Chapter 1297

"Boom!"

"Boom!"

Almost at the same time, Lin Feng and Lingyan beast burst out with all their strength at the same time.

The surging power, the moment of outbreak, its violent power fluctuation breath, will completely fill the world.

"Roar!"

It seems to be a spirit burning beast who wants to win the battle quickly with an overwhelming advantage, so that his life can be saved. In the roar, Lingyan beast also mobilized part of the power of Lingyan sea, and then directly waved its long arm and hit Lin Feng with a fist.

Under the tens of meters long arm, there are dozens of square fists. Such a huge fist can be called terrible when the spirit burning beast swings with all its strength.

Just the moment it was waved, the power erupted directly burst one side of the world. The sound of continuous explosion is like thunder, which constantly explodes in the air.

In an instant, within a certain range of the battle, it was filled with this terrible harsh sound.

"Eight wasteland divine fist, the power of tiger roaring."

At the moment when the fist hit, Lin Feng was directly submerged.

However, Lin Feng didn't show the slightest fear in the face of the fist that could completely drown himself. Not only that, but also in an instant, a bright sense of war broke out.

Lin Feng, who was shouting loudly, offered up the eight wasteland divine fist, clenched his right hand and attacked the Lingyan beast, which was greeted by a huge fist of tens of square meters.

"Boom!"

With this punch, Lin Feng exhausted all his strength.

However, if you feel it carefully, you can actually feel the faint gap between them. Although not very obvious, but also looming, but it really exists.

"Bang!"

Whether it's the giant fist from Lingyan beast or the six color fist formed by Lin Feng with the power of flesh and immortal yuan, the speed is extremely fast at the moment of sweeping out.

"Click, click..."

Then there is the second, third,..., tenth,..., twenty second

In a short moment, with the power of flesh and immortal yuan, Lin Feng's six color fist shaped like a real giant fist burst out more cracks.

One after another, crisscross, completely covered the whole six color fist.

"Bang!"

Finally, when the six color fist awn was covered with cracks, to a certain extent, it finally reached the bearing limit of the six color fist awn.

It exploded with a loud noise.

Lingyan beast stood still, but Lin Feng suddenly retreated back with his six colored fist. After retreating hundreds of meters in a row, it was difficult to stop and stabilize the body.

However, although the body shape is stable, the body is shaking uncontrollably.

"Although their own strength is between Bo Zhong and this Lingyan beast, the blessing of Lingyan sea on the strength of Lingyan beast is really too strong."

After a breath, Lin Feng stopped shaking and returned to normal.

His eyes fell on the Lingyan beast, and his eyes narrowed slowly in the whisper of self-talk.

In the first confrontation just now, except for the war skill blessing, he and the Lingyan beast all worked hard. In this case, it is obvious that the Lingyan beast with Lingyan sea blessing should be more powerful.

Unless he can reverse this situation with more powerful fighting skills or anti heaven magic power, it is only a matter of time before he continues to fight and lose the war.

"Immortal, in terms of realm strength, we two are nothing more than between Bozhong."

"The second type, the power of the dragon and elephant."

Lin Feng drank and shot directly.

The second form of eight wasteland divine fist is offered.

"Boom!"

There are eight types of eight wasteland divine fist. One type is more powerful than the other.

The power gap between the first and eighth movements of the eight style divine fist is exactly a gap of several multiples.

Even if Lin Feng now offered only the second form, the power erupted was obviously much stronger than the first form. Even if it doesn't double, it's almost the same.

This time, he clenched his hands and waved at the same time. Two vast six color fists hit, but they made a loud noise like the roar of dragons and elephants in the air. Then he rolled forward with the momentum of thunder.

"Overestimate your strength!"

With a cold smile, the Lingyan beast continued to clench his fist with all his own strength and some of the Lingyan sea's strength, waved a huge fist of tens of square meters with a huge arm, and greeted the six colored fist that broke out when the dragon and elephant roared.

This time, the second confrontation between one person and one beast was still that Lingyan beast won easily.

Even though Lin Feng offered the second move of the eight wasteland divine fist, it was only more than the first time. After holding up for so much time, it broke suddenly, and then the steps retreated hundreds of meters.

As for the spirit burning beast, it still stands in place and doesn't move.

"Come again!"

Between breathing, Lin Feng stabilized his body and shot again with the momentum of thunder.

"The third type is the potential of mountains."

"The fourth formula,..."

“……”

"The eighth move, fist swing eight wasteland."

In this way, fist after fist, until all the eight types of eight wasteland divine fist are sacrificed.

"Boom!"

"Boom!"

"Boom!"

In the face of Lin Feng's more powerful boxing skills, the contempt in the eyes of Lingyan beast gradually dissipated bit by bit and was replaced by thick dignity

"Whoosh, whoosh..."

At the end of the eighth confrontation, Lin Feng's body retreated further away.

Tens of meters, hundreds of meters, hundreds of meters, kilometers.

It was not until he had retreated from a distance of kilometers that he managed to stabilize his body.

"Bang, Bang..."

At the end of this confrontation, even the body of the Big Mac of Lingyan beast withdrew a few steps backward.