Xia Ze was in a daze, and was pushed down on the bed by the charming Li Mifang.
She walked closer and closer, walking like a light cat. When Xia Ze's face was filled with astonishment, she slowly sat on the edge of the bed, next to Xia Ze, and said delicately: "Master, am I beautiful?"
The charming woman looked at Xia Ze who was still wandering on the bed, covered her mouth and said with a smile: "It seems that the master's determination is not as strong as your cultivation."
She stretched out her white jade hand and touched the young man's face. Suddenly, the young man who came back to his senses grabbed her wrist. She couldn't help but secretly rejoiced: "Master, don't be anxious..."
Suddenly there was a sharp pain in her wrist, which made her cry.
With an angry look on his face, Xia Ze squeezed out one word from between his teeth: "Get out!"
Then he took Li Mifang's hand and dragged her out of the door. With a bang, the door was closed tightly.
After a long time, the woman still couldn't get over the fright. Looking at the young man who didn't understand the charm, she cursed angrily and said that he was really stupid, and then angrily walked back home.
Xia Ze lay on the crack of the door and watched the woman walk away angrily before he dared to take a deep breath. Without hesitation, he decisively affixed two golden talismans on the door, summoned two door gods holding long knives and axes, and stood there.
outside the door.
Even so, he was still a little scared: "The world is dangerous!"
He turned over his hand and saw a Jingzhe coin flying out from the square object. He glanced at the portrait on the wall, pinched it with two fingers, and put it into the scroll.
On the scroll, it was like boiling water boiling, and the things on the portrait began to become gradually blurred. However, this kind of vision only existed for a short period of ten breaths.
Xia Ze was a little confused, and with the attitude of giving it a try, he threw in two Jingzhe coins again. The previous scene reappeared, and the light had covered a corner of the scroll.
Xia Ze couldn't help but feel a little heartache. One piece of Jingzhe coin was equivalent to one thousand taels of silver. In the past, it would have allowed him to eat and drink well for decades, and even buy him a luxurious mansion.
It's just that now he has invested three Jingzhe coins. If he stops here, not only will he not be able to understand the mystery of the scroll, but the three Jingzhe coins he invested previously will also be wasted.
Xia Ze raised his heart, took out three more coins, and threw them into them. The light on the scroll was as dazzling as the scorching sun.
Xia Ze looked at the ray of light, and in a blink of an eye, he stood on a desolate ridge. He was a little stunned, and when he looked up, he saw endless seas of clouds and mountain peaks everywhere.
At this moment, there was a small black dot, which jumped down from the clouds. Without using any fairy magic weapon or magic power, it just fell straight down with its legs facing down.
Xia Zexin couldn't believe it, and just as he was about to dodge, the young man's feet shook the ground, and there was an explosion comparable to thousands of thunders falling at the same time. In an instant, the originally high mountain peak was shattered by the young man's foot.
Countless rubble and smoke collapsed toward the abyss.
Xia Ze followed the collapsed mountain peak and slowly descended. Just when he was about to call out the Lihuo Bahuang Sword and rise up with the sword, he was slightly startled and his hands were empty...
Why can't I take out the magic weapon from my natal object? Suddenly, everything was in chaos.
The young man who fell from the sky was wearing a sleeveless jacket, and his appearance was somewhat similar to Xia Ze. He stepped on the falling small gravel, step by step, and caught up with Xia Ze's figure in mid-air.
Then he picked up a punch and quickly hit Xia Ze in the abdomen.
With just this punch, Xia Ze felt that his whole body and even his soul were wailing with pain that was gnawing at his bones and burning his heart. The overbearing punch knocked him down into the abyss.
For the first time in his life, he felt so clearly that a person's fist could be so hard. He did not use martial arts energy, but relied on his physical strength.
Xia Ze had given up. His eyelids were getting heavier and heavier. Looking at the young man hovering in mid-air, no matter how hard he tried to survive, his body would not allow him to.
Xia Ze's body fell from a high altitude and landed upside down on the water, causing a splash of water tens of feet high.
The young martial artist hovered in the sky, standing with his hands behind his back.
Xia Ze's eyes were closed tightly, and he was floating on the sea with his arms and legs spread out. He had already passed out.
The martial arts boy slowly floated to Xia Ze's side, a sinister smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, and he raised his knife high.
Xia Ze, who was originally unconscious, suddenly opened his eyes, stepped on his feet, and jumped up high.
Locking the young man's wrist with one hand, he exerted force on his waist and threw him into the water. Then he opened his palm and poured a raging thunder and lightning into the turbulent sea without any reservation.
