The seemingly harmless little snow-white fist carries a fierce wind.
In the midst of the lightning and flint, the black-clothed saint's fist came straight towards him.
boom!
Two fists hit each other hard.
Li Qiye felt as if the punch had hit a mountain. The powerful reaction spread rapidly from her fingertips and spread throughout her entire right arm in just a moment.
Click click click!
She clearly heard countless crisp sounds, which were the sounds of bones breaking, followed by pain, indescribable pain.
Her body fell out like a kite with its string broken, and hit the trunk of a giant tree.
The bark of the tree cracked instantly, and Mo Li's chest writhed violently, her throat felt sweet, and a mouthful of blood spurted out from her mouth.
Her body fell heavily to the ground, and countless dead leaves and branches also fell down, covering her thin body.
The saint in black still had no expression on his face, he just took a step forward calmly.
After just one step, when his feet landed again, he was already standing in front of Mo Li.
"Give me!"
Stretching out his right hand, the saint in black ventriloquised again, his voice as flat and dry as a rusty blade cutting across the wall.
As expected of a saint-level powerhouse, one punch had already destroyed one of her right arms.
Li Qiye endured the pain and straightened up. Her entire right hand and right arm had been fractured, and her back was in unbearable pain. She was afraid that her spine had also been severely injured in the collision just now.
Then, her face remained as calm as ever.
"Don't even think about it!"
Staring at the saint in black standing in front of her, she said two words coldly with bloody lips.
When she was thinking of words, she waved her left hand again, and a fireball the size of a football roared out.
With a tap of his toes, Mo Li's body had risen off the ground again.
What should I do if I can’t beat you?!
Of course, run away!
Going forward knowing you are outmatched is not brave, it is stupid.
The black spear came down simply and directly, smashing the fireball and hitting her shoulder hard.
Click!
There was another crisp sound, this time, it was her left shoulder that was broken.
Her body fell heavily back to the ground, and her feet pierced into the soil until they reached her knees.
"Give me!"
The saint in black spoke again.
"Bah!" Li Li spat out a mouthful of blood with disdain and struggled to hold on to a proud smile, "Please, maybe I will take pity on you and show you!"
The black-clothed saint's face, which had always been calm, finally showed a trace of anger.
His lips tightened suddenly, he moved his arm slightly, and the tip of the black spear stabbed towards Mo Li's throat like a snake's letter.
"Baby!"
Li Qiye drank lightly.
There was a sudden burst of unusual movement in the space between the two of them.
Purple light flashed, and a short, fat figure in black and white appeared silently in front of Mo Li, with sharp claws grabbing straight at the face of the saint in black.
Everything happened suddenly.
Feeling the wind of the fist hitting his face, the saint in black also had a strange look in his eyes, his body swayed slightly, and he was already ten steps away in an instant.
Without pursuing, Bao Bao turned around and grabbed Mo Li's collar, pulled her out from the ground and placed her carefully on the ground.
"I am not his master. As soon as I hold him back, the master will take the opportunity to escape!" He quietly used his spiritual consciousness to transmit a message to Mo Li. Bao Bao stared at the saint warrior coldly and squeezed out a cold sentence from his nose.
Huh, "Huh, you're just a holy stick. Do you think your Mr. Panda is really afraid of you?!"