Zhang Tianjiu touched his bald head and smiled dryly at Xuanyuan Ming: "Senior, this difficulty seems to be a bit big, can I apply for another opponent?"

The old man sneered: "This is already the weakest one, don't worry, there are still many physical cultivation masters waiting to learn from you." ”

Nima ...... Is there really any?

Zhang Tianjiu was dumbfounded, daring to love the old guy who ran back to the Xiuzhen world this time, it was completely to capture the prisoners, and he didn't know how many monks were installed in his independent space.

Xuanyuan Mingcai didn't bother to pay attention to what Zhang Tianjiu was thinking at the moment, and directly threw down a sentence: "The old man has already said it in front, only one of the two of you can live, each according to his ability." ”

After saying that, he turned around and walked to the corner of the cultivation room with his hands behind his back, sat down cross-legged and began to concentrate, seemingly unconcerned about the outcome of this life-and-death battle.

The unlucky middle-aged monk named Jiang Tiankui finally stood up slowly, and his eyes fell on Zhang Tianjiu, his face full of murderous intent.

Xuanyuan Ming's terrifying strength, even if he cultivates for another thousand years, he will not be his opponent, and there is absolutely no chance of winning if he resists, it is better to honestly follow the rules of the old man's game, as long as he kills the bald guy in the ant world in front of him, he can win the chance to live.

Seeing Jiang Tiankui's murderous expression, Zhang Tianjiu knew in his heart that this fight could not be avoided no matter what, so he simply stopped having illusions, shielded all distracting thoughts, and prepared to fight to the death.

The Ninth Master has encountered countless strong enemies in his life, and in the end, he can turn things around every time, how can he show his cowardice in front of a six-story building body cultivator.

Jiang Tiankui's whole body was full of momentum, and the wind blew the robe hunting, and the voice was like a loud bell: "Mole ant, take your life!"

"You're an ant, and your whole family is an ant. ”

Zhang Tianjiu scolded back unceremoniously, and his hands were not idle, and he came to Jiang Tiankui with a slippery footstep, and brazenly raised a fist bigger than a sand bowl, like a drum, and hammered it down on the top of his head.

was tortured by Xuanyuan Ming with the drum three styles for more than half a month, and under the influence of his ears and eyes, Zhang Tianjiu's punch unintentionally also had a bit of "one drum" flavor.

In the air, there was a dull explosion, as if someone was beating a war drum in the depths of the sky.

It's a pity that after all, it doesn't look like a god, and it lacks the most important unique momentum of being indomitable, hitting a hit, and never failing once it is shot.

With Jiang Tiankui's strength, Zhang Tianjiu's punch he could have easily dodged, but he stood still and didn't move.

It wasn't until the fist was about to hit the top of his head that Jiang Tiankui shouted angrily, suddenly took a step forward, and also handed out a punch, which hit Zhang Tianjiu's chest directly.

He always remembered Xuanyuan Ming's words, if he didn't kill the bald guy in front of him, he wouldn't want to live, since this was the case, then it would be better to fight quickly.

Even if it was an injury for an injury, Jiang Tiankui was confident enough to kill the other party before his whole body qi was scattered by Zhang Tianjiu.

"Bang!"

Zhang Tianjiu's fist hit Jiang Tiankui's forehead firmly, and there was a huge sound like a hammer smashing on a copper wall.

The muscles on Jiang Tiankui's face shook violently at an amplitude visible to the naked eye.

At the same time, the punch he delivered also hit the opponent accurately, smashing Zhang Tianjiu's chest to a significant depression of more than half an inch.

Zhang Tianjiu suddenly felt a sharp pain in his eardrums, and his blood was churning, and he flew out directly upside down and hit the wall hard.

Fortunately, at the beginning of the construction of this underground training room, the four walls were filled with BAT active metal components, and the defense ability is amazing, no matter how violent the impact is, it is as stable as Mount Tai.

The strength of Jiang Tiankui's punch was more than 10,000 catties, and if it smashed on any ordinary saint monk, it would shatter his body on the spot.

Zhang Tianjiu's physical strength was of course far from being comparable to that of a saint monk, but he was also beaten to the point that his heart roared, and after he fell to the ground, blood began to overflow from his mouth and nose.

However, just as he stood up and didn't have time to breathe, Jiang Tiankui suddenly sprinted, appeared in front of him at an almost teleportation speed, and with a twist of his right arm, a powerful punch hit the same position again.

Physical cultivation is in the same vein as facing the enemy, and there are no many fancy means of spiritual cultivation at all, to put it bluntly, it is nothing more than three words: fast, ruthless, and accurate.

With the fastest speed, the strongest strength, the most accurate shot, hit the most deadly weak part of the enemy's body, if you can't hit it, you will do it again, and so on, the enemy will never stop if he does not fall to the ground.

Once the spiritual cultivation is close to the body, if there is no extremely strong defensive weapon to protect it, it almost means that it will definitely die.

Of course, spiritual cultivation also has strong points, through the control of the spiritual power of heaven and earth, it is often separated by a very long distance, and the physical cultivation can be strangled remotely, and it will not give it a chance to get close at all.

The battle between physical cultivation and spirituality is somewhat similar to that of an ordinary person armed with a thermal weapon in a technological civilization, fighting across the street from a bare-handed special soldier.

