Wang Shengren never thought that the Thunder power that Shen Xiang had released would actually be so terrifying. That kind of berserk and destructive energy was comparable to that kind of Dragon Power.
His arms shook and crossed over his chest. A circular array that looked like it was carved from gold suddenly appeared and slowly rotated. On top of it were profound Spirit grain s, and this was another Devil-suppressing qi array. Furthermore, it was extremely large, like a gigantic golden shield blocking in front of Wang Shengren.
As Wang Shengren poured in a large amount of Devil-suppressing qi, the Devil-suppressing qi array emitted an even more intense golden light, making it look incomparably divine.
Shen Xiang was attracted by the strangeness of the Devil-suppressing qi array. He never thought that after using it, it would actually look like a real thing.
The berserk dragon whose entire body was flashing with purple lightning crashed head-on into the golden formation shield, but Wang Shengren stood there without moving an inch. It could be seen how strong his defense was.
The power of Shen Xiang's Berserk Dragon Fist had also disappeared. Just as Wang Shengren heaved a sigh of relief, he saw that the entire martial arena was enveloped by a purple flash. Once again, bursts of purple lightning appeared on Shen Xiang's fist.
And this time, it was two fists!
"Let's see how long you can block!" Shen Xiang laughed out wildly, both of his fists struck out at the same time, in that moment, two purple lightning dragons that were even larger and more berserk than before, flew out from Shen Xiang's fists with an overflowing aura.
The entire martial arena reverberated with the roars of the two berserk lightning dragons. The sound shook everyone to the point that they were on the verge of collapse. Other than the majestic dragon roars, there was no other sound in their ears.
At this time, the Contest Ring was like a surging ocean, and the reason why this ocean was surging and churning was because of these two dragons.
Wang Shengren felt as if he was standing on top of a small boat. In front of these two berserk dragons that could stir up the ocean until it was unrecognizable, he felt extremely powerless.
At the same time, the two purple lightning dragons collided with the golden shield array that had suddenly become larger. This time, Wang Shengren retreated a little, and the Devil-suppressing qi array's power had also weakened a lot.
"It's not over yet!" Shen Xiang's fists were waving madly as if his life depended on it. It was so fast that one would think that he had dozens of arms.
The most shocking thing was that each of his punches would release a purple lightning dragon with a monstrous aura!
Berserk Dragon Fist was an extremely berserk martial skill within the [Azure Dragon Divine Exercise]. Only when the power of thunder and lightning had reached a certain level could it be used.
Dozens of Tyrant Dragon Fists were thrown out, dozens of purple lightning tyrant dragons shot out waves after waves of purple light, covering the sky and covering the earth as they rushed towards Wang Shengren. This incomparably berserk Thunder power had already made many warriors who cultivated in the Thunder power feel inferior, and even the Nirvana Stage warriors were shocked.
They also guessed that Shen Xiang must have a Thunder Soul. Otherwise, with his current strength, it was impossible for him to reach such a terrifying realm.
"You want me to use my dragon power on you? You are not worthy, I can use the power of thunder and lightning to destroy you! "
Shen Xiang laughed out loud, the sleeves on his arms had already been shattered by the berserk lightning, and now, his fists were still continuously smashing through the air, countless purple lightning tyrant dragons continuously attacking Wang Shengren's golden shield.
Wang Shengren felt extremely humiliated. Previously, when Shen Xiang and Tie Ming were competing, Shen Xiang had used the Dragon Power, but he did not. It was clear that he was telling him that he was not even comparable to Tie Ming.
"Don't be arrogant, the consequences of underestimating me are very serious." Wang Shengren suddenly roared, and a very tall golden statue suddenly appeared behind him. The face of the statue could not be seen, but it made people feel as if they were looking up at a god.
"Devil-suppressing fist!"
The tall golden statue behind Wang Shengren suddenly waved its gigantic arm and punched towards Shen Xiang. Just as Shen Xiang wanted to dodge, the extraordinarily fast fist had already landed on his body. In that instant, he felt as if his body had been "plowed" by countless fists.
Even though he had the Devil-suppressing Golden Body and the profoundwu diamond armour, he still felt that his body was in extreme pain.
Seeing that Shen Xiang was beaten until the corner of his mouth was bleeding, Wang Shengren laughed proudly: "I'll let you be arrogant!"
As Wang Shengren walked, the tall golden statue behind him also followed him. No matter what Wang Shengren did, the tall golden statue would do the exact same thing as him.
The golden statue was very tall, over ten meters tall, like a giant. Following Wang Shengren's attack, the golden statue continued to attack Shen Xiang, and the gigantic fist was actually formed from countless small fists.
This was the higher level of Devil-suppressing fist! This made Shen Xiang extremely excited. If he could also master it, then he would definitely be even more powerful.
"Let's see how long you can last. You didn't use such a powerful move in the beginning, so it must have consumed a lot of your energy, right?" Shen Xiang wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth and smiled faintly.
"It's enough to defeat you." Wang Shengren was suddenly shocked, because Shen Xiang actually did not dodge the Devil-suppressing fist released by the golden statue. Instead, he stood there, clenching his fists tightly.
"You're asking for trouble!"
The golden statue's gigantic fist smashed down fiercely from above, like a meteor burning with golden flames.
Everyone immediately cried out in alarm, because Shen Xiang's body did not have any protective power, causing everyone to think that Shen Xiang did not have the strength to resist.
After that punch landed, Shen Xiang spat out a mouthful of blood, but his feet did not move even half a step. His waist was also straight, as steady as a mountain.
"Impossible!" Wang Shengren did not dare believe it. With a roar, the gigantic golden illusory image smashed its fists down crazily. Every time it smashed down, the ground would shake violently, and many people would be jolted up.
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