Xia Ze was hit by a very fast punch from the clouds and was slammed into the sea water.
The golden fist shadow exploded on the turbulent sea, causing thousands of waves, followed by billowing white smoke.
In the sea water, Xia Ze was lying on his back, his cheeks were red and swollen, and the golden armor on his body was in pieces. The golden armor pieces illuminated the dark seabed clearly.
"I didn't expect this guy to smash my three Heavenly King Armor Talismans to pieces with just one punch." He thought like this, his body was still sinking, and the pressure in his heart was getting heavier and heavier. The top priority was to do it as soon as possible
Surface for air.
He swung his limbs violently and swam towards the light above his head. Just when he was about to jump out of the water, an invisible strong wind fell from the sky and passed by his ears with a whooshing sound. The speed was so fast that even if there was no sound at all,
The strong wind that hit him at extremely fast speeds still caused burning pain in his shoulders.
In mid-air, the martial arts boy slowly retracted his finger. It turned out that he just used his finger to pull out the finger wind, which had such terrifying power. Xia Ze suddenly felt frightened. If there hadn't been a few inches of deviation, he might be dead now.
This is the fate of Shou Wei Chu.
The martial arts boy had no expression on his face and quickly shot out two more wind balls. This time Xia Ze quickly reacted and waved his hand, and two talismans flew out.
A flame ignited on the talisman, and in the blink of an eye it turned into a fireball as big as a millstone. Another whirlwind merged into the fireball, constantly expanding the fireball.
Puff puff, the finger wind was like two sharp silver needles, quickly piercing the rapidly expanding fireball, and then with lightning speed, it hit Xia Ze's left and right shoulders, knocking him into the sea and rolling over.
After eight laps, he stabilized his body.
There was an unbearable pain in his shoulder, and there was gurgling blood flowing out of the wound, like a wisp of red smoke in the sea water. Xia Ze gritted his teeth, inserted two fingers into the wound, and pulled hard, and couldn't help but open up in pain.
He opened his mouth and immediately poured in two mouthfuls of bitter seawater. His eyes were tired, and then he threw a piece of golden armor into the seawater, and it dispersed into golden dust bit by bit.
The out-of-control fireball hurricane still carried powerful spiritual power and hit the martial arts boy directly.
The strange thing was that he had no intention of dodging at all and allowed the fireball to completely submerge his body.
The fireball exploded, and in the sky, there was a ray of light that was as bright as the sun, almost blinding people.
After half a stick of incense, a strong wind blew in all directions, blowing the trees everywhere and causing the sand and rocks to roll away.
Then a red light suddenly appeared, and wave after wave of heat waves engulfed everything around it. Trees withered, flowers and plants withered. On the beach, the shrimps and crabs that had no time to escape showed a purple-red color and huddled powerlessly on the beach.
Strong winds, scorching heat, come and go.
Xia Ze staggered and walked out of the sea, holding his wound. The bitter seawater soaked the wound. A heartbreaking pain made him shake in pain, but he did not dare to take it lightly. He freed up a hand and held it tightly.
Holding the Lihuo Bahuang Sword, he looked at the light above his head and stood ready.
With a pop, another extremely fast wind ball pierced the light. The speed was so fast that the originally invisible wind swept the fire and dragged down a long tail of white smoke.
Even though he was very alert, he still couldn't defend against this wind bomb. It just passed under his arms and hit him hard in the abdomen.
In an instant, the powerful force slammed him into the sea.
First, a puddle is left on the sea surface, a hurricane roars in the depression, the hurricane dissipates, and then seawater rushes in from everywhere to fill the gap.
Xia Ze vomited a large mouthful of blood, and the pain in his abdomen almost twisted his body into a terrifying arc, as if all the internal organs in his abdomen were being squeezed out.
The third time he fell into the water, it took Xia Ze thirty-six breaths to finally surface with difficulty. Without thinking, he raised his head.
In that huge ball of light, the young martial artist tore away the blazing wind of flames around him with one hand, as if fluttering out a cloak. As the raging flames of the wind extinguished and dissipated, his figure gradually became clearer.
