue Ming Shou" turned out to be an inferior martial art at the prefecture level.

"Okay, I happen to lack powerful martial arts. Practicing this "Tiangang Death Hand" can make up for some of my shortcomings in martial arts."

With a smile on his face, Chen Fan put away the martial arts secret book.

After walking out of the space, Chen Fan entered two other doors. Inside were two magic weapons, both of which were at the level of third-level fine products, and were also very precious.

Chen Fan did not leave immediately and started practicing the "Tiangang Death Hand" directly in the palace.

...

In the palace, as Chen Fan's energy surged, a milky white palm appeared.

This palm is very strange. It only has three fingers, which look like bird claws.

On the three fingers, there are twisted runes of Gangqi, forming three words: Jue, Broken, and Destructible!

"Bang!"

Chen Fan waved his hand, and the Gang Qi claws were shot out.

With a roar, it landed on a large iron-wrapped column in the palace, directly leaving a handprint about an inch deep on the column.

However, this result made Chen Fan shake his head.

"Tiangang Jue Ming Shou" is an ancient earth-level inferior martial skill, and its power cannot be just this small.

The palm just now was not even as powerful as the Xuan-level low-level martial arts.

"What went wrong?"

Chen Fan's eyes flashed with confusion on his face.

In martial arts, the power gap between each level increases geometrically.

Even within the Chunqiu Sect, there are not many low-level earth-level martial arts skills. It would be great if many disciples could obtain a high-level mysterious-level martial arts skill.

However, the "Tiangang Jue Ming Shou" he is practicing now, with one move, is not as powerful as the Xuan level martial arts. If this were spread, people would laugh to death.

"Is there something wrong with the Yuanli running circuit?"

Chen Fan picked up the secret book "Tiangang Death Hand", read it carefully, and used it again. It was accurate, but the power did not increase much.

"It's not a problem with the route, so what's the reason?"

Chen Fan was a little troubled.

It was not easy to obtain a powerful martial arts that was inferior to the earth level, but the power obtained from the cultivation was mediocre and disappointing. Of course, it was more unwilling and doubtful.

Chen Fan naturally did not suspect that this martial arts secret book was fake.

Although he didn't know much about the ancient sect's Piaomiao Shrine, he also knew that as a place where his disciples were tested, it was impossible to fool people with fake martial arts skills. This was completely impossible.

"Tiangang Death Hand..."

Chen Fan's eyes kept flashing, his thoughts were racing, and his brain was running hundreds of millions of times every time he blinked, analyzing the reasons for the failure in practicing "Tiangang Jue Ming Shou".

Chen Fan did not give up directly, but continued to use his energy to practice and find problems from the practice.

But one night passed, and there was still no progress at all.

"Tiangang Jueming...Tiangang Jueming..."

Chen Fan muttered words in his mouth and kept thinking. From time to time, a light of wisdom flashed in his eyes.

At a certain moment, Chen Fan's eyes flashed with light, and he muttered to himself: "To be desperate, when you strike, you must have the meaning of desperate. This is the art of mass killing. Only when you kill everything with one palm can it be called desperate." life."

"Yes, it seems that if you want to cultivate this "Tiangang Jueming Hand", you must first understand the artistic conception of Jueming. When taking action, you can integrate the artistic conception of Jueming into the palm of your hand. Only then can it be called Tiangang Jueming. hand!"

Chen Fan laughed and clapped his hands, figuring out the key points.