Zulong Wuliang Fist!

A thousand superpositions!

In an instant, without hurting anyone, cracks appeared on Xia Yu's body and blood gushed out.

For the first time, he used a thousand superpositions.

He had calculated that this should be the limit that his body could bear.

As soon as the fist came out, the void in front of Xia Yu was shattered like a mirror.

The void with a radius of ten feet turned into a pitch-black black hole.

As Xia Yu's fist advanced, the black hole became larger and larger.

Countless chaotic energy surged out, causing Xia Yu's long hair to flutter.

Seeing this scene, Tang Wanqing was stunned.

This punch is so strong!

The power of this punch would probably hurt some saints with weaker bodies.

As expected, the sword master in white across from him was also a little surprised.

"Yes, the power of this punch is not small. It's a pity that you have to prove the Tao with all your strength!"

The sword master in white flashed past lightly and said calmly: "Prove the Tao completely through force. In fact, he is just a barbarian and can only use brute force."

"Also, your power is too spread out and looks magnificent, but it's just a waste of energy."

"A saint, the only reason to be called a saint is not just for the great achievements. Let me show you what it means to be a saint!"

Yang Feiyu stretched out his sword finger and tapped it lightly.

The sword pointed at Xia Yu's fist in the blink of an eye.
Chapter completed!