He was still so unsmiling and indifferent. The sleeveless jacket was burned to ashes, and the young man was shirtless. His body was as strong as granite, a little dark, and covered with shocking old scars. Obviously, what happened just now
The two talismans failed to cause him any harm at all.
In an instant, he shouted loudly and punched hundreds of powerful golden fist shadows.
The fists were all over the place, covering all routes that Xia Ze could avoid. He might not be able to withstand even half a punch. He cursed his mother unwillingly, and then plunged into the water.
When hundreds of golden fist shadows flew to the sea, each one expanded to the size of a buffalo, just like dumplings being dropped into the pot. Every time one fell, water splashed thousands of feet high, and the sound of roaring and exploding was endless.
When all the fist shadows fell, the turbulent sea surface became as calm as a pond. The surface of the water was covered with a layer of golden fist intention. From time to time, ripples swayed out, and the sea water shook slightly. Then it continued to converge, turning into a white rainbow, rising into the sky.
It rises and disappears into the sky little by little.
The young martial artist suppressed a blast of palm wind and blew away the hazy smoke on the sea. In the endless sea, the figure of the young man was no longer there, and he could not even feel a trace of murderous intent.
He turned around and looked towards the cloud head, and a figure wearing armor and holding a sword flashed past.
A ray of white light sword energy broke through the water and struck straight at the martial arts boy. He frowned slightly, stretched out his strong arms, and steadily caught the whistling sword energy with his five fingers like hooks.
There was a numbness in the palm, but with just a slight twist, the sword energy disappeared in the blink of an eye.
Another figure followed closely behind, mixed with moist water vapor, and ignited another blazing flame halfway up the road.
The young martial artist slowly stretched out his middle and index fingers, bringing them in front of the incoming flames. He put his two fingers together, and there was a red long sword, which was tightly clamped on his fingertips, unable to move.
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Caught off guard, the young man suddenly noticed that there was first a moist vapor behind him, and then a thunderous fist blasting through the air, hitting his back without reservation, knocking him forward as steady as a mountain.
The young man behind him, wearing a blue robe with a faint white brilliance, was actually flying in the air.
In Xia Ze's eyes, only the enthusiasm was left. The last time he beat him with a domineering general style, he only threw three hasty punches, and he was smashed into a pool of blood with the overwhelming momentum of a mountain. This time, no matter what
For example, let him know how powerful he is.
The domineering general style is a collection of his current training and understanding, and he has achieved the most powerful fist intention. The victory lies in the purity of the fist intention, just like the spirit official beating the drum or the thunder god stirring up the thunderbolt. The more punches he punches, the more powerful he becomes.
At the first few punches, you could still feel the punches hitting the flesh. Then the martial arts boy turned around suddenly, and the punch hit his chest impartially, and there was a sound of gold and stone.
Xia Ze felt a sharp pain in his fist, as if the punch had hit hard pig iron.
The martial arts boy punched Xia Ze from the bottom up, hitting Xia Ze's chin. Naturally, Xia Ze couldn't let him succeed. He blocked the fist with one hand downwards and the palm of the other hand turned outward to protect his face in case of subsequent attacks.
However, between this punch, there was a huge gap between Xia Ze and him. The overbearing fist knocked his separate arms together, and then he was violently taken away.
By the time Xia Ze spun around in the air more than a dozen times and finally stabilized his body, there was already a surge of energy and blood in his body.
The young warrior turned his fingers and grabbed the hilt of the sword with the other hand. Lihuo Bahuangjian was frightened, and was about to run away when he was not prepared, but was held tightly in his hand, like a small insect that was constantly struggling.
Xia Ze had to admit that at this time, he was a little panicked. After all, the gap in cultivation between a strong martial artist who could not tell the difference between him and him was not under the Seventh Realm, and now, he
He also got a semi-immortal weapon that belonged to him.
The Lihuo Sword gave up its struggle, but could not bear to hurt its master with his own hands, and finally extinguished its rich fire spirit, just like an ordinary iron sword lifeless.
