Whew, bang.

The short-haired man and the transformed monkey were in full swing and fighting the beggar. Although there is no blade and sword shadow, flame and thunder, the collision of the body, the duel of strength, and the fist to the flesh, are still thrilling.

Whew, the short-haired man's dancing fist style collided fiercely with the beggar's fist wrapped in vindictiveness.

Boom. The short-haired man breathed unevenly and took a step back, obviously at a disadvantage. But this wasn't the first time he'd been on a disadvantage, and almost every time he attacked the beggar, he didn't dodge, just hard-hit.

Roar, seeing that the short-haired man was repulsed, the monkey didn't care about his trembling arms, and smashed out his fists at the same time.

The beggar also did not hide, and met it with both fists. Under the wrapping of the fighting spirit, the strength and speed have been qualitatively improved, although it is a late punch, but it occupies the lead.

Boom.

The monkey took three steps back, his arm was already trembling, and a cold breath rushed into the monkey's body along his arm, and his internal organs were as painful as if they were being squeezed by a big hand, and blood was already flowing out of the corners of his mouth.

After the beggar repelled the two of them one after another, he flew forward, jumped sideways, punched his right hand, and hit the short-haired man's chest firmly.

After the beggar punched the short-haired man, not only did he not retreat, but instead swung his leg with his strength and slapped it fiercely at the monkey who wanted to come forward. As a result, needless to say, even the short-haired man couldn't stand the attack, and directly pulled the monkey with a larger body to the ground, and a puff of hair scattered and fell.

The beggar did not continue to attack and knocked down the two by him, but turned his head to look at the man in black, and now there was only one man in black left, and the man in black who had been seriously injured before was also dead. The black-clothed man holding the crystal ball pulled out a long whip with his other hand, and countless whip shadows flashed and intertwined into a large net during the dance, and a vague and hazy shadow in the net was rushing to deal with it, but from time to time it would still be swept by the whip, as long as it was swept, it was a deep blood stain.

Bang, bang, bang.

The beggar came back to his senses, and the short-haired man pounced again, holding the opponent's attack with one hand, and spreading the other hand evenly, inserting it into the short-haired man's eight-pack abs. The short-haired man didn't dare to let the beggar plug in, otherwise it would be the end of the intestines and rotten stomach, so he hurriedly agitated his muscles, and the eight-pack abdominal muscles suddenly bulged.

Soon the short-haired man knew how wrong his actions were.

When the beggar's fingers poked him in the abdomen, his fighting spirit was drummed, and his momentum paused in a very short time, and he naturally bent his fingers, and a more violent force came.

The short-haired man immediately vomited out a mouthful of blood mixed with gastric juice, and before he could regain his breath, the beggar bent his fingers again, and his whole fist hit him in the stomach completely.

The short-haired man didn't care about the discomfort and pain at this time, he snorted, used the qi in his body to protect his abdomen, and used the power of the beggar's punch to close his abdomen, and at the same time hit it with a head hammer.

The beggar was not afraid, and even if he did not call for vindictiveness, he also pushed back with his head.

After a muffled sound, the beggar regretted it, he didn't expect that this short-haired man was really full of muscles, and he couldn't imagine that the whole brain was filled with muscles, otherwise how could it be so hard, like a hammer, and he was dizzy when he smashed it.

The beggar suffered from the collision of the head hammer, and the movement of his hand naturally slowed down, and by the time his strongest third punch burst out, his hand was no longer close to the abdomen of the short-haired man. And the short-haired man also breathed a sigh of relief.

Boom.

The short-haired man flew in response, retreating dozens of steps in a row, his breath was chaotic, and his abdomen was no longer sensational, as if it was not his own, abruptly lying between his upper and lower bodies.

The stomach churned. Blood spilled from the corners of his mouth again, and he was punched by a beggar in the chest before, and it was not easy to stand again now after he had been desperately trying again.

But it was his sudden desperate efforts just now that saved him, otherwise he wouldn't even be able to stand.

Roaring, the monkey's hair was scattered, a crack on his body, his bones were hot and painful, his eyes were red, and he was unwilling to let out a long howl to the sky.

"Hahaha, it's amazing, you can take me so many tricks, happy, happy." The beggar laughed, turned his vindictive, and twisted his body vigorously. The white fighting spirit burned like a flame, and the strong momentum was undoubtedly displayed.

"Hmph, even if you are a high-level martial artist, your fighting spirit protects your body, and your strength is limited, I don't believe you can take my full blow." The short-haired man frowned, this beggar is really too strong, if it weren't for the fact that he and the monkey were both powerful martial artists, he would have been beaten down a long time ago.

Whether it is martial arts, body skills, combat awareness, or momentum, it is simply not something he can compete with now. If it weren't for the fact that opponents sometimes like to fight against themselves, it would still be a question whether they could hold on until now?

The "monkey" short-haired man knew the gap between himself and the other party, and if he continued like this, the situation would not be good, so he hurriedly shouted.

The monkey understood, and he didn't care about another punch in the chest, and pounced on it.

Roar.

The monkey roared, raising his momentum to the peak, the hair on his body stood on end, and a hint of scarlet flashed in his eyes.

