When Asaman flew out, Xiao Jiu quickly chased after him, continued to raise his fists, and kept bombarding him.
boom!
Asaman was punched in the chest.
Click!
Broken sternum.
Asa's mouth spurted blood and flew out again.
"go to hell!"
With murderous intent on his face, Xiao Jiu chased after him again, hoping to take the opportunity to kill Asaman.
"Manimani hum..."
Asaman recited a spell silently in his mouth, and a white light was released from the scepter again.
This white light quickly enveloped Xiao Jiu.
However, Xiao Jiu turned a blind eye and broke through the white light like a fierce tiger, punching Asaman in the head from a distance.
In a hurry.
Asaman had no choice but to confront Xiao Jiu head-on. The two collided and started a life-and-death fight.
"boom!"
Two people go shopping.
Two blurry shadows were seen colliding rapidly. Even masters like Qinglong and Qilin could not clearly see the trajectory of Xiao Jiu and Asaman's attacks.
"too strong!"
Qinglong exclaimed: "If the champion is not injured, that old guy may not be able to stop him."
Qilin felt the same and said: "The champion's fists are terrifying. If he were in his prime, I might not even be able to block his punch."
boom!
boom!
boom!
The sound of collision continued.
After a while.
The two figures flew out separately.
There were a lot of blood stains on Asaman's white gown, and the corners of his mouth were bleeding, making him look a little embarrassed.
On the other hand, Xiao Jiu also continued to vomit blood.
Asaman wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth and said: "Xiao Jiu, everyone in the world calls you the God of War in the North. In my opinion, you are worthy of your name."
"You are seriously injured, but you still have such fighting power, I admire you very much."
"It's a pity that your cultivation is not as good as this priest, and you are injured, so you still cannot escape death today."
"By the way, I have never seen your boxing technique before. What kind of boxing technique is this?"
Asaman was a little curious.
Xiao Jiu's fists were filled with boundless domineering energy, their momentum was frightening, and their attack power was even more terrifying.
The most terrifying thing is that this kind of boxing can also help Xiao Jiu improve his combat power.
Xiao Jiudao: "The boxing technique I use is called Ba Fist!"
Domination boxing?
Asaman frowned, he had never heard of this kind of boxing technique before today.
Xiao Jiu followed: "I created it myself."
In an instant, everyone was moved.
"The champion actually created such a terrifying boxing technique. It's really... terrifying!"
There was fanatical admiration on Qilin's face.
Since ancient times, anyone who can create their own kung fu is a martial arts genius.
Many martial arts masters, even with all their efforts, cannot create a single move of their own.
This is just like today's calligraphers and painters who all want to be their own school. However, from ancient times to the present, only a handful of them can really do it.
Xiao Jiu is only in his thirties, but he has already reached a height that is difficult for others to reach in their lifetime. He can only be described in four words -
Stunningly talented!
Ye Wudi admired him: "Xiao Jiu is indeed a great man in the world. If he hadn't been injured, that old guy might not have been able to block his fist."
Ye Qiu nodded slightly, agreeing with Ye Wudi's words.
Xiao Jiu indeed has the ability to defeat the masters on the God List.
At this moment, in addition to admiring Xiao Jiu, Ye Qiu also understood that although his skill had greatly increased and he had mastered many trump cards, there was still a big gap between him and Xiao Jiu.
For example, Xiao Jiu cultivated three channels of true energy.
Xiao Jiu can create his own kung fu.
These are things Ye Qiu doesn't have now.
"I must work harder to catch up with Xiao Jiu as soon as possible." Ye Qiu secretly encouraged himself.
There was also a hint of fear in Asaman's eyes.
He had a strong premonition that if Xiao Jiu did not die today, the Brahmins would be annihilated in the future.
No matter what, Xiao Jiu must be killed!
Think of this.
Asaman said loudly: "Xiao Jiu, use all your domineering fists. This priest will give you one last chance."
"Don't worry, I won't let you down." Xiao Jiu rushed over, his fist moving forward, and the sound of wind and thunder sounded in the air.
Three consecutive punches landed.
Bang!
Asaman was knocked away and blood spurted from his mouth.
Xiao Jiu stepped forward and continued to punch out with his fists, his domineering attitude boundless.
Three more punches.
Asaman was beaten back again by him.
Although he has a high level of cultivation and is an excellent head-lowering master, Xiao Jiu's domination fist is really terrifying.
Even when facing Xiao Jiu's fist, Asaman felt an unmatched sense of fear in his heart.
"No wonder he was named the Champion. He is really as brave as a champion. Such a person cannot be retained and must die."
"Besides, too many Brahmins have died in order to kill him."
Just when Asa was thinking about this, Xiao Jiu's fist struck again.
Bang bang bang!
Xiao Jiu punched three more times.
These three punches were so violent that they split Asa's skin and flesh, and shattered his shoulder blades.
Blood flowed like a stream.
"Xiao Jiu, although you are strong, you can't kill me."
Sa'amman recited a spell silently in his mouth, and he didn't know what method he used. The wounds on his body were healing at a speed visible to the naked eye.
Although the speed of recovery is not as fast as Ye Qiu's innate energy, it is not slow either.
Ye Qiu noticed this scene keenly and said in a deep voice: "No, this old guy has mastered the secret technique of repairing wounds. If he continues like this, his injuries will soon recover."
"Kill him before he recovers from his injuries." Ye Wudi carried the Daxia Dragon Bird and walked out.
Xiao Jiu was closest to Asaman, so he naturally noticed Asaman repairing his wounds and raised his right fist high.
Three rays of true energy swirled on the fist.
The violent flow of breath.
Everyone felt the boundless domineering power from Xiao Jiu's fist.
Then, Xiao Jiu moved.
He concentrated all his strength into his right fist, jumped up high, and punched Asaman on the head.
This punch gathered Xiao Jiu's life-long energy.
Asaman hurriedly waved his staff and prepared to face the enemy.
However, when Xiao Jiu was still three meters away from Asaman, he suddenly fell from the air to the ground, and the domineering energy on his body disappeared instantly.
Looking at Xiao Jiu again, his face was pale and his whole person was extremely depressed.
The sudden change caught everyone by surprise.
Asaman was stunned for a moment, then laughed loudly: "Champion, it seems that God is going to kill you, so how dare I live up to God's will? I can only give you a ride."
Xiao Jiu was unwilling to give in. He created the Thirty-Six Styles of Hegemony Fist. The punch just now was the strongest punch. Only because he was seriously injured and lacked physical strength, he failed to unleash the power of this punch at the last moment, resulting in
Falling short of success.
"Maybe it's really God who wants to kill me!"
Xiao Jiu sighed deeply in his heart, closed his eyes, and waited for death to come.
Asaman raised his scepter and quickly hit Xiao Jiu's head. At this moment——
boom!
A shocking sword light fell from the sky, like a landslide and a tsunami.