He slowly floated towards Xia Ze, the tip of the sword pointed directly at Xia Ze. Somehow, he stopped again, and then the hand holding the sword gently dropped. The extinct Lihuo Sword fell into the clouds and was stuck on the hill.
Above it, submerged into a rock.
Lihuo Sword was out of control, and he was overjoyed. The fire spirit rekindled on the sword. He just wanted to escape and rush to Xia Ze's aid, but found that no matter how hard he tried, he could not get away from the boulder. In the end, he had no choice but to extinguish the fire spirit.
There were drops of dew on the sword, like a woman crying.
The young martial artist stood with his hands behind his back and did not throw any punches. He yawned repeatedly and seemed to have lost interest in him.
Xia Ze was startled for a moment, then suddenly realized something.
In the fight between martial artists, the winner must be determined by boxing skills and fist intentions, which is the highest reward. Although there are many martial artists who use swords, guns and sticks, the young man's profound boxing skills and grand fist intentions made him so arrogant.
Naturally, he looked down upon the timid Xia Ze.
Xia Ze pulled it up, and the blue robe covered with various talismans was thrown away by him. He stared at the martial arts boy closely, took a deep breath of martial arts energy, straightened his body, and swayed
Punch out, ready to go.
The martial arts boy's originally indifferent eyes gradually melted away, his eyes narrowed slightly, and the corner of his mouth raised into a smile.
Xia Ze, who was on the opposite side, silently stretched out his palm, then made a fist with his palm upward, raising only one of his longest fingers: "Come on! Let's see if I don't beat you to death!"
These words were very powerful, but Xia Ze's back was already wet with cold sweat. He actually had no confidence. When these words came out of his mouth, even he felt as if he was saying: Come on, come here and beat me to death.
The young martial artist shouted low, and as expected, he jumped and suddenly came to Xia Ze, pressing his indestructible fist silently into his chest.
The terrifying force exploded in Xia Ze's chest, and there were deafening sonic booms. He screamed, flew out upside down, and finally hit a mountain peak heavily.
Rubbles rolled down and smoke filled the air.
The martial arts boy followed closely behind, quickly reached the top of the smashed hill, and stepped down.
A huge golden footprint fell from the sky with such force that it was like the top of Mount Tai.
In the dust, a figure just stood up, and was immediately trampled down by the golden paw prints, causing the flattened mountain peaks to collapse deeply.
The height of the mountain has been reduced by about ten feet, and it has become a hilly, flat mountain with no edges and corners. On the top of the flat mountain, there is a huge footprint, and on the edge of the mark, there are wisps of golden fist flames.
The young man looked at it for a long time, and was about to turn around and leave when he heard a burst of thunder from the mountains below. Then the young man felt his eyes darken, and there was a warmth on his cheeks, and then the mountain flew out uncontrollably.
The young man thought, and his body seemed to be embedded in the sky, as stable as Mount Tai. He touched his face and looked at his palms. There was a moist red color. How could this be possible? There was a trace of doubt in the young man's eyes.
Xia Ze's eyes were red, and he kept making horrifying roars from his mouth. He stepped on a black flame and flashed in front of the martial arts boy with a snap of his fingers. The five fingers with sharp claws flashed red and drew a cold arc in the air.
In the meantime, five deep scars were opened on the martial arts boy's chest, and blood was constantly spilling out.
Xia Ze seemed to have completely lost his mind. He swarmed up to him, clamped his arms tightly on the martial arts boy's wrists, and then bit him hard on the ear.
The sharp fangs pierced the flesh and blood dripped. However, Xia Ze's sharp fangs were soon broken by the martial arts boy's punch.
Xia Ze, who seemed to be going crazy, spat out a mouthful of blood, but his momentum remained undiminished. His seemingly unorganized scratching made the young martial artist seem a little out of reach. Whenever he punched and was about to counterattack, something appeared on his wrist.
, there will be dense wounds on the chest.
Suddenly, blood filled the air.
In times of crisis, Mo Qi, who had always been most afraid of young men, could no longer bear it and took the lead in launching a resistance.
