Chapter 910：

Ye Fan nodded secretly.

It's still the last thunderstorm.

He stared into the sky.

Rumbling--

The thunder rang out, and the fried eardrums were humming.

The Jieyun within a radius of twenty miles was stained with a layer of khaki.

Immediately after,

A rumbling sound!

This last earth journey and heavenly calamity, unexpectedly gathered into a majestic two-hundred-meter high mountain.

This mountain is different from the Xiaozishan that Zhu Weifaxiang condensed just now.

This mountain is very lifelike.

Powerful and condensed!

It seemed that Jie Yun had moved a two-hundred-meter high mountain over.

The mountains are covered with towering old trees.

The leaves are lush and verdant.

Between the forest and trees, there are little beasts galloping and jumping.

A mountain stream meandered down from the top of the mountain. Next to the stream, a hungry tiger was striding out, following the stream to devour blood.

The hungry tiger came all the way, exuding a ferocious aura, and immediately disturbed the surrounding mountains and forests chattering, fluttering out a large swarm of birds and birds!

When Ye Fan saw this extremely lifelike two-hundred-meter high mountain, he immediately knew that this last wave of nine thunder tribulations seemed to be condensed into mountain souls with thunder spirits!

With the mountain soul, this high mountain formed by the origin of thunder tribulation can be so lifelike, as if it were real.

This majestic mountain, drilled out of the clouds, immediately crushed the void, and fell down towards Ye Fan!

Wherever the road passed, the air was squeezed and exploded, and three circles of earth-yellow void ripples were washed away!

Outrageously attacked in front of Ye Fan!

The lofty mountain, descending from the sky, wants to suppress Ye Fan and Zhu Weifa to become flesh and blood on the spot!

The heavy and heavy power was pressed down, causing Ye Fan's gaze to narrow slightly.

His heart moved.

Huh--

Ye Fan and Zhu Weifa shot out, not retreating but advancing!

If you want to use the mountains to press me down, then see if your thunder calamity is hard, or my fists are hard!

Ye Fan went straight into the sky.

Eighteen punches were thrown with both hands.

Zhu Weifaxiang also punched eighteen giant punches.

A series of pale killing and cutting gang gas, quickly condensed into two acres of huge fist gang!

Severely blasted down on the high mountains of Thunder Tribulation.

Boom boom boom -

The deafening sound of mountain explosions kept ringing.

The towering trees on the high mountains of the two hundred meters thunder tribulation were smashed into pieces on the spot!

After the eighteen punches, all the trees on the huge mountain were turned into sawdust powder.

All the little beasts and hungry tigers, even the flying birds, were all shattered into dregs!

Eighteen deep pits and large holes appeared on the extremely solid mountain.

But the two-hundred-meter high mountain did not break apart, still with a heavy and majestic aura, pressing down towards Ye Fan and Zhu Weizhong!

Ye Fan's heart is cruel.

In his eyes, there was a cold and evil spirit like a sword like a sword, gushing out!

Ye Fan stepped back to avoid the pressure of thunder and robbery mountains, while constantly waving his fists, shooting out afterimages!

The strong and surging killing and cutting aura sent a large wave of twisted and wrinkled void ripples into the void in front of you!

Zhu Wei Faxiang, who was two hundred meters high behind him, also blasted out with both hands!

Killing Fist Gang ran through the sky, booming, violently hitting the Thunder Tribulation Mountain.

Zhu Weifaxiang's fists were shattered by the force of the counter-shock, and the red blood was flowing out, even revealing the deep bones!

The violent pain also spread to Ye Fan.

But Ye Fan didn't seem to be aware of it, and didn't even say a word.

There is only this thunder tribulation mountain in his eyes.

All his beliefs, will, and attacks are all carrying out a thought.

This thunder robbed the mountain and smashed it to pieces!

Eighteen punches are not enough, then twenty-eight punches!

Twenty-eight punches are not enough, then forty-eight punches!

...

Click, click, click——

Zhu Yanfaxiang's hand bones all began to fracture.

The piercing pain also spread to Ye Fan.

He has hit one hundred and seven punches!