Lin Yu punched one after another, and blasted out without hesitation.

In the face of the strength of the God incarnation, he forcibly penetrated the other party as if he wanted to penetrate the drop of water.

The power of terror is endless.

A wave has not stopped, and another wave has risen.

After a series of loud bangs, Lin Yu threw the tenth punch.

This time, God incarnate isn't just shaking his shoulders.

Wow, he involuntarily took three steps back.

In the case of maintaining absolute superiority.

God incarnate, for the first time, retreated in the hard shock of the front.

The momentum of the charge, there is no advance or retreat!

The ambition of the battle, there is death and no life!

Although his physical body is stronger, he does not have Lin Yu's indomitable spirit.

Lin Yu, on the other hand, seems to be able to break his own shackles at the most critical moment.

Faster, stronger, more domineering.

Every time he threw a punch, a feeling would emerge in Lin Yu's heart: this punch was the pinnacle of his life.

However, the next time he threw a punch, another belief would grow in his mind.

I can be faster, I can be stronger, I can be more domineering.

It is this incomparably firm belief that allows him to take another step on the peak he has just reached.

It is as if he is stepping on the ladder of green clouds, climbing up endlessly.

Lin Yu just punched, and he had nothing else to think about.

At the tenth punch, the God Avatar finally took three steps back.

Although he had to take three steps back, he still had the absolute upper hand.

Lin Yu's fists were dripping with blood, and his flesh and skin were open.

Look at the incarnation of God again, his hands are safe and sound, shining with gold and jade.

"Hehe, the Heavenly Dao Returning Yuan Reincarnation Fist is really domineering, the only fly in the ointment is that the enemy is injured by a thousand, and the self-damage is eight hundred, I really want to see, in terms of your physical condition, how many punches can be supported, and how powerful the last punch is!"

In the sound of laughter and groaning, there is a calmness.

The playful tone seems to be deliberately playing tricks on the opponent.

It seems as if God incarnate has won the battle.

It's like a mischievous cat, fiddling with a mouse under its paws.

But Lin Yu was unmoved, and still punched in an orderly manner.

It's still the same move, stride, sink shoulders, punch.

It seems that nothing in the world can stop it.

Boom!

The eleventh punch came out with a blast.

Compared with the previous ten punches, it is more powerful and domineering.

The power is also more surging.

The strength of the fist is like a volcano erupting suddenly.

The invisible energy fluctuations caused ripples in the surrounding void to appear like materialization.

The ripples spread rapidly, collapsing the space.

The sky is full of energy, rolling up and the wind is howling.

Breaking through the sky again and again, there is infinite killing potential.

A fist, pressing across the sky.

It is like wanting to penetrate the heavens and the earth, and it hits out with a bang.

The vastness of power is overwhelming.

Time stands still, and space freezes.

Endless momentum, shocking the heavens.

The power contained in this punch is really unimaginable.

Like a blazing fire stirring up the sky, like a wind sweeping clouds.

The power of a punch, who dares to do it.

This time, there was a solemnity in the eyes of the God incarnate.

Instead of punching each other, he opted for a flat palm.

The palm shadow was in the void, crossing an incomparably mysterious trajectory.

Gently put it on your fist and pull it off with force.

In the face of the crazy Heavenly Dao Reincarnation Fist, Rao is strength is unfathomable, and he does not dare to continue to shake it.

With a fluttering palm, countless spatial barriers were conjured.

An origin thunderbolt bloomed in the palm of his hand.

In the palm shadow, there is an incomparably tragic atmosphere.

Endless light, in the midst of it.

Four in one!

With a simple palm, the four supreme masteries are integrated.

In the palm wind, there is a supreme momentum.

It seems that the world is under control.

Rumble......

This time, the muffled sound was slightly weaker than the previous one.

On the surface, it seems that the force of the collision is waning.

But in reality, the force of the two impacts continued unabated.

Lin Yu's fist was more domineering than any punch before.

The palm unleashed by the incarnation of God contained countless rules, disintegrating the incoming fist power layer by layer.

But no matter how many changes and thousands of rules, after all, they can't get rid of that unswerving, indomitable, and immortal for that moment.

