Outside the Nine Realms space, the Crusader command ship.
Time has passed and half a year has passed. Zhan Tian has reached the peak of the ninth level of Heavenly General, with the combat power of 9999 Heavenly Warriors.
"Sister Saint, I miss you..." Zhan Tian's voice echoed throughout the Crusaders.
"..."
"If you don't come out, I will keep you awake for three days. I will count to three, one, two..."
"Ah! I'm going to kill you, kill you..."
Wearing a white dress, the furious tigress rushed out of the battleship and punched Zhan Tian in the head.
"Hey, temperament, you have to pay attention to your temperament..." Zhan Tian raised his left fist to symbolically protect his face.
It seems that before he finished speaking, Zhan Tian exploded, and within thirty seconds, Zhan Tian appeared again.
With a blush on her face, she didn't know whether she was angry or angry. The saint was too lazy to wear a veil. This was Zhan Tian's request. If she wore a veil, he would not let her sleep.
"Madman, what do you want?"
"I want to practice boxing. If you arrange one for me among those thirteen big guys, I won't crash your boat and let you have a good night's sleep..."
"Okay, Tian Shengyi, you go and practice boxing with him." The saint said through gritted teeth and glared at Zhan Tian.
In the past six months, she even begged for mercy and begged Zhantian to let her go. She gave up and stopped playing. But Zhantian didn't agree. She ordered the withdrawal, but Zhantian didn't agree either. He rammed her warships like crazy, making her
Not to mention sleeping, she couldn't even take a sip of tea.
In the past year and a half, Zhan Tian has made the most improvement in his resurrection. From the first five minutes, to three minutes, two minutes, one minute, and now it only takes thirty seconds. Whether it is the speed talent,
Both his body and body have been elevated to an incredible level. Now, he has begun to practice boxing.
When Tian Sheng heard that he was called to practice boxing with Zhan Tian, he touched his nose and didn't know whether to say he was lucky or unlucky. Zhan Tian stopped attacking the Crusaders and began to attack the command ship. They thirteen days
The strong men at the ninth level of the Saint became humanoid shields, the kind that could not be blocked no matter what. Then they were scolded by the saint girl, and they even wanted to die. They would rather fight with the strong men at the earth level.
Fighting, but not willing to fight with this lunatic Zhan Tian.
Zhan Tian used his madness to force a group of heavenly saints to obey his rules. Just like now, other heavenly saints can only watch the show obediently. Even the most resentful saint does not dare to make a sneak attack because
If he can't kill Zhan Tian, he will also provoke his shameless revenge. He doesn't need to sleep or rest, and he can continue to improve his strength. But whether it's a saint or a saint, they all need to rest, at least they need to meditate to recover.
Zhan Tian is already close to the Heavenly King level. His attack is sometimes high and sometimes low. When it is high, it triggers a 0.1% million times attack, which can reach the God level attack. When it is low, it is like a breeze blowing through Tian Shengyi's body.
skin.
Tian Sheng still looked disdainful at the beginning, but after ten punches, he began to feel surprised, because most of the time Zhan Tian was defeated by him before he even launched an attack, but occasionally he could hit him with one or two punches.
The energy weakness in his body made him feel depressed from time to time.
After a hundred punches, Tian Shengyi's face turned red, because he already had several hidden wounds on his body, which were all caused by omissions in the operation of his skills. After a thousand punches, he was already in unspeakable pain. Even if he swatted flies,
Even if you shoot a thousand times, your hands will get tired.
All day long, Tian Shengyi didn't know how many punches Zhan Tian had thrown with his fists. He only knew that he couldn't even lift his hands. Even when he got to the back, he couldn't even kick his feet, let alone pick up a weapon.
Attacked.
The next day, Tian Shengyi shamelessly knelt down and begged the Holy Girl to find someone else. He wanted to rest, otherwise he would be exhausted. Looking at his red and swollen hand joints and ankle joints, the Holy Girl helplessly asked Tian Sheng Er to accompany him.
Battle training.
Half a year later, Zhan Tian, who was at the peak of the ninth level of the Heavenly King, could fight three strong men of the ninth level of the Heavenly Saint at the same time, and could even injure one from time to time. The saint girl looked at Zhan Tian who was becoming more and more confident, and her heart rose.
An inexplicable emotion. From the heavenly level when he first appeared to the peak of the king now, only two years have passed. Who would believe it? Even if they, the saints and saints, had not lived for hundreds of years, it would not be possible.
In half a year, I am afraid only Mao Mao knows how many punches Zhan Tian has thrown. From the disdain of the saint at the beginning, to the curiosity later, and now to the admiration, she believes that if she could practice so seriously, I am afraid that she would have been there by now.
He has reached the Earth level. Zhan Tian's boxing technique always follows the same posture. He holds his right fist with his left palm, raises it to the top of his head, and then lowers it facing forward. He repeated this simple movement countless times, and his body was blown up countless times.
.....
Silver-white battleships appeared one after another. On the battleships, red cross flags fluttered. A handsome man in white robes stood proudly on the largest command ship.
"I've seen the Great Holy Son!" The Holy Girl reluctantly flew to the battleship where the man was and bowed in salute.
"No gifts, no gifts, the saint is beautiful again..." The great saint stepped forward and took the saint's delicate hand. The saint was so frightened that she hurriedly backed away, with a trace of disgust flashing in her eyes.
The Great Holy Son smiled awkwardly, with a stern look in his eyes. He had been pursuing her for hundreds of years, but he still wouldn't even let her touch her. What a bitch.
After some pleasantries, they finally returned to the topic. Looking at Zhan Tian who was fighting four ninth-level Heavenly Saints, the Great Saint had a look of disdain on his face. He was actually held back by a peak Heavenly King. He was really a big-chested and brainless bitch. In his heart
Whisper.
"I am the Great Holy Son of the Temple of the Beginning, a bold thief, please tell me your name, my men will never kill unknown people..."
"..." Zhan Tian swung a punch, looked at each other and the four fighting Tianshengyi, and stepped away. They had been fighting for more than half a year, and Zhan Tian had feelings for them. If he hadn't deliberately controlled
, several times Tianshengyi and the others would be directly beaten to death by him. After all, his attacks would now be as powerful as the ninth level of Tiansheng. Thirteen Tianshengyi also had a tacit understanding with Zhantian, and their moves continued
Being perfected, the loopholes in the operation of the technique are getting smaller and smaller...
"Bold little thief, are you a man, and you dare not tell me your name?" The Great Holy Son did not expect that Zhan Tian would just glance at him, then turn away from him, and the anger in his heart began to rise.
"Zhan Tian, remember this. Also, a three-centimeter guy has the nerve to ask someone if he is a man?"
"...Three centimeters?" The Saint looked at the Great Saint with some confusion. What was three centimeters? She looked up and down, but saw that the Great Saint's face turned from white to red, and then from red to red.
Black, the kerchief that bound his hair exploded...
The thirteen Heavenly Saints looked at the Great Saint Son, and then at the thirteen Heavenly Saints following the Great Saint Son, with shocked expressions.