c_t; Slap to death?

If someone else said this, Fang Shaobai would probably be angry even if he didn't go berserk, what kind of thing, when he Fang Shaobai Shazi said that he would shoot to death, those who were arrogant to him were comfortable in the end?

But Baqiong said that Fang Shaobai had no intention of being angry, it was not that he could be **** with cheap bones, on the contrary, he felt that this kind of words were very sincere in Baqiong's mouth, and he did not mean to pretend to be a traitor. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info

It's all death, a slap directly to death, instant death, no pain and no side effects, like a long sleep, at least 10,000 times more comfortable than those who cut the bones of the body a little bit.

The most important thing is that the strength of the overlord is really quite terrifying, just in this sentence, there is an extreme tyrannical aura all over the body, as if it is not a person standing in front of him, but an ancient Tyrannosaurus rex that is waking up.

Fang Shaobai's scalp couldn't help but feel a little numb, "Slow!" ”

Not?

The momentum of the dominant's climbing was interrupted, and he couldn't help but look at Fang Shaobai suspiciously, "Boy, what else do you have to say?" ”

Fang Shaobai said angrily: "You tasteless guy, look at yourself now, do you still look like the peak of the Ninefold Martial Artist?" ”

"Why doesn't it count? I've suppressed my cultivation at the Ninefold Martial Master, and I don't even have the peak, so I've already let you a little. ”

"Bullshit!"

It's good that Fang Shaobai didn't listen to this, but when he heard this, his brain turned black, and he had the urge to kick this bastard to death.

It's better to say than to sing, what suppressed the cultivation in the ninefold martial arts, not even the peak, and let him, this bastard hasn't moved the slightest bit of cultivation from beginning to end, relying on the physical strength of the metamorphosis to the extreme, and there is no difference at all with or without cultivation.

Fang Shaobai even suspected that with this guy's somewhat masochistic habit, even if he let go of his full strength to fight with people to the death, the number of times he used the power of cultivation was only a handful, right?

Anyway, in Fang Shaobai's eyes, this perverted guy, if he really wants to meet someone with similar strength to him, I'm afraid that when he gets excited, he will directly rush up to start a simple and rough hand-to-hand fight, and what he enjoys is the pleasure of punching to the flesh.

"Who the hell are you, Yuan Li is cultivation, physical strength is not cultivation, what kind of truth are you? When I'm stupid, you have compressed the Yuan Force to a ninefold martial artist, but the physical strength and defense have not converged at all, just like you, let alone me to challenge, even if there is a martial king, I am afraid that you will have to be kicked as a ball, right? ”

Baqiong's face was suddenly sluggish, and his tyrannical aura was also completely dispersed. [See the latest chapter of the book]

At this moment, a figure suddenly appeared more than ten meters away, Fang Shaobai's eyelids jumped, he didn't see clearly how the other party appeared, it was too fast, incredibly fast, but the arrogant face of the other party couldn't be more familiar, isn't this guy the Haoying he met in the second challenge?

At this moment, Haoying glanced at Baqiong disdainfully, and said with a smile: "Hehe, I said that you are too shameless as a reptile, why are you so treacherous when you look very honest and honest, this is good, and people can see it, it's really embarrassing to lose face to your grandma's house." ”

Hearing this, Baqiong's face turned red with anger, and as soon as he turned around and looked at Hao Ying angrily, an incomparably terrifying tyrannical aura exploded, and the muscles of his body flashed with a strange gray light, and a terrifying terrain was thrown into the sky, and suddenly there was a devastating momentum towards Hao Ying.

"Miscellaneous birds, I'll grass your uncle, what do you have to do with this, this challenge is Lao Tzu, you get out of the way of Lao Tzu..."

Knock knock!

Fang Shaobai's face turned pale, and he retreated dozens of meters one after another, unable to get rid of that monstrous pressure.

Such a terrifying momentum, such a terrifying coercion, it is simply a lifetime to see. Among the powerhouses that Fang Shaobai had met so far, he couldn't find anyone who could be compared to the overlord.

Among the powerhouses that Fang Shaobai encountered, the Martial Emperor Xiao Nutian, who had a sense of coercion far from it, was definitely a fierce man, but even Xiao Nutian seemed to be as small as an ant in front of the overlord, and he was simply a scumbag.

As for the Wine Emperor Du Kang and Xuansha Martial Emperor Bai Xuanma, the two Martial Emperors had a short confrontation, although they didn't go all out, Fang Shaobai didn't know where the bottom line of the strength of these two people was, but Fang Shaobai still had a faint feeling that ninety-nine percent of these two people were not the opponents of the dominant.

As for whether Du Wancheng, the Emperor of the Du Family in Tianluo City, which has made many people talk about the tiger's color change and is extremely hidden, can not be guessed.

Burst!

After exiting for nearly a hundred meters, Fang Shaobai spit out a mouthful of blood, feeling a little better.

"Damn, this terrifying bulb is too terrifying, just a little momentum almost shattered Lao Tzu's martial spirit, if he hits him head-on, he won't become a scum."

Looking at Hao Ying, who was bombarded by the momentum of the overlord dome without the slightest discomfort, Fang Shaobai felt a chill in his heart, where did the Canglong Beast Venerable get these guys, why were they so terrifying one by one?