Unexpectedly, the martial arts boy snorted coldly and burst out from his body a fist that shook all directions, knocking Xia Ze away.
The redness of Xia Ze's left eye completely faded, and half of his face showed a look of horror. In fact, the offensive just now was not controlled by him, but was completely controlled by the black demonic energy in his body.
The murderous young man opposite was filled with terrifying murderous aura. If he had a mighty and unrivaled domineering fist before, what was replaced now was the vicious and vicious Senhan Fist Intent.
Before Xia Ze's deliberate punch could be thrown out, the martial arts boy took the lead and stepped on Xia Ze's arm, forcibly knocking him off the mountain.
Of course, Xia Ze refused to admit defeat. As early as the moment when his fists and feet connected, he quickly used the Thousand Category Drop Kung Fu. His fist intention, physical strength, and martial arts energy were closely connected, but he was still kicked by him.
A long ravine was plowed into the mountain.
Behind him was the familiar sea water. Xia Ze secretly swore that he would never be pushed into the sea again. He shouted loudly, and in his eyes, the strong black air on his body emerged spontaneously. He grabbed the martial arts boy's legs with both hands and forcefully
One twist.
Suddenly, an incredible scene unfolded on the battlefield. The martial arts boy who was supposed to have his leg broken by Xia Ze took the lead and broke his own leg like a spinning top. Then the other strong and long leg was intact and swung.
He circled around and hit Xia Ze hard on the neck.
The whole world seemed to have been hit by a heavy object, and the mirror was like a flat drum surface, shaking slightly.
Xia Ze felt his body go limp, and the full demonic energy made him flee back to the Qi Palace in fear. Then there was a crisp sound of the bones in his neck breaking. Xia Ze felt a mixture of emotions in his heart, and then there was boundless calm, with no thoughts of resistance and no escape.
The thought of survival.
The ferocious young martial artist broke free from his restraints and twisted again. The shattered leg bones were rejoined, healed, and blended together, intact as before!
The scary thing is that when he made this series of actions, he had no expression at all, as if he felt no pain.
When Xia Ze fell to the ground, the young man had already killed him. He split his muscles and bones with a vicious move, once again withdrawing him from the tranquility of death and back to reality.
Xia Ze let out an extremely loud scream, but the young martial artist obviously had no intention of stopping and removed his ribs, spine, and leg bones one after another without damaging his flesh.
After a while, Xia Ze's screams gradually weakened, and he became as limp as mud, motionless.
The young martial artist saw that his eyes were closed tightly. He turned around and was about to leave, but found that someone was holding his ankle. He lowered his head and saw that the young man with blood on his face was struggling to hold himself up. He was spasming constantly and said with a twitching face:
"Don't go...ahem...fight with me!"
He was suddenly a little puzzled. Even though his backbone had been torn apart, he could still hold himself up. However, his movements were unambiguous. He waved a palm and a fierce wind blew Xia Ze, who had finally managed to stand up, into the mud.
inside.
This time, the head was completely connected to the feet. You can be sure that not only the spine was broken this time, but also the hip bones were crushed. He must have died this time.
In this boxing environment, even if you die, the outside world will be safe and sound. That is, the nightmare that is a hundred times more real than death outside will envelope the martial artist, and some people cannot get rid of it throughout their lives. If their mental state is damaged, they will lose it.
After losing his temper, Wu Fu came to the end of his life.
There was a rustling sound behind him, and the young martial artist turned around impatiently, only to see the young man lying on the ground, trying to raise his head over and over again.
All the bones in his body were broken, like a slug without a backbone. The slightest movement would cause the pain of tearing his limbs into thousands of pieces.
Unsurprisingly, there was another gust of wind. This time the young martial artist used 70% of his strength. He didn't even look back and strode away.
After only walking seven or eight steps, a roar suddenly came from behind him. He turned around suddenly and saw an extremely terrifying sight.
On the beach, there is a broken body, staggering and stumbling, a gust of wind can blow him down. The skinless boy has not a single piece of flesh on his body, and the fists have washed away the flesh and blood on his body, and some places are even deeply visible.
bone.