The pitch-black sea water was illuminated thoroughly by the white light of thunder and lightning. In the rolling sea water, the martial arts boy was completely engulfed by the erratic thunder light, and then he was like a dead fish with a broken fish float, drifting and immersed in the deep sea.
Xia Ze landed on the sea and breathed a sigh of relief.
It was not a good place to stay for a long time, so he turned around and swam to the shore.
Feeling a pain in his abdomen, Xia Ze vomited blood from his mouth and was splashed by a huge jet of water that shot up into the sky.
This punch caused the seawater around the boy to retreat quickly. In the deep sea, the boy stood on a dry reef and slowly retreated.
The seawater flowed back to its original position, and the young man put his feet on the ground, jumped up before the seawater came, and flew high into the sky.
The reefs on the seabed collapsed one after another, and the seawater filled the gaps, forming a huge whirlpool.
Seeing the young man getting closer and closer, Xia Ze suddenly lost all intention to fight.
This young martial artist appeared out of nowhere. He didn't ask why, and he didn't give him a chance to ask questions. He immediately killed him when he saw him. He couldn't even see through the young man's cultivation base. He only knew that every time he received a punch, his body and even his soul would be damaged.
There were screams of terror.
It was like telling him Xia Ze, run away quickly or you will die!
As his death approached, countless images flashed through Xia Ze's mind, like a spinning revolving lantern.
The original intention to retreat from the fear of death dissipated a little. Xia Ze gritted his teeth and told himself that he must not die here without knowing anything.
Even if he were to die, he would have to walk three to five times under the fists of this young martial artist whose boxing skills reached the heavens and the gods before he died.
Taking a deep breath of martial arts energy, Xia Ze turned sideways to release the force of the water wave, then slid down from the side, bent forward and twisted his body, then tensed his body, and slowly gathered his fist power.
The rising martial arts young man raised the corners of his mouth, as if he was praising Xia Ze for having the courage to challenge him under this iron fist.
Then he yelled angrily, used the dragon spine on his back to exert a thousand pounds of strength, and punched Xia Ze in the face.
Xia Ze originally wanted to use an overlord to break the reins, take away his strength, and then fight back with all his strength, but his claws and punches were welded together, and finally his palms and even arms cracked, making a horrifying sound of breaking.
Enduring the severe pain in his arm, Xia Ze had to improvise, blocking the young man's punch with one hand, and then used the other hand to hit the young man on the cheek with a hollow cannon.
In an instant, Xia Ze was like a stone thrown out, hitting fifteen floating pieces on the sea surface, and finally smashed a rock into pieces.
The young man no longer flew in the air, fell to the sea, walked step by step on the waves, and walked slowly towards Xia Ze.
Three inches outside the cheek, the collapsed golden wall was repaired one by one with martial arts fluorescence.
Xia Ze's chest rose and fell violently, and he forced himself to stand upright. His original blue robe was shattered by the explosion, and his body was covered in blood and flesh.
That ferocious fist left Senior Brother Xia Ze with lingering fear. It was not only a torture to the body, it was better than a dull knife cutting the flesh, tearing apart his soul bit by bit.
The two qi of gods and demons that were tyrannical in his body now have no temper at all, and are hiding in his incomplete soul in a timid manner, especially the black demonic qi, as if he has seen a ghost, if he hadn't left
Xia Ze's body would dissipate into nothingness. I'm afraid it would have broken out of the body and fled away.
"Tuntian!" Xia Ze shouted.
The red aura in the body, if there was a reaction, was about to appear, but suddenly it was startled, and it returned to its original position leisurely. No matter how Xia Ze called, it did not move.
Xia Ze sighed, well, since there is nothing he can do about farming, he can only rely on himself.
In addition to the divine power and talisman magic weapon given by Taiyi to save Ku Tianzun, Xia Ze also has two major killers, one punch and one sword.
The sword method is the Awakening Immortal Style that was discovered outside the Mawei Tomb, and is taken from the cold wind of the twelfth lunar month.
The boxing technique is the same move he used to subdue Li Sheng in the town, which is called: Domineering General Style. The boxing technique is like a series of cannons reaching the sky, the boxing technique is fierce, and it is the culmination of his own boxing intention.
He gritted his teeth and stretched out his trembling right hand. On the other hand, the finger bones were twisted in various ways, and some broken bones even penetrated into the flesh and blood.
Every time he straightened a finger, Xia Ze let out a heart-rending cry, and black blood flowed out from the wounds on his five fingers.
