Chapter 797: White Feather Fan

Arrogant!

What arrogant words, at least that's what Han Zheng thought. Only ten moves to defeat yourself? This nonsense aroused Han Zheng's anger, which made Han Zheng look at Yang Chen with cold eyes.

"Yang Chen, if you just want to anger me, I have to tell you that you succeeded! Why, do you really think that cracking my Dragon Transformation Finger will make you so proud, that you are so proud that you think you can defeat me? ?" Han Zheng said with murderous intent in his tone. "It seems that I have to use my absolute strength to crush your unfounded self-confidence. Otherwise, your stupidity will really distress me."

However, Yang Chen didn't pay Han Zheng any attention.

When he finished speaking, his fighting spirit rose and his murderous intent was determined!

If you say ten moves, it means ten moves.

"Thunder Style!"

"Transformation liquid fire!"

The two moves came out at the same time, rolling directly towards Han Zheng.

This is the first move!

Seeing these two moves, Han Zheng felt the same killing intent and shouted: "Break it!"

As soon as he finished speaking, Han Zheng was shocked, and the next moment, both of his fists suddenly turned a magnificent purple. This purple fist was wrapped in shadows, getting bigger and bigger.

Han Zheng held these two phantom fists and smashed them out fiercely.

One punch, two punches, ten punches.

Every punch is mixed with very terrifying strength, and every punch will cause endless howling winds. After more than ten punches in a row, it is undeniable that the power contained in this fist is undeniable.

After a dozen punches, Yang Chen's Thunder Style and Transformation Liquid Fire were all broken.

"Purple Shadow Tiangang Fist?" When Yang Chen looked at this boxing technique, he suddenly recalled it.

These boxing techniques are also the techniques and moves he collected back then. Now, are they all used for training by the descendants of the Ling Nu Sect? It seems that Hua Wanru has indeed looted all his former treasures. These techniques are all techniques that he is familiar with.

"It's a pity that I still haven't mastered it yet!" Yang Chen shook his head in his heart.

Han Zheng didn't know what Yang Chen was thinking, but after cracking Yang Chen's method, he laughed smugly and said: "Yang Chen, how about it? Your proud method has no effect on me, and I cracked it easily. You still have What means, ten moves? Humph, Yang Chen, you overestimate yourself, I won’t even use ten moves to defeat you!"

Han Zheng, who had already gained the upper hand, was now greatly confident. When he roared, parallel to the sky, he held the Purple Shadow Tiangang Fist and struck towards Yang Chen.

Yang Chen's expression remained unchanged, looking at the Purple Shadow Tiangang Fist coming towards him, he shouted in a cold voice: "Second move!"

Wow, starry flames just floated in the surrounding environment.

The fluttering of the flame was accompanied by a chill that seemed to make the air temperature drop suddenly. This is Yang Chen's starry fire.

When it was time to use the Star Fire, Yang Chen defended himself in front of him, and then quickly neutralized Han Zheng's Purple Shadow Tiangang Fist.

The corrosive power can transform anything. If Han Zheng mastered the Purple Shadow Tiangang Fist, he would be able to compete with the fire of stars. But obviously, Han Zheng's understanding of Ziying Tiangang Fist is still far behind.

In just an instant, a large number of star fires surged towards Han Zheng!

"Strange fire!" Han Zheng finally saw the horror of the starry fire and recognized that it was a strange fire.

When he saw that this was a strange fire, Han Zheng suddenly lost his composure and punched a few more times in succession. The fist transformed from the purple shadow collided with Yang Chen's starry fire.

But it is a pity that the corrosion of the Starry Fire has spread, making it impossible to exert even a little bit of the power of the Purple Shadow Tiangang Fist!

Han Zheng's expression suddenly changed, and he finally felt the terrifying ability coming from Yang Chen.

The Thunderbolt Style and Transformation Liquid Fire are already good enough. I relied on the top skills such as Ziying Tiangang Fist and also relied on my martial arts strength to be stronger than Yang Chen.

But who would have thought that Yang Chen would have a new method next.

The power of strange fire cannot be underestimated!

Han Zheng gritted his teeth. He originally wanted to kill Yang Chen in a short time, but now it seems that it is impossible to kill Yang Chen. In this case, his three puppets will fail sooner or later. There are three monster beasts at the eighth level of the True Martial Realm. It is not suitable to stay here for a long time.

Without saying a word, Han Zheng suddenly sprouted a pair of wings from his back and was about to leave!

It is not difficult to judge that these wings are a Xuantian spiritual treasure. When placed on Han Zheng's back, they swayed rapidly. In just a blink of an eye, Han Zheng disappeared from the spot with his wings beating.

"Want to leave?" Yang Chen slapped out a fierce palm.

Black Mountain Dark Cloud Palm.

The third move.

Along with the astonishing bloodline suppression, a huge shadow of virtual palm peeled off from Yang Chen's palm, and then grew bigger and bigger. Then, he hit Han Zheng at extremely fast speed.

Not counting these, Starfire came to block him in various ways. It was not easy to escape from his Starfire hands.

Han Zheng also felt that there were star fires blocking his way in all directions. There were such strange fires all over more than ten kilometers in radius. Coupled with the Black Mountain Dark Cloud Palm behind him, Han Zheng's scalp became numb for a while.

He suddenly felt that he didn't know how to deal with it.

Thinking of him being at the sixth level of the True Martial Realm...

To think that the top genius of Ling Nu Sect would be helpless under Yang Chen's methods!

His scalp became numb for a while, and he shouted: "Yang Chen, it's not that easy to kill me!"

Han Zheng waved his hand, and in an instant, a pure white feather fan suddenly appeared in his hand. Han Zheng shook it hard, and in an instant, a strong and inexplicable force came out of the fan.

This power convolved out, and with a bang, the Black Mountain Dark Cloud Palm disappeared in an instant.

Another blow, and the fire of stars that was coming towards the face was blown out in an instant.

"Blowed out my starry fire. This fan... is a mid-level Xuantian treasure? This Han Zheng is really a treasure with endless treasures. First, the wings led him as fast as lightning, and then this feather fan. Hua It seems that there are really a lot of treasures collected over the years." Yang Chen said to himself in a deep voice.

"Young Master, let us take action!" Mange had already solved his puppet opponent.

He couldn't figure it out. He felt that as long as the three monsters took action, they could help Yang Chen defeat his opponent easily. Why is it so troublesome and complicated?

Yang Chen shook his head: "You can just watch from the sidelines. If I say ten moves, then it will be ten moves!"

After the words fell, Yang Chen controlled the fire of stars and surged towards Han Zheng again!

Han Zheng watched the starry fire coming towards him again, and his fear was no longer as it was at the beginning. He said in a cold voice: "Yang Chen, how many times have you used this method before you give up? You haven't noticed that there is a white feather fan like me." Now, does your strange fire have no effect?"