Chapter 1826: The Wind and the Dust Fight Futian (2)

"boom!"

"Buzz!"

The two punches that contained the amount of violent violent hit again, with a bang, shaking the earth, and the violent energy ripples unscrupulously rolled.

"How is it possible! How can he have such power? Is it possible that he has the ability to ignore attacks?" Futian's expression became stiff again.

After a hard touch again, and under the increased strength, Feng Wuchen still could not suppress Feng Wuchen, and was still resisted by Feng Wuchen.

Even if Feng Wuchen couldn't be suppressed, Futian found that the stinging pain from his arm became stronger this time.

You must know that Futian's combat power is above Feng Wuchen, and it can't be suppressed, but there is a tingling pain in his arm, which makes no sense.

"Can you improve it any more?" Feng Wuchen grinned sneer.

Futian's stiff face became gloomy again, his eyes flashed with viciousness, and he immediately launched a crazy and fierce offensive.

"Boom boom boom!"

"Buzz!"

The fierce hand-to-hand combat unfolded, the explosion of the collision was deafening, and the energy ripples were like raging waves rolling, one after another, the offensive of Futian, like a violent storm, the tricks were fatal and extremely powerful.

Of course, all the offensives were taken over by Feng Wuchen, and Feng Qingyun did not pose any threat to Feng Wuchen.

"Shao Chen's strength is too strong! Futian is simply unable to suppress!"

"I have never seen such a wonderful battle. The dust-less attack was done in one go, and it was very beautiful."

"The first genius of the Star Soul Realm is nothing more than that, not as good as the dust of the three-star god!"

The fierce battle shocked and excited everyone in Wushuang Temple.

The most shocking were Duan Muxuan and Xiaoyao Aotian. This was the first time they saw Feng Wuchen's true power. Their cultivation base was similar to Feng Wuchen, but Feng Wuchen's combat effectiveness far exceeded them.

However, they only saw the surface.

Futian's combat effectiveness is higher than Feng Wuchen, regardless of Feng Wuchen without pressure, but in fact it is also relying on a strong body to resist.

"Damn! What the **** is going on? This kid is just a three-star god, and his strength can't compete with me!" Futian became more furious as he hits, his anger was held in his chest, but he couldn't vent it.

In just a few minutes of hand-to-hand combat, Futian felt the tingling from his fists and feet getting stronger and stronger, and he felt weak.

"Why can he ignore my power? My **** is more domineering than ordinary people, it is impossible to fight him!" The more Futian thought about it, the more anger, and even a kind of panic.

Futian can't let this panic appear!

Because he can't lose!

If you lose, you have to break an arm!

As the fighting time passed, the tingling sensation in the hands and feet became stronger, and Futian gradually fell into a disadvantage.

"what!"

The aggrieved Futian roared fiercely, and his terrifying vigor was like a violent storm, which forced Feng Wuchen back.

Feng Wuchen sneered, his mind moved and moved and displayed it instantly.

"call out!"

In an instant, Feng Wuchen had appeared in the space on the left of Futian, and his fist had already condensed an overbearing force, very abrupt.

"What?" Futian's expression changed drastically, and a strong panic surged in his heart.

Feng Wuchen had just retreated, and Futian had not had time to make any movements, Feng Wuchen appeared beside him like a ghost.

Unaware of the appearance of Feng Wuchen, this is the existence that Futian is most afraid of Feng Wuchen.

"boom!"

Feng Wuchen blasted out with a punch, and with a bang, he directly blasted Futian out, like a cannonball.

"What a terrible speed! I didn't even notice it!" Futian was shocked, and at this moment he felt that he had lived on the dog for decades.

"Little dust! Good fight!" The people in the Wushuang Temple suddenly yelled, their faces full of ecstasy and relief.

"The cultivation base of the three-star god, raised to a five-star **** by external force, can actually suppress the Futian who surpassed his cultivation base, this... how is this possible..." Situ Hao and others looked stupid. eye.

"A battle spanning two stars can still have the upper hand..." Duan Muxuan and Xiaoyao Aotian were also stunned on the spot.

Looking at Feng Wuchen's battle, everyone felt a sense of being unable to fight Feng Wuchen.

"No, Chen Shao can resist Futian's power because Chen Shao's physical body is very powerful, otherwise Shao Chen would not be able to cross such a big gap to compete with Futian!" Ye Ming frowned, and he had clearly seen it.

"call out!"

In the next second, Feng Wuchen's figure appeared again, still making Futian unaware.

"Not good!" Futian's face changed again, and his heart jumped wildly.

"boom!"

Feng Wuchen's fierce punch slammed behind Futian, and the overbearing force once again shook him out. Futian's throat was sweet, and a trace of blood overflowed from the corner of his mouth. He was obviously injured.

Sudden attack can be described as Futian overwhelming.

"What kind of body is this?" Futian roared in rage, and his heart was very mad.

"Damn it!" Futian forcibly stabilized his figure, with a hideous face and fierce eyes staring at Feng Wuchen.

"You're the first one to push me to this point!" Fu Tiansen said coldly, spreading a biting murderous aura.

"Really?" Feng Wuchen said blankly.

"Little dust, be careful next, anger has already improved Futian's combat effectiveness a bit." Tiansha's voice transmission reminded.

Feng Wuchen's face became serious, and he dared not relax in the slightest.

"Snapped!"

Futian clasped his hands together, spurred by terrible power, and the surging air waves rolled over one after another, majestic.

"Little dust! Use your magic trick!" Futian shouted angrily, the terrifying power gathered crazily.

"Xianjue! Pluto Heavenly Thunder Palm!"

Fu Tian screamed fiercely, and the palm of the terrifying power flashed bright white light, followed by a fierce palm blast towards Feng Wuchen.

"call out!"

"Buzz!"

Thousands of feet of huge white palm prints shot out, magnificent, and the space violently vibrated wherever they passed, as if they were about to shake the void.

"boom!"

Feng Wuchen stepped on the void, his figure exploded like lightning, the overbearing power of the gods condensed on his fist, golden light flashed, and the mighty power.

"Huh! Looking for death!" Seeing Feng Wuchen rushing forward, Futian said with disdain.

Liu Wuhen said in shock: "Young Chen is planning to defeat Futian's palm print with his bare hands?"

"Don't be so crazy, right?" Everyone's eyes widened, looking at Feng Wuchen nervously.

"Prince Dragon God Fist!"

When Feng Wuchen was finally in the palm of his energy, he banged directly with a punch and brought a breathtaking dragon chant.

"boom!"

"His..."

"Buzz!"

When the shout fell, Feng Wuchen slammed his palm print with a fist, and with a bang, the huge palm print, centered on Feng Wuchen's fist, was torn apart with its teeth and claws, and then shattered.

"This... how is this possible..." Futian was completely dumbfounded, staring at this scene dumbfounded.

"Hi..." Everyone in the Wushuang Temple gasped in shock.