2091: C2091 Infinite Fighting

C2091 Infinite Fighting

One kick!

It tore through the air and came straight at him!

At this moment, the soles of his feet came into direct contact with Shen Wuji's face. Shen Wuji did not even have the chance to react before he was sent flying with a groan.

After flying for dozens of meters, he finally fell to the ground!

The hall shook from the impact of Shen Wuji's body, causing countless valuables to fall to the ground.

Shen Wuji was in an extremely sorry state. After being kicked so many times, he was completely confused. Only after several breaths did he react.

When he looked up, Shen Wuji was still confused. He felt that everything was not real.

Was he dreaming!

He was currently within this Spirit Storage, and in his own Limitless Palace, it seemed as though someone had kicked him. Not to mention in his current palace, even in Shen Wuji's childhood, this action never happened before.

He was born with a heaven-defying bloodline and was naturally strong. He was destined to become a saint, and later on, he was praised by Old Man of Divine Treasure all the way. In the end, he was recognized by him and became a Spirit Storage.

Throughout all these years, who would hear the words "Shen Wuji" and not kneel down? Throughout all these years, countless experts had never trembled in front of him.

Who would dare to directly kick his head, and it would even be placed within the Spirit Storage of the three Sacred Grounds in this Limitless Palace!

Shen Wuji even felt that he was hallucinating at that instant. He stood up, but the burning pain came again. Shen Wuji rubbed his nose, and only then did he discover that the washbasin was a bit caved in. Blood was endlessly dripping onto the yellow robe.

"What, let me kick you until you're like this!"

A voice completely broke Shen Wuji's confusion, causing his pupils to shrink. He suddenly looked over and discovered that there were already many people in the main hall of the Limitless Palace.

A familiar face looked at him with a cold and mocking smile. Shen Wuji could be said to be extremely familiar with this face, and it was the face that he had been thinking about day and night for the past few days, wanting to completely dismember Shen Wuji's body into a million pieces. Without a doubt, this person was … Meng Fan!

The latter had actually appeared, was still alive, and was even standing within the Spirit Storage!

Facing this scene, even if it was Shen Wuji, he still couldn't believe it. He took a deep breath, circulated his spiritual will, and broke through all illusions, but he realized that this was the reality. Meng Fan was right in front of him, inside the Spirit Storage's Limitless Palace!

Furthermore, before this, a foot was sent flying toward Chu Feng's door to ambush him, causing him to be gasping for breath.

After confirming this fact, Shen Wuji also howled at the sky. Even though he was extremely shocked, he was still able to make Shen Wuji walk away in anger.

"Meng Fan, how dare you!"

These words were squeezed out from Shen Wuji's teeth. No one knew if he was talking about Meng Fan stepping into the Spirit Storage or kicking him. However, no matter what, Shen Wuji was crying with tears and his eyes were bleeding.

The anger in his heart was only a lot more than Meng Fan's back then. It was even more intense.

Who was Shen Wuji? He was the grand hidden master of the Spirit Storage, the unrivalled emperor who swept the entire world and slaughtered all the enemies? He was truly a saint. However, at this moment, the enemy was in his lair and his foot was on Shen Wuji's face. This sort of humiliation would likely cause Shen Wuji to remember it for the rest of his life.

At this moment, Shen Wuji was about to go crazy. He had to admit that this was the first time in his life that Meng Fan had done this. For example, the first time he was kicked in the face, the first time he was chased to his own nest by an enemy …

Moments later, Shen Wuji no longer cared about anything else. With a roar, he moved in an instant. Facing Meng Fan, he punched!

The fist came out, shaking the world!

At that moment, Shen Wuji had already recovered some of his strength. Even though he was injured like that, due to the background of the Spirit Storage, Shen Wuji was able to recover quite a bit. However, it was a pity that the opponent he was facing was the one with Heyday, and Shen Wuji was not at his peak state.

The balance of power between the two suddenly changed.

At this moment, Meng Fan also took a step forward as the Emperor's Fist descended and shook the mountains and rivers!

Boom! *

Boom! Boom! Boom! The palace shattered. At this moment, when Shen Wuji's fist collided with Meng Fan's power, he could feel the entire world splitting apart. The absolute power collided with each other, causing endless damage that no one could clearly describe.

Even though the Limitless Palace was Shen Wuji's palace and it contained endless defenses, at this moment, it was still broken through by the force of the impact, causing the surrounding area to shatter bit by bit.

