Chapter 1061
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"This is the most terrifying battle I have ever seen in my life."
"The Alliance Master's strength is comparable to the Demon Monarch's. I'm afraid this battle won't end so easily."
"I heard that the Demon Monarch has an undying body. Can the Alliance Master defeat him?"
The spectators were discussing in horror. They stared at the deathmatch in the sky without blinking in horror.
Feng Wuchen and the Demon Monarch were extremely fast. The naked eye couldn't keep up with them. The spectators could only feel the ferocious clashes and the earth-shattering explosions.
Even Long Tianzhan and Wild Leopard couldn't see their figures.
The speed was too terrifying. It was unknown how many times faster than the speed of sound.
"Boom!"
The intense hand-to-hand combat lasted for a full five minutes. Finally, after a palm strike, both sides retreated.
Such a high-intensity deathmatch would definitely consume a lot of energy. However, Feng Wuchen and the Demon Monarch didn't seem to be panting at all. It was as if they were just warming up.
"Feng Wuchen, this Demon Monarch has an undying body. Even if you exhaust all your energy, you won't be able to do anything to this Demon Monarch," the Demon Monarch said proudly.
"Then I will turn you into ashes!" Feng Wuchen replied coldly.
"That will depend on your ability!" the Demon Monarch said with a sinister smile. A terrifying black energy condensed in his hands.
"Rumble!"
The terrifying energy actually attracted lightning. The sound of thunder echoed throughout the continent. Lightning dragons flickered continuously.
The extremely destructive pressure caused many cultivators to fall. It was as if the gravity had increased by dozens of times in an instant.
"Demonic Art! Limitless Demonic Palm! "
The Demon Monarch clasped his hands together and forcefully compressed the two condensed black energies. He refined an even more terrifying energy. Finally, he shouted and blasted out a palm strike.
"Swish!"
"Buzz!"
The Demon Monarch blasted out a palm strike. A huge black palm print fell from the sky. It was filled with mystery and terror. Its size was already terrifying. The destructive energy was unstoppable.
The Demon Race's Demonic Art was as strong as an Immortal Art. It was definitely not something that could be contended with an Earth Tier or Heaven Tier Martial Skill.
Therefore, the Demon Monarch's palm strike couldn't be underestimated by Feng Wuchen.
"Immortal Art! Primordial Divine Dragon Fist! "
Feng Wuchen activated his Heavenly Dao Divine Power, golden light flashed, and a tyrannical and terrifying power condensed on his fists, attacking the huge black palm print.
"Boom boom boom!"
"Buzz!"
Feng Wuchen's fists blasted out thousands of punches in an instant. Tens of thousands of punches blasted out consecutively. The black palm print that smashed down was actually blocked by Feng Wuchen. It was unable to move forward even half an inch and was even blasted back.
"His power is being devoured. His primordial power is devouring my power!" Feng Wuchen thought. However, he wasn't worried at all.
"I have already seen the Immemorial Dragon God Fist. Even if you are stronger than Long Tianzhan, you can't do anything to me!" The Demon King said disdainfully.
"Oh? Is that so? "Feng Wuchen's expression did not change.
"Boom boom boom!"
"Buzz!"
With Feng Wuchen's frenzied bombardment, cracks started to appear on the huge black palm print. The cracks spread out rapidly, and the void shook and exploded continuously.
"His Divine Power is extremely tyrannical. The Power of Domination can't suppress it at all," the Demon King said with a frown. He was once again amazed by the terror of Divine Power.
"Boom!"
As the cracks spread rapidly, Feng Wuchen suddenly shot up into the sky like a bolt of golden lightning. Terrifying energy condensed on his fists, and his aura was monstrous.
"Boom!"
"Crack!"
Feng Wuchen, who shot up into the sky, seemed to have the momentum of a thunderbolt. The golden light ferociously pierced through the huge black palm print. With a boom, the Demon King's palm print was shattered into pieces.
"Hiss …"
Seeing this terrifying and spectacular scene, everyone couldn't help but gasp. The fear in their hearts was indescribable.
"Dragon God Fist Glove!"
With a thought, Feng Wuchen took out the Divine Weapon, Dragon God Fist Glove.
The moment the Divine Weapon appeared, Feng Wuchen's aura crazily soared and became even more terrifying.
"Level nine Divine Weapon!" The Demon King frowned again and his expression became more serious.
Feng Wuchen's power was extremely tyrannical, and now that he took out the Divine Weapon, the Demon King did not dare to underestimate him.
"Level nine Divine Weapon! Alliance Master has already reached level nine? "Wang Jiuchong's expression changed drastically. He was extremely shocked.
"It's actually a level nine Divine Weapon! How terrifying is its power? "The crowd was terrified.
Teleportation.
With a thought, he used Teleportation again. Feng Wuchen's figure appeared in front of the Demon King in an extremely strange and mysterious way. His fist contained tyrannical and terrifying power and mercilessly smashed toward the Demon King.
"Teleportation!" The Demon King's heart trembled. This power made the Demon King feel a trace of threat.
"Boom!"
"Buzz, buzz!"
Feng Wuchen's fist carried the power to destroy the heavens and earth. The Demon King instinctively blocked with his hands. With a boom, the tyrannical power sent the Demon King flying. The tyrannical power that rolled out created a void in the void.
"Lord Demon King!" The Blood Demon and the three souls were even more panicked. If the Demon King was defeated, none of them would be able to live.
"Lord Demon King actually couldn't block Feng Wuchen's power. What should we do?" A powerful demon from the Demon Race asked in fear.
"Shut up!" Mo Tianyan roared at that person, scaring him into immediately shutting his mouth.
The Demon King, who was in a defensive state, was still sent flying. From this, it could be seen how powerful Feng Wuchen's fist was.
"The combination of Divine Power and Divine Weapon has indeed increased your power by quite a bit. Unfortunately, it still can't hurt this Demon King!" In the distance, the Demon King slowly put down his hands with a trace of an evil smile.
The Demon King's evil smile made people feel extremely uncomfortable.
"You talk a lot of nonsense." Feng Wuchen said coldly. He immediately stretched out his finger and hooked it at the Demon King, provoking him, "Take out your Demonic Weapon and attack me with all your strength. I don't care about your current strength."
Feng Wuchen's provocation was very effective. As the supreme expert of the Demon Race, the Demon King had never met anyone like Feng Wuchen to provoke him so arrogantly. This was an insult to him.
"Isn't this brat a little too arrogant? He actually dares to look down on the Demon King! "The Three-Eyed Demon Ape said in shock.
Wild Leopard said solemnly, "He's not arrogant, but purposely angering the Demon King so that the Demon King will reveal a flaw."
A wave of anger surged out from the Demon King's body, and a biting cold killing intent swept out mercilessly.
"Heavenly Demon Divine Armor!" The Demon King coldly snorted and took out the Demon Race's Divine Armor. The evil aura was soul-stirring, and the Demon King's strength had also increased.
The Divine Armor's defensive power was absolutely terrifying.
"Heavenly Demon God Fall!"
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