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The first thousand one hundred and ninety-one chapters: Let you do all kinds of sorcery, I will defeat it with one punch!(2/2)

A mind-shaking murderous aura suddenly emerged.

It was as if there was a peerless ferocious beast roaring across the heaven and earth.

"Witchcraft: Gloomy Palm!"

The Holy Son of the Witch Cult looked solemn.

Faced with the White Tiger Divine Fist, which was stronger than the first punch.

He was full of evil energy, and his skin was as white as light.

At this time, there were black lines emerging.

Then he rose into the sky.

Clap it with one palm.

This palm is like Shura's hand.

With endless darkness and austereness, it seems to annihilate all the light.

boom!

The collision of fists and palms was like two mountains colliding with each other.

Violent roars resounded over the entire Jiyang City.

It made all the spectators tremble with fear.

However, this blow was even stronger than the White Tiger Divine Fist.

Although the Holy Son of Witchcraft was not seriously injured.

But he was also sent flying hundreds of meters.

On the other hand, look at Xiao Changfeng.

But he never took a step back.

"Third punch!"

Xiao Changfeng did not give the Holy Son of the Witch Cult any chance to breathe.

The third punch came instantly.

Roar!

This time, the white tiger's shadow became half virtual and half real.

The murderous spirit became even stronger.

"Witchcraft: Blood Barrier!"

The Holy Son of Witchcraft's face looked a little ugly.

But facing Xiao Changfeng's third punch, he had to resist.

I saw him bite his finger.

Immediately red blood flew out.

The blood and spiritual energy merged and formed a twenty-meter-high barrier in front of him.

The barrier is like a city wall, extremely thick.

However, he faced Xiao Changfeng's third attack of the White Tiger Divine Fist.

But there is still something not enough to see.

boom!

However, after holding on for three seconds, the blood barrier was destroyed by a punch.

Then the remaining fist light hit the body of the Holy Son of the Witch Cult.

The Holy Son of the Witch Cult retreated more than thirty meters again.

Although Xiao Changfeng is only at the peak of the early stages of becoming a god.

But whether it is mana or divine body.

None of them can be matched by the Holy Son of Witchcraft.

What's more, what Xiao Changfeng used was the White Tiger War Scroll, which was most suitable for fighting.

How can a mortal fight against an immortal with his own strength?

This is the situation faced by the Holy Son of Witchcraft.

"Fourth punch!"

Xiao Changfeng did not hesitate and threw his fourth punch.

This time, the White Tiger Divine Fist is more powerful.

This kind of superimposed power of punches.

The further you get to the back, the harder it is to resist!

"Witchcraft: Bonebreaker Hammerhand!"

The Holy Son of the Witch Cult was very passive, but he had to take action to resist.

Suddenly, his hands were like hammers, and he smashed them down.

It's like the giant spirit god holds a hammer in his hand and wants to smash the entire Jiyang City.

It's a pity that in front of the White Tiger Divine Fist.

Lost again.

The Holy Son of Witchcraft fell back three hundred meters.

"Fifth punch!"

Xiao Changfeng's figure flashed and he caught up with the Holy Son of the Witch Cult.

Immediately the fifth punch came out.

Click!

This time the Holy Son of the Witch Cult was finally injured.

The bones of the hand were twisted and a trace of bright red blood flowed from the wound.

Let his right hand turn red.

The pungent smell of blood makes people crazy.

It also made the aura of the Holy Son of the Witch Cult become even more violent.

But Xiao Changfeng didn't care.

"Sixth punch!"

Xiao Changfeng's body was slightly bent, like a big bow.

And his fists are arrows.

"Ouch!"

The white tiger's shadow is extremely solid, and it even has two wings on its back.

Even more powerful!

"not good!"

The expression of the Northern Wu Ancestor changed.

At this time, Xiao Changfeng's sixth punch had already landed.

This time.

The Holy Son of Witchcraft can no longer resist.

He was knocked directly from mid-air to the ground, leaving a thousand-meter-long mark.

Finally, a 100-meter-large pit was created!
Chapter completed!
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