King Changsheng looked at Jochi in front of him with burning eyes, he was so angry that he couldn't help himself, he was obviously far from his opponent, but after three or two strokes, he had already been put to the ground by himself, and he was able to stand up again and again, that stalk his neck, gritted his teeth, and an expression that was sure of you was extremely unpleasant!

"it, you really think you're Seiya, you're an unbeatable Xiaoqiang!"

Before the voice fell, King Changsheng moved to Jochi's side half a foot like a magic change, and his right fist suddenly blasted out like a cannonball.

Surprisingly, the punch of the King of Constant Victory did not have the slightest sound of fist wind whistling, nor did it bring half of the strength, but Jochi suddenly felt that all the counteroffensive routes were blocked by the fist.

Suddenly, the energy was soaring, but the whole space was scorching and boiling, as if you were naked for many days in the vast, arid and hot, daunting desert desert, and on the verge of dying of thirst, the terrifying taste of dryness and lack of water.

Even a madman like Jochi, who is not afraid of death, is born with the terrible feeling of being sucked in by the main forward.

The king of Changsheng is fundamentally avoidable from this punch, and he is forced to do only the desperate way of Jochi, but

How can a man on the prairie admit defeat? Fight! Then fight for me to the best!

The poisonous dragon spear suddenly stabbed out at an astonishing high speed, regenerating and changing, and the heat of the spear tip couldn't help but increase and heat up, unmeasurable, and even more uncontrollable, but it seemed to have no change at all, and the place of return to the original was changed in the same way.

The tip of the spear will burst out with a low dragon groan, and in the midst of the dragon's roar, a huge ray of light rises to the sky, like a poisonous dragon that has been imprisoned for thousands of years, and jumps out and gallops for nine days!

Jochi's spear was straight and unstoppable, even against an extremely strong opponent like the King of Victory, he would never hesitate in the slightest, but blasted out a faster and stronger peerless spear, and went all out to meet the punch of the King of Victory, which was constantly expanding and filling the universe.

Of course, the fist of the victorious king did not get bigger, but it was only because his fist completely overwhelmed him from the beginning and affected his mind that this illusion of vision was born.

Most of the martial arts of Mingjiao follow the path of equal emphasis on material and spirituality, which can be vividly reflected in the boxing of the king of Changsheng!

At the moment before the fist and spear clash, the majestic body of the king of Changsheng sprinting forward was almost impossible, his feet were lightly supported, and he was slightly raised from the ground, his fist turned into a palm, and he became a painful slap of the spear from a higher angle.

"Peng"! Fists and spears clashed, and Jochi only felt like he had been led into the eighteenth layer of hell.

The king of Changsheng shook from side to side, the essence in his eyes flickered, if the lightning in the sky occurred in the depths of the pupils, the two sleeves were brushed out, as if attacking but not attacking, punching with his left hand, and turning his right hand into a palm to take Jochi directly.

"Pong! Disheveled! ”

Jochi no longer had the slightest room to maneuver, and the horizontal spear handed out all his strength to receive the punch of the king of victory.

In one move, the meridians of Jochi's whole body became hot, but it was suddenly cold and terrifying, as if he had fallen into an ice cellar that had been frozen for many years. It was so uncomfortable that he howled at the moon like a wild wolf in the grassland, and he felt terrible to the extreme, so sad that he vomited blood.

Jochi gritted his teeth and swallowed a mouthful of hot blood back in his throat, and stepped forward with a spear again, without taking half a step back!

Zhou Yi was worried when he saw this, and just wanted to step forward, but was pulled by Zhebei.

"Jochi would never want you to meddle now!"

"But"

"Please believe in Jochi, the men of the steppe did not fail!"

Suddenly, the surrounding dead branches and weeds, branches and fallen leaves were strangely burning. Jochi's body slowly exuded a strange aura.

King Chang Sheng suddenly had a bad breath in his heart, but the heavy punch suddenly burst out, without any warning at all, without any momentum at all, and it seemed to be a mediocre punch.

Jochidon in the distance felt that this punch contained everything in the world, and the punch that melted into all the things in the world was enough to swallow mountains and split the earth, and this punch had reached the impossible realm of returning to the basics.

"Huh!"

Jochi suddenly chuckled, and an incomparable sense of joy surged in his heart!

"Only such an opponent can make me go to the fullest!"

Suddenly, the Xuankong atmosphere within dozens of zhang around his body couldn't help but tremble, and then he quickly flowed around the number of chips, wrapped in an indomitable strong move, and the heavy punch in front of him blasted out a peerless spear that was not inferior!

"Have you made a great contribution this time, are you comfortable for people to carry?" Renya held Jochi down and sneered as she followed the stretcher.

"What does this look like? I'm Jochi, a dignified seven-foot man, lying on the shelf and being carried by others, if others see it, it's strange if they don't laugh and lose their big teeth, no, let me down! Jochi was extremely reluctant.

"You better not move, it will be heavier to lift it this way!" Jebel interjected.

Jochi smiled bitterly and looked at Chihu and Borhu, who were carrying the stretcher, and said, "Do you two also want to deprive me of the right to walk?" ”

"Your brother's injury is not light, it's better to lie down obediently, it's for your good." Chihu said with a smile.

"Even you say so, you deserve to suffer something." Jochi scolded angrily. Everyone couldn't help but hear this.

"Fortunately, I still have some Nine Flowers Jade Dew Pills here, now look at your injury, as long as you rest for a few days and change the medicine a few times, you will be fine." Zhou Yi said.

"I feel like I'm okay now, I can get down and walk on my own, and I don't need to be carried by others," Jochi, who was lying on the stretcher, said with a grim face.

The Liuyun envoy on the side smiled and said, "Young people are young people, maybe you feel better, but the Supreme Wisdom Fist of the King of Changsheng has more or less damaged your internal organs, this is not a joke." You must know that the Changsheng King is the person with the highest martial arts in our Da Ming Zun Sect Twelve Treasure Tree Kings, even in the entire Da Ming Zun Sect, as long as a few people such as Da Zun and Good Mother can defeat him, you can defeat him at your current age, you are already proud enough! ”

Liuyun paused for a moment, and then continued, "At this moment, you should not walk, after resting for a few days, see if there are any adverse reactions, and then you can detect whether the fist strength of the King of Victory is lurking in your body." ”

"Of course there are adverse reactions after a few days of rest." Hesar, who was flying in the sky on a great eagle, suddenly laughed and said, "I'm afraid that some people will have forgotten how to walk!" ”

Renya and Zhou Yi couldn't help but laugh, Bihong Yao and Liuyun were also amused, and Jebe shook his head and smiled bitterly.

Seeing Zhebei laughing, Zhou Yi was suddenly surprised.

"So you're still laughing?"

"I'm not a dead man, of course I laugh." (To be continued.) )