Seeing that his powerful Holy Lion Fist only made Li Qingfeng take two steps back, the nine-headed Holy Lion opened his mouth with a look of surprise.

You must know that the nine-headed holy lion is a top-grade demon saint, two realms higher than Li Qingfeng.

He just thought that he could easily beat Li Qingfeng to death with the Holy Lion Fist, and even if he couldn't kill Li Qingfeng, he would be seriously injured, but he didn't expect Li Qingfeng to be fine.

Not only were the Nine Sacred Lion shocked, but the other cultivators around were also surprised, especially those Holy Sons and Holy Maidens of the Superior Saint Sect.

Haotian Holy Son, Linglong Holy Maiden, Heavenly Sword Holy Son, and Crazy Sword Holy Son all cast surprised glances at Li Qingfeng.

You must know that the strength of the four of them is also a top-grade saint, but now seeing that the nine holy lions did not kill Li Qingfeng made them feel a threat.

Li Qingfeng is just a low-grade saint, he can fight with a high-grade demon saint, if Li Qingfeng is allowed to break through to a high-grade saint, it is not invincible in the same realm.

Haotian Holy Son glanced at Li Qingfeng, a cold light flashed in his eyes, and he was secretly thinking about whether to go up and give Li Qingfeng a blow.

The Linglong Holy Maiden next to her saw Haotian Holy Son's thoughts, and said lightly: Haotian Holy Son, you are also a top 30 figure on the Hidden Dragon List, how could you bully a low-grade saint?

Haotian Holy Son frowned slightly, and said: Linglong Holy Maiden, do you know that guy, that's why you protect him.

The Linglong Holy Maiden shook her head and said: "Haotian Holy Son, I don't know that human being, and I haven't seen it before, but I just feel that we are all figures with heads and faces in front of the Hidden Dragon List, even if we want to attack Li Qingfeng, we have to let him and the Nine Holy Lion separate the winner from the loser."

Haotian Holy Son nodded and said, "Don't worry, I naturally know how to measure."

Not far away, although Li Qingfeng confronted the nine-headed holy lion, his ears were extremely sensitive to hearing, and he had already heard the conversation between the Haotian Holy Son and the Linglong Holy Maiden not far away.

For the Holy Son of Haotian, Li Qingfeng was extremely unhappy in his heart, I don't know you, I didn't provoke you, you still want to deal with me, it's really nothing to do.

But for the Linglong Holy Maiden, Li Qingfeng had a good impression in his heart, this beautiful woman actually helped herself speak at a critical time.

If the Haotian Holy Son made a move just now, Li Qingfeng would be in danger, let Li Qingfeng deal with a nine-headed holy lion, Li Qingfeng would have already used all his strength, and one more Haotian Holy Son would definitely cause huge damage.

The Linglong Holy Maiden didn't know that it was precisely because she spoke for Li Qingfeng just now that she helped her escape in the future Immortal Trial.

Li Qingfeng even saved her life and gave her some treasures in the future in order to thank her for her help now, of course, these are all later words.

The nine-headed holy lion looked at Li Qingfeng in front of him, and said with a cold face: "Yes, you can actually block my holy lion fist, but I want to see if you can resist my punches."

The nine-headed holy lion operated the Saint Yuan in his body, and all of it was input above his fist.

His body rose into the air and began to grow in size, the size of 10,000 zhang, the size of a mountain.

The bodies of the other cultivators around them all retreated, for fear of being affected, and they couldn't withstand the violent energy emanating from the nine-headed holy lion at all.

Not only that, but nine heads, eighteen arms, and eighteen fists grew above the bodies of the nine holy lions.

These eighteen fists, each of which stands up to the sky and the earth, is proud of the sky, the size of a small mountain bag, it can be said that the volume of a fist is several times larger than Li Qingfeng's body.

Li Qingfeng smiled faintly and said: It's transformed, it's a little interesting.

Li Qingfeng was not afraid, and he himself did not transform, because Li Qingfeng had already discovered just now that when the Sacred Lion of the Nine Heads of Sacred Lion punched his fist, although he beat himself backwards, it stimulated the power of the mortal prison body in his body.

There are two most important aspects of mortal cultivation in the Hell Body, one is to cultivate and absorb the ghost qi of hell by yourself.

But after all, this is the human world, not hell, and the aura of hell is relatively weak, so relying only on Li Qingfeng's own cultivation speed is a bit slow.

Another way is to rely on the other party's cultivation, let the cultivator who is stronger than Li Qingfeng use his own physical attack to hit Li Qingfeng's body, temper the prison body in his body, and let the prison body stimulate the hell runes, so as to exercise his physical body and make his physical body more powerful.

Li Qingfeng's current physical body is equivalent to the strength of 50 million catties, but it is far from enough, he has to become stronger.

After the body of the nine-headed holy lion became 10,000 zhang in size, in his eyes, Li Qingfeng had already turned into an ant, which could be crushed at will.

The nine-headed holy lion said with a murderous face: Li Qingfeng, I don't care what exercises you practice, can you catch my punch, can you still catch my eighteen fists, today I will use eighteen fists to smash you into a meatloaf.

The nine-headed holy lion let out a loud shout, his body was full of saint-level order runes, and he swung eighteen fists to hit Li Qingfeng's body from all directions, and he wanted to smash Li Qingfeng into a meatloaf from eighteen directions.

Li Qingfeng operated the mortal prison body in his body, exuding black energy all over his body, and there were black tadpole runes on his body surface that were constantly swirling, which was the order of hell.

At the same time, the golden aura in Li Qingfeng's body was also emanated, and the golden aura and the black aura were intertwined, containing more majestic energy.

Hell Fist!

Li Qingfeng let out a loud shout, and kept waving the fists in his hand, colliding with the eighteen fists in the sky.

But those eighteen fists were too many, and the attack angles were extremely tricky, attacking from all directions, Li Qingfeng could block the fists in front, but he couldn't block the fists in the rear.

Bang bang......

Several fists of the nine-headed holy lion smashed on Li Qingfeng's back, instantly beating his back to the point that his clothes were torn, his muscles and bones were broken, and he opened his mouth to spit out a mouthful of blood, and his face turned pale.

Before Li Qingfeng could react, another fist was smashed from the left side, hitting him in the ribs, directly knocking his body upside down and flying out.

Seeing that Li Qingfeng was injured, the Blood Sea Saint, Mu Qing Saintess, Lan Yun and others in the distance all had a trace of worry in their eyes, they had a crush on Li Qingfeng, and naturally they didn't want Li Qingfeng to have an accident.

The black puppy looked calm and relaxed, and there was no worry at all, because it was confident in Li Qingfeng's strength.

Although Li Qingfeng vomited blood from his mouth and was injured in his body, Li Qingfeng not only did not get nervous, but became a little excited.

When Li Qingfeng was injured, the broken bones were a piercing pain for him, but the next moment, the mortal prison body in his body was exuding a black energy aura that was repairing his broken bones.

At the same time, his broken bones are being polished, becoming darker and stronger.

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