"Brother Chen, I'm coming!"

Fu Biao roared and his body moved.

He raised the Epee of his right hand and cut it off in the air.

In the process of chopping, vitality surged out of his body and gathered on the Epee, making the surface of the Epee seem to be wrapped with a thick layer of metal armor, which became thick as a whole.

"Hoo!"

"Hoo!"

"Hoo!"

"Hoo!"

The heavy sword broke the air and made a sound.

Finally, four layers of thick metal armor were shrouded over the Epee, making the already wide Epee bigger. It didn't look like a sword at all, but a metal square column.

Although it has become columnar, the momentum of the heavy sword is much stronger than when it was first shot.

The majestic power gathered at the end of the sword, as if to smash everything that blocked it.

Seeing this, Chen Fei seemed a little surprised. He stepped slightly, stepped back a few steps and avoided the attack of Fu Biao.

The strike failed, and the Epee hit the ground hard.

Suddenly, a loud "boom" sounded in the center of the venue.

After special treatment, the ground was broken by this heavy sword, and a pit appeared directly.

Moreover, the huge force also spread around, shaking the surrounding buildings and trembling slightly.

Such a scene surprised the surrounding viewers.

"Is this the power of falling thousands? It's too strong."

"It's worthy of Nanshan Academy. It's too powerful. The six disciples of spark realm in our martial arts school don't feel so strong!"

"Fu Biao has just trained Luo Qianjun to the fourth weight. He has this power. If he practices higher, he can't imagine."

"Now, the registered disciple of Qiuhu martial arts school can't stop it."

"The red flame fist of the six levels can't be stopped. After all, the martial arts level is too low."

………

In the crowd's discussion, Fu Biao raised his heavy sword again and pursued Chen Fei.

Moreover, this time, his speed was much higher than that just now. He suddenly came. Almost in the blink of an eye, he came to Chen Fei, which made him unavoidable.

"I see how you can hide?"

Fu Biao smiled and stared at Chen Fei, holding his sword in both hands.

However, at the moment, Chen Fei, with a pale face, whispered, "who said I was going to hide!"

Immediately, Chen Fei punched out.

The red flame surrounds the fist surface and overlaps layer by layer.

"Red flame fist!"

"It seems that he only knows this martial art."

"His red flame fist is well practiced, but it's not powerful after all!"

………

Many onlookers shook their heads and sighed.

Fu Biao also looked sarcastic, "the last struggle?"

Chen Fei ignored and continued to move forward with his fist.

Layer upon layer of flame, continuously enhanced.

Soon, six layers of flame superimposed.

At the moment, Fu Biao's heavy sword also cleaved in front of Chen Fei, and they were about to collide.

At this last moment, Chen Fei was slightly shocked and his vitality surged. On his right fist, another layer of flame surged up and superimposed.

The onlookers were surprised.

"Can you continue? Isn't it his limit for the six fold red flame fist?"

"Does he still have something to keep from competing with Zheng Yun just now?"

"However, even if the red flame fist is seven heavy, it's not enough to see the ups and downs!"

In the discussion, Chen Fei's right fist roared, and another layer of flame superimposed.

"Eight times!"

"Is it true that it continues?"