But on that crumbling body, there are five different colors of spiritual energy, wandering around the body. Wherever it goes, white bones are raw meat. Even the broken spines and broken bones are being restored to their original positions bit by bit.
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He threw a handful of fairy money to the young man and said tremblingly: "Don't leave... accompany me to finish the fight."
A puzzled look began to appear on the young man's face. He shook his head and walked away.
Xia Ze stood there helplessly, watching the young man of his age gradually go away. It wasn't until the young man disappeared that Xia Ze suddenly fell to the ground, gasping for air. He covered his mouth tightly and refused to let go.
The cry that came to my lips came out.
After a long time, he fell asleep.
What he didn't notice was that above his head, hundreds of feet into the sky, the young man was smiling, with some relief in his eyes.
After an unknown amount of time, Xia Ze woke up and found that he had not been sent out of the boxing illusion. It was already dusk. He didn't know what was going on in the outside world. He had already sent Jingmei to Yunxi Town to inform Wu Zhuan.
Just as he was thinking about it, he felt hungry. Just next to the beach, there were many shrimps and crabs cooked by the heat wave. He ignored the sediment above and threw the cooked shrimps and crabs into his mouth.
"A total of twenty-seven punches were thrown today, which is twenty-four more than yesterday."
There were waves of roaring in his ears, and Xia Ze turned his head suddenly, and found that it was the young man, standing on the beach like last time, punching brazenly in the face of the turbulent sea.
This set of boxing techniques cannot be seen to be very unpredictable, but in the hands of this young man, he must have practiced it thousands of times. Every move, every move, every move, one move, one move, one move, one move, one move, one move, one move, one move, one move, one move, one move, one move, one move, one move, one move, one move, one move, one move, one move, one move, one move, one move, one move, one move, one move, one move, one move, one move, one move, one move, one move, one move, one move, one move, one move, one move, one move, one move, one move, one move, one move, one move, one move, one move, one move, one move, one move.
In the middle, there is also a momentum like a mountain torrent and a tsunami. With a single movement of his hands, he created the world and commanded the gods to suppress the demons. It is as if this is not the boxing technique of a human warrior, but the fist of an immortal.
Xia Ze plucked up the courage, walked forward, and asked loudly: "Who are you?"
The young man just glanced at Xia Ze and remained silent while turning around and walking around in the boxing technique.
"Can I learn boxing from you?" Xia Ze asked, secretly muttering to himself that this person is not mute, right?
The young man remained silent, suddenly his fist power disappeared, and then he walked toward the sea on his own.
Xia Ze originally wanted to stand far away, but with his eyes that never forget mistakes, he memorized the boxing techniques and had room to use his hands.
The originally calm sea surface suddenly thundered loudly, and it rained heavily in an instant.
Terrible thunder and lightning suddenly fell, and a huge whirlpool suddenly formed on the sea surface. The waves rolled. Any powerful force seemed so small in front of this terrifying tide.
But that young man resolutely stepped into the sea and walked towards the constantly sweeping whirlpool. With only his martial arts physique, he punched out. The fist was like a flying arrow, piercing the waves and then submerged into the whirlpool.
In the middle, it disappeared silently.
The young man smiled slightly and punched dozens more against the waves weighing hundreds of pounds.
Xia Ze was stunned.
That morning in Yunxi Town, Lu Ying was opening his business and found a dozen scoundrels with bruises and swollen faces outside the door, as well as those gossipy women. They knelt outside the door. When they saw Lu Ying, they quickly kowtowed and admitted their mistakes and cried.
Endless.
The gangsters also want to compensate for the damage caused to the tables, chairs and tea sets in the store yesterday.
Lu Ying looked at the plump woman in the shop and the immortal-looking Wu Zhuan, and quickly hid the smile on her face.
"Ayu, I received a letter from my lord earlier. He ran into some trouble at Taoxi Temple in Diancang Mountain and couldn't escape. He needs you to go there quickly and help him."