The Unrivaled Divine Emperor

When Yan Hong moved, it was as if the gods were angry and thunder and lightning were set off.

The space was shaken, and a violent gust of wind suddenly emerged, sweeping towards Chen Fan, as if to tear Chen Fan into pieces.

Yan Hong's body contained a strong power.

Every move was combined with the power of the sky in the vastness, as if it could turn into lightning and thunder at any time and place, completely annihilating people.

In just one move, it can be seen that Yan Hong's terrifying strength is worthy of being one of the four most likely to win the championship.

"It's over. Facing me, even if you are the biggest dark horse in this martial arts competition, it will be useless and you will lose!"

Above Chen Fan's head, Yan Hong's figure appeared, his eyes were cold and his tone was light.

With a wave of his hand, the waves rolled in an instant, as if the entire sea had poured into the battlefield, and the air around him bound people's figures like flowing water.

A huge hand appeared above Chen Fan's head, and it seemed that the sky was about to be grabbed down.

Zhenhai Great Handprint!

It is rumored that if the Zhenhai Great Handprint is successfully cultivated, it can suppress all ocean storms and deep-sea trolls.

Because when practicing this great handprint, one needs to stand in the ocean storm, absorb the power of the storm, and exercise Yuanli day and night.

Over time, the whole person communicates with the ocean, and the endless ocean power penetrates into his body, thus refining this rare great handprint.

With a palm strike, the ocean storms followed one after another, which was known for its magnificent and vastness.

Chen Fan felt a terrible pressure all of a sudden, and secretly said in his heart that he underestimated the chief among the core disciples of the four major sects.

These people are all geniuses picked from thousands of miles away, each with their own adventures and opportunities, with unique skills and boundless strength.

This palm alone gave Chen Fan the feeling of facing the attack of the ancient piranha king in the ethereal realm, which was powerful and terrifying.

The Zhenhai handprint broke the sky, making him seem to be submerged in a vast ocean, with no room for recovery.

"Hundred strikes of prairie fire!"

Without even thinking about it, Chen Fan used his ultimate killing technique.

Boom!

Flames and spears pierced through the void, shaking the sky, as if to shatter the shrouded 'sky curtain' with one blow.

Pop, pop, pop...

In an instant, the two's attacks collided violently, making a continuous explosion sound, and the strong wind was stirring everywhere, sweeping out, turning into a tornado, covering the sky.

Ding, ding, dang...

Chen Fan held the iron spear in his hand and stabbed the handprint thoroughly. The palm and spear intersected, changing unpredictably. Every time they collided, the palm and spear collided with fierce flames.

This was a competition of the two's Yuanli, physical body, and even the will to live.

"Dinghai Finger."

Suddenly, the big handprint disappeared, replaced by a finger.

One of Yan Hong's fingers flickered and changed, like a Dinghai magic needle, resisting the tip of Chen Fan's spear.

Immediately, the "Hundred Strikes of the Liaoyuan" performed by Chen Fan was smashed by this finger, revealing the body of the iron spear, an ancient black spear with a lotus-shaped tip, emitting bursts of hot breath, as if to burn and melt the world.

Ding!

Yan Hong flicked his finger and flicked it on Chen Fan's iron spear with the power of Dinghai, saying indifferently: "Not bad, you can resist my Zhenhai Great Handprint and let me perform Dinghai Finger. Your strength is very good. No wonder you can get to this point."

"However, although your strength has been recognized by me, that's all. You can never be my opponent, so take the initiative to admit defeat, so as to save yourself some dignity."

"I'm sorry to disappoint you."

Chen Fan suddenly shook his arm, and the iron spear came out like a spirit snake, strangling everything.

It was still "Hundred Strikes of the Liaoyuan".

But this time it was different from before.

This time, it was performed with mysterious changes and the mystery of the peerless stab, and its power was even higher.

During Chen Fan's trip to the Great Chu Empire, he never stopped practicing, constantly comprehending "Liaoyuan Hundred Strikes", and verified it with his own "Peerless Sting", greatly improving the power of "Liaoyuan Hundred Strikes".

This time, it was performed, it was simply to make the mountains and rivers roll back, the sun and the moon lose their color, and the gods and demons retreat.

"Good spearmanship!"

As soon as this spearmanship was performed, many people who paid attention to this battle, including those strong men in the Condensation Dan Realm, couldn't help but admire it. This was indeed a top-level battle.

Feng Yunzi, Chen Muyang, and some masters who made a bet with Wei Buyu, all looked gloomy.

Because they felt that Chen Fan was really a freak and couldn't be looked at with ordinary eyes.

Yan Hong, one of the four most powerful people.

In this match, these people thought that Chen Fan would stop. In the two previous fights, Yan Hong had the upper hand.

But now Chen Fan's moves changed, and the power of "Hundred Strike of the Liaoyuan" increased exponentially in an instant, which was unexpected and unimaginable.

If Yan Hong was defeated by Chen Fan, then Chen Fan's entry into the top three of the conference would be basically a foregone conclusion, and they would have to pay a heavy price.

"What?"

This change was also beyond Yan Hong's expectations.

In an instant, he felt that the aura around him was locked, and the whole person was trapped in an extremely mysterious aura, unable to extricate himself.

In the void, it seemed that ghosts and gods were crying and wailing.

It was as if they were wailing in pain because they could not take this blow and were about to fall, begging Chen Fan to spare their lives.

Yan Hong's face changed completely, and his body retreated again and again. Suddenly, his whole body exploded and his energy splashed.

"Seven Styles of Sea God! Zhenhai Style, Dinghai Style, Pinghai Style, Jinghai Style, Chaohai Style, Divide Sea Style, No Sea Style!"

Seven moves in a row, suddenly seven oceans appeared around Yan Hong.

His whole body was hidden in seven vast oceans. To attack him, the seven oceans must be broken first.

However, Chen Fan's attack was unstoppable.

The terrifying power burst out, and the sound of bangs and bangs appeared, and the vast oceans were blown to pieces.

"How is it possible?"

Yan Hong simply couldn't suppress his shock and fear. His most powerful power was easily shattered by Chen Fan, which was amazing.

Chen Fan didn't care about that, and he moved forward with great strides.

His arms were like steel and iron, and the power in his body was surging and flowing wildly, endlessly. With a whoosh, the space was shrill, and a peerless stab went straight to Yan Hong's throat.

Yan Hong's body was immediately filled with water waves, turning into 72 streams of water to block this terrifying stab.

This is the magic weapon 'Xuanshui Tianhe', which can be gathered or dispersed.

It contains 72 formations, which are unbreakable when they change. Any qigong that hits it will be drained of all its energy.

However, Chen Fan's shot was the purest burst of power, breaking all the methods with one force.

With a bang, the 72 streams of water exploded instantly and turned into the magic weapon 'Xuanshui Tianhe' again.

With a bang, this magic weapon hit Yan Hong's chest, and immediately Yan Hong flew out like a kite with a broken string, spitting blood in the air.

Chen Fan snapped his fingers and a burst of force shot out, directly shattering Yan Hong's token.

Yan Hong, defeated!