The golden giant palm, with a bright golden light, pressed down suddenly.

On the shadow of the giant palm, countless inscriptions condensed, carrying Buddhist Sanskrit sounds, bombarded from the nine heavens.

The people around them only saw a Buddha's palm covering the entire universe. As for the laws and inscriptions contained in the Buddha's palm, they could not see through it at all, let alone read it.

How can ordinary people understand 80% of the foundation of "Brahma Sacred Art"?

"It's this move again. I have already cracked the move of the Venerable Brahma Saint. Can your palm be more powerful than that of the Venerable Brahma Saint?"

The corner of Han Zhan's mouth raised a slight sneer, and all his Dao energy was concentrated in his right fist.

After the violent energy was condensed, his bare right arm turned into a laser-like arm.

Punch out!

It shocked the world, wept ghosts and gods, and shocked the past and the present.

The great-horned war god has been famous for tens of thousands of years, and his fame is not in vain.

This punch can be blocked by only a handful of people.

Ye Xiong smiled slightly, and the next moment, his lips twitched slightly.

No one knew what he was talking about, or he didn't say anything at all, he just opened his mouth unintentionally.

"A worm shakes a tree, a mantis' arm blocks a cart, and you overestimate your own capabilities, Ah Ti."

Han Zhan suddenly noticed that such words came from his ears.

These few words were like thunder from the sky, exploding in his ears.

"No, sonic attack."

Han Zhan quickly closed his six senses to prevent the intrusion of Sanskrit sounds from affecting his state of mind.

"You will definitely lose. If you surrender obediently, you can still save a dog's life."

The thunderous sound of Buddha continued to sound.

"This is not a sound wave, this is a soul spell."

Han Zhan's expression changed drastically. After the six senses were sealed, the voice was still like a curse, lingering. Only the soul curse could do that.

Suddenly, his breath stagnated.

"It's just a soul curse, don't even think of affecting me." Han Zhan roared.

Use your own voice to impact your soul, hoping to digest the impact of the other person's Buddhist mantra on you.

The soul mantra continues to arise deep in his soul.

At the same time, the huge Buddha's palm condensed in mid-air, pressing down hard.

Indescribable waves exploded in mid-air.

The shock wave destroyed the world and destroyed the earth. No one dared to come within 100,000 miles.

Boom!

The two of them were shocked and flew out.

Ye Xiong only retreated a few thousand meters, while Han Zhan was knocked back tens of thousands of meters before he could stand on his feet.

In this confrontation, Ye Xiong was completely victorious.

The onlookers around were all shocked.

They could hardly believe their eyes.

The majestic big-horned war god was at a disadvantage due to the confrontation of vitality.

How can it be?

"I finally understand now that you are no match for the Venerable Brahma Saint. You must have used dirty methods." Ye Xiong stretched out a finger, shook it, and sneered: "You're not even close."

"It's just one move, the victory or defeat is still far away."

The horned war god was furious, his arms shook, and the surging vitality in his body seemed to be completely ignited.

The word God of War is not wasted in vain!

Is it possible to be named the God of War in the Imperial City, in the most powerful galaxy in the Holy World, without strength?

This is a blood-stained reputation, a reputation gained by accepting endless challenges.

From the moment he became the Great Horned God of War, Han Zhan faced countless challenges. Everyone wanted to defeat him and take his place.

As a result, the opponent had only two endings, one was death, the other was disabled.

The most important thing is that Han Zhan has been appointed by the ancestor as one of the three people who made the fifty thousand year covenant. He now represents the Holy World.

Ye Xiong came from the God Realm, which represents the God Realm.

He can only win this battle, not lose.

"Beast Breaking Fist."

A loud roar resounded throughout the sky and the earth, deafening and deafening.

The onlookers around were shocked by this roar, and their ears were buzzing. The weak ones even became deaf, and their seven orifices were bleeding.

Only then did the crowd realize that they had underestimated the fluctuations in the fighting power of the two men, and they retreated one after another, far away from the center of the battle.

This is the pinnacle battle among the six realms besides the heavenly realm.

Beast Breaking Fist, the top magical power in the holy world.

There is only forward movement and no retreat. It is a magical power that only attacks but does not defend.

In an instant.

Above Han Zhan's head, a totem of the God of War appeared.

Majestic and radiant with white light.

kill!

Strike with both fists!

With the momentum of all beasts galloping, the light from both fists transformed into thousands of ferocious beasts, with ferocious fangs, as if they wanted to devour Ye Xiong.

Ye Xiong clasped his palms together, and the image of the Holy Body of Nirvana appeared above his head.

The Dharma image has his eyes closed, pious and solemn.

The arms transformed, two transformed into four, four transformed into eight, and eight transformed into sixteen.

Sixteen golden arms formed a circle in front of him.

"Ati!"

Suddenly!

The Dharma's eyes opened, emitting a golden light.

Sixteen palms, push together!

"Great Brahma Prajna Palm!"

The Brahma Prajna Palm is a magical power that Ye Xiong learned a long time ago, and it is not of a high grade.

At that time, his Brahma Sage Kung Fu was only at the fourth or fifth level.

However, it is now the eighth floor.

Great wisdom is like foolishness, great skill is like clumsiness.

When the Buddhist vitality reaches a certain level, it can transcend moves and every move can destroy the world.

This is the magical power of Buddhism.

The virtues and moves are not important anymore!

Boom boom boom boom!

The continuous big explosions were loud and deafening.

The sky loses color, the universe becomes sad, space collapses, and a storm breaks out.

The image in front of me was only light and shadow, and then nothing existed.

Big explosions, continuous.

It lasted for more than ten minutes.

Everyone knew that the two were continuing to fight, but they couldn't see clearly.

"Han Zhan, I completely understand that you are worthy of being the opponent of the Venerable Brahma Saint, and you are not worthy of helping him carry his shoes."

As soon as he finished speaking, a big golden hand covering the entire sky appeared in the air, like a five-finger mountain.

"Who says it's not worthy?" Han Zhan shouted, not retreating but advancing.

"I said."
To be continued...