Sun Ning's three consecutive punches used the same technique, but the power of each punch was slightly stronger than the previous one.
This can only show that he always has some energy left.
But for Qingsongjian, this was a disaster.
Even the first punch with the least power was very difficult for him to dodge, not to mention that the punches continued one after another, and what was even more abnormal was that the power continued to increase.
After the third punch, blood oozed from the corners of Qingsongjian's mouth.
After the fourth punch, Qingsongjian couldn't bear it any longer and spurted out a mouthful of blood.
After the fifth punch, blood spurted from Qingsongjian's mouth, and he staggered, almost unsteady.
But Sun Ning was not sloppy at all and showed no mercy.
He threw the sixth punch!
There is still no difference between this punch and the previous five punches, in terms of the posture in which he exerts force, the techniques used, and even the techniques used.
But its fist power formed a terrifying fist that was dozens of feet long, more than a foot thick, and winding like a black python, running through the entire holy war platform, and its power was astonishing.
"Oh my God! This person's strength is really terrifying!"
"The first punch was so terrifying, but I didn't expect that the power of each punch he punched would steadily increase. I have never seen that using the exact same moves over and over again can produce such fierce power. This can only show that until
Now, Sun Ning is still keeping his hand!"
"Who else is stupid enough to say that Sun Ning is not worthy of his name as the Saint King? With these few boxing techniques alone, his strength is enough to crush the entire Holy War Stage!"
"In my opinion, Sun Ning is fully capable of killing Qingsongjian instantly. But he was angered by Qingsongjian, so he accepted seven moves and used seven punches to destroy Qingsongjian. One punch is not too much, and one punch is not enough.
No less. This is the arrogance of a truly strong man!"
By this time, the entire Jihad Stage was in an uproar.
Everyone witnessed the power of the black python's fist with their own eyes. The power continued to increase and the damage became greater and greater. Only then did they have a clear understanding of Sun Ning's strength.
Even Holy Aunt Jinlan, who had always had a worried look in her beautiful eyes, now felt completely convinced.
This young man, after all, has the Nine Heavens Divine Dragon and has reached a height unimaginable by ordinary people.
When the Master of Niyang Palace, Lord of the West and others saw this, they all showed awe in their eyes.
With their vision, they naturally saw Sun Ning's strength more accurately than ordinary people, and they knew how terrifying this strength was.
Lingzhu Sword and Plum Blossom Sword, although they were covered with bamboo hats and veils, their eyes were full of fear and shock at this time.
boom!
In this situation, the sixth punch arrived as expected.
That huge black python's fist power was like a hungry ancient monster, sweeping across the holy war platform crazily. Even if the Qingsong Sword tried to dodge it, it could no longer dodge the power of the fist that covered the sky and the sun.
The wind of fists raged past, revealing Qingsong Sword, who was covering his chest, vomiting blood and vomiting blood in his mouth, unsteady and with a pale face.
This punch completely severely injured him, making him completely unable to fight back.
Sun Ning's expression was cold, and he slowly descended from the void, like an immortal descending to the mortal world.
Then, his indifferent eyes, which made people think that life was like a piece of grass, fell on the trembling Qingsong Jian.
Seeing this scene, Plum Blossom Sword in the stands couldn't bear it any longer and shouted: "Master Sun, Qingsong Sword has been severely damaged by you, let's stop now!"
The Holy War Arena is a place where warriors fight regardless of life and death, and it is itself a arena. In the martial arts spirit of the entire plane, once on the arena, no one else can help, no matter what the reason.
Therefore, during the battle between Spring and Autumn Divine Sword Xiao Qiushui and Master Qi Qing that day, even though the former was severely injured, no one from the other Thirteen Swordsmen of the Ten Directions came to help. Otherwise, they would be ridiculed.
Plum Blossom Sword's behavior at this moment is actually suspected of interfering in the fighting situation between the two warring parties, which is against the spirit of martial arts.
"Why should we just stop here?"
Sun Ning's eyes turned cold and he asked coldly.
As if feeling the coldness in Sun Ning's eyes, Plum Blossom Sword softened his tone and said loudly: "Young Master is an unparalleled genius. Since we have won, there is no need to kill them all. Isn't it right? You have to be merciful and merciful, if you can
Stop, I, Suihan Sanjian, owe you a favor."
After a pause, he said with a hint of warning: "What's more, when you fought, Qingsongjian gave you seven moves and never fought back. If you kill him in this situation, I'm afraid
Is it possible to win without using force?"
"Yeah?"
Sun Ning suddenly met his head, his long hair flying, his two lightning-like eyes, with sharp and sharp eyes like thunder and lightning, pointed directly at the Plum Blossom Sword, with a cold meaning in his eyes, and said solemnly: "You three swords of Suihan
, you are so brave, everyone dares to talk to me like this!"
Under this sharp and cold look, Plum Blossom Sword's heart tightened, and a sense of fear arose for no reason.
The originally noisy stands around him suddenly became quiet when they saw him being so angry.
Sun Ning's voice was sonorous and as cold as iron.
"Since you are on the holy war platform, you must be prepared to be defeated and killed. This place has never been a place where you can come and go as you please, this is one of them!"
"I, Sun Ninggui, am the fourth Saint Warrior in the Great Sage World in the past century, and the first Saint King in the past 100,000 years since my title was established. How esteemed my status is. Even the saints in the Great Sage World treat me with courtesy. Qingsong
As soon as Jianfu came on stage, he dared to threaten me with seven moves, question my strength as the Holy Fighter King, and provoke me, second of all!"
"Now that things have come to this, you still dare to threaten me. I want to ask you, who are you, the Three Swords of Suihan, that you dare to offend me like this? As for your favors, in my eyes, Sun Ning, they are nothing!"
"Let me tell you one more thing. Even if I use my full strength with the Qingsong Sword, I can easily kill him with one sword. Even if I give him a hundred moves, it will be easy to kill him. How can I say that I can win without using force?"
At this point, Sun Ning sighed quietly, and his tone softened, but the mocking indifference became deeper and deeper: "It seems that I was too kind and spared the lives of many people, so that I let you ignorant people
Do you think that I, Sun Ning, can be easily offended?"
"Today, I will let you know the consequences of offending me!"
After saying this, Sun Ning looked at Qingsongjian, who had lost his ability to fight, with fear in his eyes, and said coldly: "I will operate on you first!"
As soon as he finished speaking, Sun Ning punched him.
This punch, carrying terrifying energy, set off a terrible hurricane. In the violent wind and waves, there was a vague howling and roaring of an angry dragon, which shook the surrounding areas and made people feel inexplicable.
The terrifying power of the fist swept past like an autumn wind sweeping away fallen leaves. When it dissipated, Qingsong Sword and his person were no longer there.
His body, soul, and even all traces left in this world were destroyed into nothingness.
At this moment, Sun Ning punched out in anger, and with the seventh punch as promised, he exploded the Qingsong Sword! (To be continued)