If ordinary people with guns can't shoot the approaching special forces before they run out of bullets, then the end will only be a dead end, and vice versa.

And the battle between the two body cultivators was completely a protracted war of attrition.

It is even more brutal and cruel, all relying on a breath of courage, punching and kicking the opponent's body and will until one of them falls.

But at this moment, it was completely Zhang Tianjiu who was being beaten unilaterally.

Jiang Tiankui's third punch knocked him into the wall again, mixed with BAT active metal materials, and even the frontal bombardment of the energy cannon could not necessarily leave traces on the wall, there was actually an obvious dent!

Zhang Tianjiu only felt that his internal organs were about to be shattered, and a mouthful of blood spurted out, splashing Jiang Tiankui's face.

The middle-aged body cultivator didn't even wipe it, and sneered on his face: "So you have such a little ability?"

Zhang Tianjiu raised his head and grinned at him: "You are a guest from afar, Lao Tzu is willing to let you punch three times, don't you understand this truth?"

"The good of the tongue. ”

Jiang Tiankui was unmoved, snorted coldly, the bones of his whole body exploded, and his right leg was thrown out suddenly, bringing a tsunami-like wind that swept towards Zhang Tianjiu's head.

"Do you really think Lao Tzu is so easy to bully?"

Zhang Tianjiu spit out the remaining blood in his mouth, his eyes widened, and he actually learned from Jiang Tiankui's previous practice, without dodging or dodging, he picked up his arm and punched out, hitting the void inch by inch, and the target was still the opponent's forehead.

He had been hit by Jiang Tiankui three times in a row before, but it was not that he was completely powerless to fight back, but a temptation.

There are two purposes for the tentative ground, the first is naturally to weigh the true strength of the six-story building body cultivation, and the second is to calculate how long it will take for his body to recover after being hit hard by Jiang Tiankui.

Zhang Tianjiu was not a pure physical cultivator in the first place, his body had been genetically modified, and the speed of cell division and regeneration was beyond ordinary people's imagination, and with the addition of Wei Wuya's 10,000-year-old frost blossom spirit wood integrated into his body, the trauma recovery ability had reached the point of extreme perversion.

He was able to withstand Xuanyuan Ming's purgatory-like torture for half a month, and now he can still be alive, in addition to the miraculous effect of that pool of elixir bath, his own talent is also quite important.

Like Jiang Tiankui, Zhang Tianjiu also knew in his heart that the only way to defeat his opponent was to exchange injuries for injuries, and there was no room for opportunism.

And this is also Xuanyuanming's original intention.

Tempering the strength of the body is only secondary, and sharpening the will is its true intention.

Before Zhang Tianjiu crossed over, although he had experienced countless battles and battles, many of which were tests of life and death, he rarely encountered such hostile scenes.

There are no mechas, no fire support, and no monks' magic weapons, and they all rely on a pair of flesh and blood fists to fight.

Purely in terms of strength, Zhang Tianjiu is even worse than Jiang Tiankui, and he should have no chance of winning, but he has a special advantage that his opponent does not have, that is, the super recovery ability mentioned earlier.

The strength of physical cultivation is manifested in the power of terror and the tenacity of the body.

If Zhang Tianjiu wants to win the final victory, he must use his strengths and avoid his weaknesses, and drag Jiang Tiankui into an endless and protracted war of attrition by accurately calculating the damage value that the two can inflict on each other, as well as the corresponding recovery speed.

Even if he will be relatively passive at first, as time goes by, the subtle effect of eliminating the other's strengths will begin to be revealed, and by the time Jiang Tiankui realizes that the situation is wrong, it is estimated that it will be too late.

"Bang bang!"

Two bangs were heard at the same time.

After the two sides exchanged punches and kicks, their bodies fell back and fell back for dozens of meters, but the next moment they were immediately entangled together.

The entire underground cultivation room, only a few hundred square meters, was filled with a murderous aura of confrontation between the two armies at this moment.

More than ten minutes passed, and the solid alloy ground had long been like a piece of black land that had been plowed over, with ravines and potholes everywhere.

And the walls on all sides were also smashed out of more than a dozen shocking depressions, stained with blood.

The life-and-death struggle between the two continues, and there is no sign of stopping.

Although Zhang Tianjiu seemed to be still at a disadvantage, the expression on his face did not have the slightest sense of decadence, but became more and more frustrated, and a pair of bright eyes were burning with fierce fighting intent.

Jiang Tiankui's robe had long been tattered, revealing slightly golden skin.

Buddhist monks have always been known for their super defensive power, and their golden bodies have three realms.

Undefeated, indestructible, immortal.

The peak body cultivation of the six-story building, the strength of the physical body is already equivalent to the undefeated golden body of the Buddhist family, and it is not easy to break it.

Between the lightning and flint, the two exchanged fists and kicks again.

Zhang Tianjiu kicked Jiang Tiankui in the abdomen, and Jiang Tiankui's fist also slammed into Jiu Ye's chest.

The middle-aged physique cultivator was kicked into the air and flew upside down, knocking the wall out of a big hole, but his figure did not stagnate, his feet suddenly kicked on the wall, and with the help of the catapult, like an arrow from the string, he shot towards Zhang Tianjiu.

Everywhere they passed, the steel chips on the ground were crushed into powder by an invisible wind.