Chapter 147

The eight square meteor can be regarded as the highest level of the pan family's unique skill, Xingyun hand. Only a few of the pan family's masters have really practiced it. Pan Wenlun didn't know how to use Bafang meteor correctly before, but he didn't expect that under the pressure of Ye Xuan just now, this move was successful, so he used this super unique skill that few people can cultivate - Bafang meteor.

The eight party meteor is the most popular attack of Pan Wulun's life. Pan Wenguan is confident that even if he killed the king of fighters, Shen Hongfeng would be able to fight.

Now that ye Xuan is young, pan Wenlun doesn't believe that ye Xuan can match Shen Hongfeng, who was the "king of boxing" 18 years ago.

"Boom!"

A loud bang broke through the sky, the air was blocked by a strong invisible force, and then formed two elliptical gas circles, which quickly erupted upward. The earth under the feet of all the people trembled under the impact of the meteor.

"It's just the nebula hand of the pan family. Do you want to block my Tianxuan magic fist?"

People thought that pan Wenlun and ye Xuan's attack would be comparable. Unexpectedly, ye Xuan suddenly laughed with ridicule and disdain in his eyes.

Pan Wenlun's face turned white in an instant, and he suddenly had an ominous premonition in his heart.

"Whoosh!"

At this time, ye Xuan's Tianxuan fist power suddenly changed into a series of air waves only the size of his fist. However, these air waves were formed by Ye Xuan's fist power, just like a solid production, like a sharp blade splitting pan Wenlun's palm power.

"Poof!"

A light sound was heard, and ye Xuan's Tianxuan fist force rushed forward in the form of destruction. Pan Wenlun's whole palm force was broken in an instant, and turned into a bright star, and then dissipated.

However, ye Xuan's fist strength was indomitable and fell directly on Pan Wenlun's body. It was like a gust of wind, then the clouds and rain stopped, and there was no movement.

All the spectators were shocked and puzzled.

Although pan Wenlun was hit by Ye Xuan's fist strength, his expression remained the same. He stood in the same place rigidly and did not move, just like a sculpture.

However, ye Xuan took back his fist and gently dusted the cigarette in his hand. A few ashes fell to the ground.

Ye Xuan spits out a smoke ring in his mouth, and his eyes become a little bleak. Even if pan Wenlun stands in the same place, ye Xuan does not pursue him again.

"What's going on here?"

Cirendeji and Tianshuo have a strange face. Ye Xuan and pan Wenlun have amazing fighting power. But in a moment, everything disappears.

Dou Tianming and several other high-level practitioners looked at each other not far away. Even they didn't know what the situation was.

"Isn't there a division between the two?"

You Lian Xin Mei's eyes slightly lift, looking at two people's eyes with a trace of doubt, as well as a trace of expectation.

If ye Xuan really wins over pan Wenlun, he will be famous in the field of cultivating immortals in China and become a new talented young immortal.

Youlianxin very much hopes that she can see the rise of a new star in the world.

But now the present situation, it seems that ye Xuan and pan Wenlun did not win, and they did not have the intention to continue to work.

"Is it because after this attack, they feel that they are equally matched, and they are not willing to fight any more?"

The more you think about it, the more likely you feel that it is. Only this explanation can explain the current situation in the field. After all, there has never been another battle between immortal and Zun in the past ten years since Shen Hongfeng challenged the world of cultivating immortals in China.

Besides, if the two immortals want to win or lose, unless there is a big gap between their strength, they will need one side to fight with their lives. And both immortals cherish their lives very much. Unless they have a big hatred of life and death, they will never fight with their lives.

Pan Wenlun's face turned from pale to ruddy again. He even showed a state of emotion and sighed: "What immortal method are you? Why have I never heard of it?"

Ye Xuan takes a puff of his cigarette and throws away the rest.

Ye Xuan slowly spread out his fist, then pointed to his chest and said.

"It's a fairy method I created. It's normal if you haven't heard of it!"

"Self created immortal method?" Pan Wenlun's face showed a wry smile, "unexpected, really unexpected!"

"Most of the powerful immortal Dharma was created by our ancestors through self-awareness and training. In today's world, there are few people who can create their own unique immortal Dharma!"

"The Dragon gang of the dragon family, Xu Zhen of the saber, Yang Yufan of the Yang family, and Shen Hongfeng of the assassin's boxing emperor are all people who have created their own immortal methods and cultivated them to be able to communicate with gods. Among them, even the Dragon gang with the highest talent only understood wisdom at the age of 25 and created his own unique immortal method. You are only 17 or 18 years old now, so you can reach such an amazing level, It's rare in ancient and modern times, shaking the world! "

Pan Wenlun's voice was gentle, as if he was talking to himself, and as if he was feeling for ye Xuan's talent.

"I'm pan Wenlun... Defeated!"

Pan Wenlun was silent for a moment, and finally spit out this sentence that he once said only once in his life. It was 18 years ago when he faced the fight against Shen Hongfeng.

But this time, pan Wenlun was willing to admit defeat in front of a 17-year-old boy.

Pan Wenlun's voice just fell, and then he looked up and fell, eyes wide open!

Xianzun, the Chinese generation, died in the hands of a 17-year-old boy.

Ye Xuan's Tianxuan fist power, like a sword, had penetrated pan Wenlun's body in that instant, and infected his internal organs and bones.

Pan Wenlun's vitality has been strangled by the strength of his fist. It is the best result of Pan Wenlun's decades of hard training that he can insist on saying a few words and then fall down and die.

Pan Wenlun was not so tall. When he fell down, he seemed to collapse like a towering mountain in the hearts of other spectators.

This is an immortal master. He has been famous in China for many years. How could he die like this?

"Xianzun, it seems that's all it is!"

Ye Xuan stood with a negative hand and shook his head slightly. He could not help feeling about it.

Ye xuansu heard that the immortal in the world today is enough to be proud of the world. He is a peerless figure in the cultivation of immortals. Anyone can get a huge shock. However, when he saw an immortal today, he didn't arouse much interest.

It's too weak.