The dark brown aura formed a wave of fists, Lei Haolan flashed in front of Su Chuanfang in a few steps, gasped, and hit the girl's straight chest with the "Zhang Shrinking Fist".

His punch exerted ten percent of the spiritual pressure, and he had the intention of becoming benevolent if he was unsuccessful.

Su Chuanfang's pupils shrank slightly, and in the face of this chest blow, the energy burst out from the spiritual pressure alone was like a knife that made the girl's face hurt.

But Miss Su's footsteps were still not delayed by half a minute.

Even if she is about to meet the realm of life and death, she will never pause a little.

Seeing that this punch was less than five feet away from the girl's chest, Lei Haolan's face was full of ecstasy. Even a master in the middle stage of spiritualization would not dare to resist at such a distance.

Unless this girl's cultivation has reached the legendary spiritual period, but with her age, if it is really the spiritual period, she must have a spirit beast with the real name of the talisman.

Lei Haolan looked at it for a long time just now, and she didn't find any sigils on the back of the girl's hand. In addition to the possibility of his loneliness, there will only be one result - Su Chuanfang's skills are definitely inferior to himself!

Thinking of this, his ten fingers clenched even tighter, intending to use this blow to directly solve this threat.

Finally, Lei Haolan's fist hit. But the place where he hit was not a girl's chest.

"Poof——!" A large amount of blood spurted out of Zhan Feihong's mouth, and he finally grabbed Su Chuanfang's body at the most critical moment, but he didn't have time to choose a position to resist the opponent's attack.

"Uh-" The overwhelming spiritual pressure of the fist slammed the young man's thin body to the ground, and Zhan Feihong only felt that the crimson world was covered with a layer of black mist, and he was about to close his eyes.

But at this moment, he vaguely saw Su Chuanfang's face through the haze.

Miss Su's white face was stained with the blood splashed by Zhan Feihong, but the corners of her mouth were upturned.

This smile was accompanied by two hot tears that had already slid down to the chin.

Zhan Feihong couldn't help blinking, he lowered his head blankly, and Su Chuanfang's little foot left the ground again.

She was still following her instructions。。。。。。

I can't lose!!

The young man's heart is like a fire burning, and his mind is full of the original promise - life and death protection!

What does it mean to protect each other?

Could it be that she was lying quietly on the ground, allowing others to abuse her?!

Zhan Feihong's eyes rekindled a crimson fire, he stepped out of his already weak legs and feet, and turned around and stood in front of Su Chuanfang again.

His block just blocked Lei Haolan's second attack. And the power of this second attack is also ten percent powerful.

If it really hits the boy, I am afraid that his ribs will be broken at least three times, and they will be deeply rooted in the internal organs.

At that time, how much chance would he have of surviving?

But in this desperate situation, Zhan Feihong didn't even have the slightest idea of dodging, just because Miss Su was standing behind him!

But if you don't dodge, it doesn't mean that Su Chuanfang won't be injured.

Although there is still a gap between the power of this ten-foot shrinking fist and Qianjun fist, it is enough to knock Zhan Feihong into Su Chuanfang's body. That force of collision was unbearable for a spiritual cultivator with the strength of the Spiritual Movement Period, let alone a weak ordinary girl.

In an instant, Zhan Feihong's mind flashed through the number of ways to do it, but there was none of them.

Eventually, he crossed his hands over his chest like lightning and watched as the brown aura-filled fist slammed between his palms.

The golden aura burst out from his arm again, and this punch took the method of hard topping.

Zhan Feihong's elbows, shoulders, and even his sternum all made a "gurgling" sound, and a mouthful of blood spilled out of his mouth again, staining his neck red along his chin.

Licking the blood from his mouth, a glimmer of hope flashed in his eyes.

After three observations by Jiaolong's double pupils, he finally understood the secret of this "shrinking fist". Just like an earthworm, the earth aura that the other party has mastered has the ability to contract.

From this, he clearly saw that the other party's aura range was still a few inches away from him, but he hit him without warning.

Knowing the characteristics of the opponent's spiritual martial arts, the young man endured the pain and tore apart his staggered hands, and the crisp sound of "kalakala" came out from his ten fingers.

A wood aura floated out from the palm of his hand, and after a moment, his palm had covered an entire layer of green spirit net.

This was his first attempt at the cross-border play of the Wood Spirit Combat Technique.

At the same time, Lei Haolan raised his thick arms for the third time, ready to strike with all his strength.

Sixty percent -

Eighty percent –

Nine out of nine!

Zhan Feihong stared intently at the brown spiritual wave that was constantly compressing on the other party's entire arm, and when the spiritual wave appeared with the same brilliance as before, the young man's feet moved.

Approaching, his small palm grabbed Lei Haolan's huge fist impartially.

Among the five elements, Mu Ketu.

Affected by the green spiritual pressure, the earth aura compressed to the limit had to retreat again, and in an instant, Lei Haolan felt that every bone from his arm to his chest was screaming, and the muscle epidermis attached to it couldn't stand this load beyond the limit, and it was almost bursting.

But the wood aura in the young man's palm did not weaken in the slightest, but increased its coercive power.

"Wow!!"

With a scream, the forearm of the head of the Lei family couldn't withstand this force first, and the skin and flesh cracked with a "bang", and blood splattered!

Subsequently, the big arm and the side chest suffered one after another, and it didn't take much effort for him to become a bloody man.

"Whew。。。。。。 Hearing the sound of the other party falling to the ground, Zhan Feihong wanted to retreat half a step, but he staggered and almost fell.

Lei Haolan's overload is manifested on the surface, and his overload is stored in the body.

Ling Xiaotian's kick before had already injured the young man's internal organs, and he had been punched twice by Lei Haolan, and his body was already on the verge of collapse.

After all, his actual level is only four lines and agility. But the opponent's attack is a move with the power of spiritualization.

It should be said that he can stand now, all thanks to an obsession in his heart.

Zhan Feihong stretched out his hand to prop himself on the ground, he shook his head and looked back, and happened to meet Su Chuanfang's gaze.

"Uh-hmm-" Miss Su was already sobbing, she stepped forward step by step with trembling feet, her red and swollen eyes staring intently at Zhan Feihong's back.

This nerd!

Wouldn't he be flexible?

Even if you say a word, tell me to get out of the way, or hug me away with your hands, it won't hurt me like this!

For the sake of a person who has not been in contact for a long time, is it worth it to be injured like this?

Can......

He's stupid, am I'm stupid too?

Why didn't I take the initiative to hide myself?

Why can't I shout at him?

Why can't I stop these two legs?

Why...... I'm crying so much?

When the two looked at each other, Su Chuanfang's tears that were about to dry up like a burst hit her cheeks again, and she covered her mouth, for fear that her crying would affect Zhan Feihong's already dangerous situation.

And those two uncompetitive legs, even if they were shaking so much that they couldn't stand, they tried to move forward.

Her step is already the ninetieth step.