The extremely condensed fist intent is indestructible.

Although it cannot be called eternal, it is enough to have a moment of immortality.

Boom!

The God Avatar swept a graceful trajectory in the void, and its body withdrew ten meters away.

Zhou's body was full of energy, and most of his fist intent was removed.

The backward posture is so relaxed, so free.

Leisurely strolling in general, if the empty man dance.

Although his feet were ten meters back, it still gave the illusion of having the absolute upper hand.

However, if you retreat, you will retreat after all.

No matter how graceful the posture of regression is, it cannot change the essence of the facts.

The relaxed pace and calm posture just add a little embellishment to the facts.

At this moment, Lin Yu was still as calm as ever.

The previous decline did not cause any frustration in his mood.

Today's momentum also did not breed the slightest joy in his heart.

He was still so calm, so focused.

In my heart, there is nothing else to think about except punching.

The twelfth punch was blasted out.

Stride, sink shoulders, punch.

The movements are exactly the same, but the more natural and smooth.

The punch may seem slow, but it gives people an intuition that there is no way to avoid it in the sky and on the ground.

An endless destructive aura enveloped the entire heavens and the earth.

The surrounding space is like boiling water, turbulent and violently shaken.

At this time, Lin Yu had no intention of stopping.

Even, the flesh on a pair of fists has bloomed.

Even, the muscles and bones in a pair of iron arms almost collapsed.

But the twelfth punch still came quickly.

Rumble!

At this moment, the God incarnation could no longer maintain a calm expression.

The dignified color filled the eyes.

His hands kept crossing arcs in the void.

The power of space, mixed with thunder, light, and the breath of war, blends together perfectly.

A supreme, vast and infinite momentum rolled away.

Like the long river of time, and like the general trend of heaven and earth, it is unstoppable, and everything is wrapped in it.

But that fist is so firm.

Under the wash of endless breath, it is still unwavering and indestructible.

Pure power, extreme power, condensed in this punch.

There is no way out, and when he punches, Lin Yu didn't think about retreating.

He was like a seeker, single-minded.

Although, the muscles and bones in his arms are almost broken.

Although, the skin of the fists was open and bloody.

But his eyes are still so firm and condensed.

Without this punch, there is nothing else to think.

Lin Yu, who was under heavy pressure, was mentally condensed to the extreme.

Boom!

The sound of collision sounded again.

The God Avatar rebounded with a punch and swept backwards for hundreds of meters.

The look is no longer calm and calm before.

A pair of palms, trembling slightly.

He stood still in the void, staring at Lin Yu opposite.

From the eyes of this young man, there is no crazy murderous aura, nor can I see the tide of battle intent.

Only, a little insistence compressed.

That little persistence is hidden deep in the deepest part of the eyes.

This son's state of mind really surprised him.

Attentive and attentive, no distractions.

The essence inside and outside the body is condensed and compressed into one point.

At this moment, the God incarnation finally felt a ray of mortal crisis.

The young man in front of him punched without the slightest drag and water, without any restraints.

Even if you know that if you continue to punch, you may break your meridians, your soul will collapse, and your flesh and blood will be shattered.

But it's still so unhesitating, so unstoppable.

Now, the time has finally come for God incarnates to make a choice.

Or, keep throwing punches until your body can't withstand the surging backlash.

Or, find a way to interrupt the other party's rhythm and break the opponent's momentum.

If this young man was allowed to continue, he himself could not guarantee that he would be able to withstand a few punches!

Because of the opponent's fist, it is getting stronger and stronger, and it is becoming more and more domineering.

The invincible posture, the clearer, the more condensed.

So much so that he couldn't help but feel a trace of fear lingering.

When God incarnates, he realizes that a trace of fear grows in his heart, and he leaves his anger.

This kind of strange emotion has never been seen before.

All along, he has been praised and worshiped by the world.

Even if he does nothing, he can bring hope to believers.

He is all-knowing and all-powerful, and is the only true God in the hearts of believers.

But how can God be afraid?

Aren't you a god?

Just when the years of self-denial breed a trace, it is immediately erased by him.

What followed was a furious killing intent!