"Hehe, still angry? Master, I'm not going to get out, what's the matter, if you want to fight, come on, I'm afraid you won't fight with me. ”

Haoying still looked disdainful, and didn't put Baqiong in her eyes at all. This is nothing short of provocative. Soldiers can be killed but not humiliated, can be tolerated, urine is unbearable, born to carry a handle, what to say when you are provoked by this kind of provocation.

Fang Shaobai felt that if it was him, he would have to go up and pinch it no matter what, even if he couldn't beat it, he would have to pinch it. Judging from the extremely tyrannical aura of this overlord, most of them are also warlike people, so they have to go up to fight.

Who would have thought that this overlord would wilt all of a sudden, and said with a snort: "Cut, it's okay to fight, don't hide if you have the ability, let's fight hard with real knives and guns, and then see who falls to the ground and begs for mercy." ”

Fang Shaobai staggered for a while, almost didn't spit out a mouthful of old blood, you are paralyzed, this thing looks tyrannical, why is it so tasteless, it is simply a gutless bandit, how can you let others not hide before fighting?

Sure enough, Haoying laughed proudly after listening to Baqiong's words, "I knew that you stinky reptile stupid big man didn't have the courage to fight with grandpa, just rely on you, grandpa, I'll clean you up one by one..."

Before the laughter fell, he saw that the corners of Nabaqiong's mouth hooked a trace of evil arc, and a fierce punch was aimed at Haoying straight and upright.

Pounce! Definitely a raid!

A simple straight punch is like a martial apprentice who has just learned martial arts in the world, practicing the simplest introductory martial arts, and he is not even a grade.

It was this straight punch that suddenly erupted with the strength of his body, but it made the triumphant Haoying's face change greatly, and he roared angrily, "Baqiong, you bastard, you fucking attack..."

"Hahaha, you're just the fuck, just you guts miscellaneous bird, Lao Tzu can be regarded as catching you once, don't care what sneak attack is not sneak attack, take Lao Tzu's punch and scold again."

Haoying's face suddenly became solemn, a huge and incomparably large momentum erupted, and with a support of both hands, an incomparably mysterious trajectory was drawn in an instant, and the light of the Dao flickered slightly, not as dazzling as the scorching sun of the Hengyang, but there was a sky like the wind in the sky.

Hey?

Fang Shaobai's eyesight was limited, and he couldn't see what kind of martial arts these two people were exerting. But it still feels weird.

If you remember correctly, Haoying's speed is very terrifying, even if he compresses his cultivation, it is beyond Fang Shaobai's reach, and if he spreads his body with all his strength, then I am afraid it will be an extraordinary limit.

Coupled with Baqiong's constant scolding and scolding words, Fang Shaobai was completely sure that Haoying's speed was far superior to that of Baqiong, relying on speed and body skills, Baqiong should be helpless to take Haoying.

And Haoying should also be full of fear of the combat power of the overlord, so it should rarely compete head-on with the overlord. Once the overlord makes a move, he will dodge it as soon as possible.

Then why this time, after Baqiong made a move, he simply punched a straight punch, and the attack speed was not fast, but Haoying did not dodge, but after a burst of anger, he immediately solemnly chose to confront head-on, and still took a defensive position?

That's not right!

It shouldn't be!

It's not scientific... Seeing that Baqiong's straight punch was getting closer and closer to Haoying, and the speed was getting slower and slower, Haoying's face was getting more and more ugly, and he was almost about to cry, so he almost didn't open his mouth to curse the eighteenth generation of Baqiong's ancestors.

Fang Shaobai sighed in his heart, could it be that this punch of the overlord still contains mysteries, it's not that Haoying doesn't dodge, but he can't dodge at all?

Suspicious in his heart, Fang Shaobai couldn't help but have the idea of peeping, and immediately shook the martial spirit, and all his consciousness was mobilized, completely converging on the incomparably simple straight fist of the overlord.

Even though they were a hundred meters away, the big fist of Baqiong still clearly came to mind.

Shiver!

Extremely weird trembling!

Fang Shaobai suddenly found that there was an incomparably strange tremor in the slow advancement of Baqiong's straight punch, which was a magical rhythm, as if every tremor was in line with the pulse of the universe of heaven and earth, and when he trembled, there was a boundless huge force stirring, turning into invisible ripples and attacking towards Haoying, and it was these ripples that locked Haoying's body.

An earth-shattering punch!

A terrifying punch!

The more Fang Shaobai looked at it, the more he felt a sense of fear of being crushed by the power of heaven and earth, he couldn't imagine what this punch would look like if it fell on him, oh no, I'm afraid that if this punch was aimed at him, the fist wouldn't fall on him at all, and he would have to be wiped out, under the absolute power, his martial soul and body consciousness could not be saved, and he would inevitably die.

And this punch was made by Baqiong with the strength of his body, and there was no trace of Yuan Force. It wasn't until this moment that Fang Shaobai understood that what kind of cultivation, what kind of yuan power, was meaningless to the overlord at all, so the terrifying fist technique, no matter how fierce the cultivation was, would only be crushed by the overlord!

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