Looking at Chen Pan, who was expressionless and as if he had entered a state of sacred wandering, the Elf King felt uneasy and felt a dangerous aura. Although this aura came inexplicably, it really existed.

"I don't believe that the main world can be so strong. Can a Hunyuan King really kill the Supreme?" The elf king shouted. Unfortunately, he had not seen the battle between the Sword Saint and the Sword Saint, otherwise he would not have said such words.

Although it was the result of burning the origin of life, and even with the help of the evil spirit of the crypt, killing means killing. Even if it dies together, to a certain extent, the King of Hunyuan killed the Supreme, but just died together.

The elf king was extremely furious, but in fact he was a little powerless. The other party's Taoist heart seemed to have been fulfilled. What's more important is that the mental power of the Hunyuan King was even better than himself. The most effective mental power attack of the dream Taoist pattern was extremely small on the person in front of him. And the energy of heaven and earth energy activated by magic elements and supreme realm cannot break the Tai Chi diagram at all.

More importantly, the other party's recovery ability is not inferior to that of the Supreme. Such a terrible injury can recover in a moment, and I'm afraid it won't be possible if I have changed myself.

The Elf King didn't think Chen Pan could kill him, but it seemed impossible for him to kill the other party himself.

Chen Pan had no idea what the Elf King was thinking at the moment, and would not care about it. He only had fists in his heart at this moment, except for Dragon Fist and Wuji, there were countless inexplicable fists.

It can be said that all the fists he had seen in this life or even in his previous life were just ordinary mortals fighting each other. At this moment, he was constantly practicing in his heart.

Countless boxing techniques and countless figures. If it weren't for his terrifying mental power, his entire head would probably explode.

When the figures are too numerous to count, the increase trend finally stops and begins to decrease rapidly.

To decrease is not simply disappearing, but fusion. Various boxing techniques, want to integrate and remove the drought and retain the essence.

Chen Pan's punch not only combines Dragon Fist and Wuji, but also integrates all the boxing skills he has seen.

There are clouds in the sword path, and thousands of swords return to the sect. When sword skills reach the extreme, any sword skills no longer exist, only one sword. It is both an attack and a defense.

The same is true for boxing. When the realm reaches its extreme, one punch can attack or defend. All the mysteries are in one punch.

The figure in his heart decreased rapidly, and when only three figures were left, Chen Pan entered a mysterious state.

Three figures, one is a dragon fist, one is Wuji, and one is a combination of countless other boxing techniques, which can be called a miscellaneous fist.

The three figures slowly approached, and the three boxing intentions slowly merged.

Countless power patterns appeared on Chen Pan, like dragons. They were extremely terrifying.

At this moment, the Elf King was also shocked. Such a complete power pattern could almost match the Power Lord in the Power God Realm. Could it be that the person in front of him was about to succeed and use his own tempering to enter the supreme realm?

He was angry and shocked, this was a shame. The Supreme Lord became a whetstone. The Elf King wished he could crush Chen Pan inch by inch, but he could only long in his heart and had no choice but to do anything to the other party.

When the three figures were completely united, a strange feeling exploded in Chen Pan's mind. In an instant, it seemed like he saw a different world. All the true energy in his body was mobilized, and every meridian entered an extremely vigorous state.

At this moment, Chen Pan was like a machine with an output efficiency of 99.999%, and it was just a short time before it could achieve perfection.

In an instant, the familiar feeling came back, and the buried things in the depths of memory were completely guided out.

That was the memory of the Dragon Fist during the Golden Immortal Tribulation. Chen Pan once used the perfect Dragon Fist. At this moment, everything was drawn out.

The three figures are combined into one, one punch, one punch, it seems slow and fast, full of endless mystery.

When the Elf King punched again, a divine light appeared in Chen Pan's eyes, and the main spiritual consciousness returned to his position, and he regained the master of his body.

"Come out!" Chen Pan fisted and rushed forward with a loud roar.

At this moment, the terrifying true energy was running wildly in his body, causing his body to reach a limit. There were waves of thunderous roars between his bones and flesh, and golden light suddenly appeared.

In an instant, it seemed as if there was a voice roaring and shouting in my heart. There was also a broken sound that permeated all the spiritual consciousness.

It was a feeling of being oppressed for a long time and suddenly being liberated.

Longing for rebirth and for freedom.

The Dragon Fist is like a life with wisdom roaring in Chen Pan's heart. It wants to break free from all constraints, it wants to break out of its cocoon and become a butterfly, and it wants to enter a perfect state.

A little golden light appeared in Chen Pan's fist, like a golden egg.

In an instant, the golden egg expanded rapidly and quickly shattered, and a terrifying aura gushed out.

"Ao!" A huge dragon roar resounded throughout the world, and the galaxy lost its color. For a moment, it seemed that the entire universe was trembling, and there was even a thunder sensation, as if it directly alarmed the Great Way of Heaven and Earth, and wanted to descend the heavenly tribulation.

Accompanied by the dragon roar, a huge golden dragon, like a real flesh and blood body, rather than energy condensation.

In the eyes of Jinlong, there was a momentum of coveting the world.

At this moment, the Elf King was shocked. While attacking, he instinctively activated his defensive skills. There was no doubt that he was afraid.

However, this fear was not an unfair worry. The golden dragon, with its teeth and claws, shattered its magical elements and terrible energy directly shattered, and even killed him with lightning speed.

"No!" The Elf King shouted instinctively, as if he had seen himself torn apart by the golden dragon.

Boom, a earth-shaking loud noise, as if the energy of the whole world was gathered and then detonated.

The terrifying wave of air actually drove Chen Pan out of countless galaxies.

A huge hole appeared in the universe, which was true annihilation and nothingness, not the so-called vacuum. The power of the perfect dragon fist actually reached this level.

Dead? The first thought flashed through Chen Pan's mind was that he could hear the abominable laughter of the Elf King before he could verify it.

"Haha, useless, useless, you are only in the Hunyuan realm, no matter how strong it is. You cannot break the suppression of Taoist patterns, you cannot hurt me." The figure of the elf king walked out of the annihilated hole, and it was completely unscathed.

The greatest advantage of the Supreme over the King of Hunyuan is irreparable. Even if it is like the Yuanshen Dao Sword, there is no way to use this power of the Dao pattern suppression.

This time, there was nothing to do, Chen Pan was disgusted.

Suddenly, a cold voice sounded: "Does it be enough to hurt you just by breaking it?"

A light green figure appeared, as cold as frost, like a fairy in the Nine Heavens who was not stained with the mortal world. Who would he be if he were not Ji Xuefu?
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