When the young man slowly came to him, he had already straightened his broken palm.
Even though he was already weak due to serious injuries, Xia Ze's stooped figure burst out with an unprecedented fist power that shook the world.
The situation was changing so quickly that even the young martial artist couldn't help but be a little surprised.
Xia Ze's eyebrows turned cold, and the next moment he was in front of the young man. In three breaths, he had already punched hundreds of punches on the young man's body.
Domineering and fierce, I am invincible.
Xia Ze's mind was filled with such emotions. His fists were traveling all over his body. His broken fists felt no pain at all. He could only punch, and keep punching!
Dripping blood scattered all over the sky after punching.
I can't die, I won't die! I want to win!
If there are people on the sea, they can see a young man in torn clothes from a distance, punching continuously at the body of another young martial artist.
The seawater vibrated regularly with the rhythm of the boy's punches. Gradually, for a moment, it became as calm as the surface of a pond.
But even so, the young martial artist remained motionless, with a thick barrier made of pure martial arts energy in front of him.
Even so, so what, Xia Ze's fists were covered with white bones, and his whole body was covered in blood, but there was endless fanatical fighting spirit in his eyes.
Bang bang bang! After three explosions, a crack half a man's height appeared on the air wall. The young martial artist remained silent, but he could clearly see surprise in his eyes.
Xia Ze rounded his arms and punched out the most ferocious punch in the Domineering General style so far, smashing a big hole in the air wall.
The broken wall turned into dots of fireflies, dissipating across the sky and earth. Then, Xia Ze jumped out of the hole and locked one hand on the martial arts boy's head.
"I found you!" he muttered.
The next moment, Xia Ze received a solid punch on his ribs. Just such a punch shattered all his ribs.
Pain, pain that is enough to cause a person to have a nervous breakdown.
The martial arts boy grabbed one of Xia Ze's legs, like he was beating a broom, and smashed him back and forth more than twenty times, and then threw him to the ground.
At this moment, Xia Ze no longer dared to let himself have the extravagant hope of survival. He only hoped that the young martial artist would be more decisive and kill him in one fell swoop.
Otherwise, life would really be worse than death.
The martial arts boy sat astride the pool of flesh and blood, punching him one after another, using the killing move that Xia Ze had used before, the domineering general style.
Every time the fist hit, countless rolling rocks from the surrounding mountains were affected by the fist and collapsed.
The raging tide flows back hundreds of feet, and in the dry place, there are strong winds one after another, like ocean waves, one after another.
I don't know if it was intentional, but the young man punched him fiercely but didn't hit him in the face, as if he wanted him to watch how he was beaten to death.
The martial arts boy fired thirty-seven punches in a row. The distance between each punch was long enough for him to carefully appreciate the punch attached to each punch.
At the end, he could no longer feel the pain, as if his soul had left his body. He stood aside and watched as the young man kept beating the pool of blood.
After a long time, Xia Ze suddenly saw the young man standing up and spreading his palms. The six Jingzhe coins that he had thrown into the scroll slipped from his palms, and the originally full spiritual energy was exhausted.
When it fell to the ground, it had already turned into a pile of white ash.
The martial arts boy crossed the transparent Xia Ze and walked delicately to the seaside. He lost his original momentum and slowly set up stakes.
Blow your breath and punch.
On the horizon, the sun rises in the east.
There was a huge fist force that rode the wind and waves and broke out traces like field ridges on the sea surface.
Bang bang bang! One punch after another, simple but surprisingly powerful.
He looked indifferent and put all his thoughts into his fists.
Xia Ze was deep in thought, and unknowingly, he was also immersed in this divine martial art.
As soon as his eyes flashed, Xia Ze had returned to the meditation room and stood in front of the scroll.
Under my feet, there was a large pool of sweat dripping down, making it wet.
The skirt of his clothes was also wet with sweat and was a little sticky. He touched it all over his body. In the painting, it was obvious that he had been beaten all over and was even dead.
But now, he is safe and sound. Could it be that everything before was just a dream? Flowers in the Mirror and Autumn Moon?
But the pain coming from his soul told him that all this couldn't be more real.
The good news is that the two qi of gods and demons in the body, which at first seemed to be feuding with each other, are now like two trembling children, huddled in the corner and could not be more peaceful.
Xia Ze doubtfully took out the Lihuo Bahuang Sword from the square object and lightly touched the blade with his finger. Blood overflowed from the small wound.
Doesn’t it hurt? How could it not hurt? He raised his fist and hit his shoulder, but it still didn’t hurt.