Bang, the more furious monkey stomped on the ground, and bullets flew out. Violently waved his furry arms, mixed with a strange aura, exerting his strength to the extreme.

The beggar also seemed to sense the monkey's unusual momentum, and couldn't help but get serious.

In the face of the monkey's almost all-out blow, the beggar did not dodge, because he felt that he could not dodge, and the strange aura was like a shackle, firmly locking him, no matter how he dodged, he would be locked.

The wave was so strong that the beggar even stopped breathing at this moment, and a large, invisible hand firmly grasped him around him.

Scold.

The beggar's aura became even stronger, and in this dark night, like a torch, the almost milky white fighting spirit doubled, and at once the monkey's suppressed aura was partially neutralized.

The beggar's hands went up and down, like tiger claws opening and closing slightly, directly meeting the monkey's bursting blow.

Boom.

A wave of qi rolled out around the two of them, and the ground under the beggar's feet had all shattered, his feet had sunk three inches, and his knees were bent unconsciously.

The monkey's eyes widened in anger, and he pressed closer, constantly pressing his opponent with amazing force. It's too strong, it's really too strong. Just now, it was the full force blow on the arm where he exploded the strength of his whole body, and even the short-haired man didn't dare to treat it casually, and this beggar followed head-on, although the other party was a little disgraced, but it was difficult for him to go any further.

As the power of his own explosion is exhausted and his momentum falls, the other party's will definitely take advantage of the situation to fight back, but these monkeys don't care anymore.

He wasn't alone, and his all-out blows were just to buy time for the short-haired man. Watching his arm being pressed back little by little, the monkey felt helpless, the fighting spirit was really strong, and he had a full blow to say that there was a weight of thousands of pounds, which was not at all something that people could bear, and he was taken down by someone, how could it not make people feel helpless.

Rumble.

The beggar shook the exhausted monkey away, and a layer of blood mist rippled between the two, and scattered hairs flew out.

The monkey was also hard, and when his arm was broken, he only snorted. After landing, the state of the ape king was also lifted, and it returned to its original form, and the two arms were already bloody and paralyzed on the ground, broken, if it weren't for the beggar not using all his strength, it would be a problem if these two arms were still there.

The beggar glanced coldly at the monkey, which was completely defenseless at this time, and showed a serious expression for the first time.

But this solemnity and seriousness are for the short-haired man.

"The Giant's Right Arm - Overlord Destroying Fist" The short-haired man said word by word, and his momentum would be stronger with each one he spoke.

Danger, I haven't felt like this for a long time, the beggar has thought that no one other than the magician can not threaten him even if he can't beat him, but in front of the short-haired man, he once again feels an aura of destruction, and the armor of the fighting spirit can't stop the feeling of fear.

There was no wind, but he felt the wind coming to him. The wind was a wisp of it, but under his feeling, it was one by one, filling the whole alley, and the beggar felt the extreme danger, and the invisible momentum smashed into his heart like a huge hammer, suppressing a suffocating depression.

"No, you can't let him punch" This is the only thought in the beggar's heart, there is such a great power without a punch, if he is completely punched, he can't bear it at all.

is also a beggar experienced, the first time he rushed over with a violent momentum, he didn't think about escaping, but can he really escape? With such a huge aura pulling, it has firmly locked on him, and unless he can reach the realm of a paladin, he can only resist head-on.

The short-haired man's face was flushed, the clothes on his upper body had turned into butterflies, and his thick right arm swelled again, and his feet were as thick as elephant legs, and the asymmetry of his left and right hands was very ridiculous, but the beggar was not even in the mood to laugh, he could completely feel the incomparably violent energy contained in his right arm.

The Dou Qi was excited to the extreme, condensed to a point, and the white Dou Qi flame-like form gathered into a round ball, and the slightly distorted air proved the energy contained in it.

This is something that the beggar has not tried before, and today in the shadow of destruction, he has not fully mastered it, and it will cause harm to the body.

Rumble.

The beggar threw a punch just as the short-haired man raised his hand, a strong white light shone out, a violent aura surged, and the dark alley suddenly lit up, and then suddenly went completely dark, as if the collision of the two had absorbed all the light.

The man in black not far away couldn't take care of his opponent at this time, for fear of being affected, and ran away from the distance. In fact, his behavior was correct, as soon as he walked with his front foot, he felt a chilling momentum surging behind him, and his back was instantly blurred with flesh and blood.

Like a dragon groaning, or like a tiger roaring, an earth-shattering sound shook the entire neighborhood, the churning waves of air scraped the face, and the raging energy destroyed all obstacles.

When a glimmer of light appeared in the alley, a tall figure gasped violently in the smoke and dust, and sweat fell down. In front of him, the walls on both sides of the alley had disappeared, and a ravine stretched out into the main road. At the end of the ravine, the beggar seemed to fall into a pool of blood, his face like gold paper, and he kept coughing up blood.

At this time, his heart was really like a churning sea, and he was terrified. Is that really human power? That monstrous momentum, unparalleled power directly blasted away his fighting spirit, seriously injured him, and now even a finger is a luxury.