Within the smoke and dust that filled the sky, Shen Wuji's body explosively retreated backwards. A mouthful of blood sprayed out and a trace of fear and fury finally flashed past his eyes.

At that instant, he had already forgotten. Even if he was able to recover his body and heal his injuries, it was still not enough to fight against a person like Meng Fan. Not only did the latter recover faster than him, its strength seemed to have increased yet again. In that moment, he was simply not Meng Fan's match.

Just a single punch was enough to cause a powerful impact to Shen Wuji's body. Furthermore, the old injuries would recur and the traction would be completely active. Shen Wuji was also forced to explosively retreat backwards.

However, the moment he retreated, a figure arrived. Without any hesitation, five fingers shot out like lightning towards him. With a wave of his hand, Wu Tie sent a huge slap towards him. With a bang, Meng Fan's five fingers came into close contact with Shen Wuji's face.

A peerless Ranker of the generation, the Spirit Storage's hidden master Shen Wuji, was sent flying by Meng Fan, and was hit in the face by a big slap. A moment later, Shen Wuji was no different from an ordinary person who had been hit by a big slap, and he fell to the ground with a loud thud.

One kick, one slap!

At this moment, Shen Wuji had the urge to commit suicide. He previously thought that all of this was just a dream and was broken. However, from Shen Wuji's point of view, he truly believed that it was all fake.

However, reality was very cruel. After feeling the burning pain and feeling how many teeth were sent flying, Shen Wuji finally realized that all of this was reality. He was beaten up by Meng Fan and it was such an insult!

"Whiz!"

Regardless of how angry and humiliated Shen Wuji was at the moment, Meng Fan was never someone who was used to enemies. Once again, he stomped on Shen Wuji's face.

The heck, why is he still coming!

Right now, even though Shen Wuji was extremely shocked and fearful, his current reaction was extraordinary. After all, he was an unrivalled expert. In merely an instant, before Meng Fan's foot landed, he muttered a sentence from his mouth.

"Arise, Spirit Storage, kill!"

The moment Shen Wuji finished speaking, the entire space of Spirit Storage seemed to have come to life. At the same time, Meng Fan felt as if he was being stared at by a powerful force, giving him a strong sense of danger.

Boom! *

His foot did not land on Shen Wuji's body. Instead, Meng Fan's foot collided with a terrifying force.

In merely an instant, Meng Fan felt as though he had kicked a metal board, causing endless sparks to fly. This force was exceptionally terrifying, much like a tidal wave, completely resisting Meng Fan's attack strength, giving Shen Wuji an opportunity to catch his breath.

Spirit Storage … A formation!

In just a moment, Meng Fan reacted and squinted his eyes. He was not surprised by this.

Without a doubt, before coming here, he had already calculated it. Including Taoist Taishang, he personally told him that within the Spirit Storage, there were not only experts, there were also other hidden methods.

What a joke, as one of the three Sacred Grounds of the the Path of Concealment, how could there be no methods at all for the stone tablet to suppress them?

Right now, what Meng Fan was facing was the power inside the Spirit Storage's space. His reaction was extremely terrifying and came from the void, resisting Meng Fan's attack and not moving at all.

At this moment, Shen Wuji also gasped for breath as he stood firm in the sky. His eyes stared at Meng Fan while his hair fluttered in the wind, and fresh blood dripped down from his face. His face was red and swollen as he flew up.

"Meng Fan …" I want your life, I want your life, I want your life! "

He repeated his words three times because Shen Wuji was incoherent. He was so angry that he couldn't say anything. Only one sentence was enough to explain his thoughts. It was cruel and cold.

But to Meng Fan, he did not care at all. His gaze met Shen Wuji's and he said indifferently.

"My life is here, but before you do, I want to take you away first. I don't know … "What do you think?"

It was an incredibly calm reply, but a moment later, it brought along mountains of corpses and seas of blood. It broke through everything and at this moment, Meng Fan was a true Berserk Demon.1

He was speechless with grief. Meng Fan had never liked to say anything extra when killing people. He had long remembered Shen Wuji's debt of blood in his heart.

In this journey of Wu Sea, everything that belonged to him had been snatched away, and he had been continuously pursued, almost dying.

All of these were deeply etched in Meng Fan's mind. He didn't dare to forget it, he mustn't forget it!

He did not have a single word from Qing'er and his grandfather that Meng Fan didn't want to do. One word of promise, even if he had to break through the nine heavens and ten earth, he still had to do it.

Even if it's your Blade Mountain Flame Sea Guild, at the end of the world, I … How about we go over there!

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