"Stand up! Stand up like a man! ”

Hurricane Borge scolded Shen Mo harshly, the latter's body was already covered with scars, blood was flowing down his cheeks, and his will was becoming more and more blurred in a trance.

In the face of Borge's taunt, Shen Mo raised the last trace of strength, and swung his fist, which had long been unconscious, but before the punch came out, it had been knocked down again by Borge's blue fist and fainted.

Airplanes! A white halo enveloped the silence, saving his life and healing his injuries.

Hurricane Borge crouched beside Shen Mo, looked down at Shen Mo with cold eyes, and said in pieces, "You are not suitable to be a Blue Fist Saint Envoy at all. You rely too much on your skills to confront your essential strength. ”

Borge looks up at the ceiling at a forty-five degree angle. "Will is our strongest strength."

The unconscious silence didn't hear Borge's murmur, and when he came back to his senses, he realized that he had been unconscious nine times in the hands of the Blue Fist Holy Envoy.

What made Shen Mo even more annoyed was that the nine coma experiences had not learned anything at all, except for making Shen Mo's ability to resist blows soar again.

Because Hurricane Borge is a man who cherishes words like gold, he has never taken the initiative to teach Shen Mo, even though Shen Mo has asked many times about what the power of the Blue Fist Holy Envoy comes from.

Shen Mo himself never expected that Borge had already answered this question, but when he was unconscious.

Before the tenth battle, Shen Mo asked again, "Are you going to torture me all the time?" What can you get out of it? ”

Borge groaned slightly. Finally replied, "You should ask yourself, what did you get out of it?" ”

Shen Mo smiled, he got nothing but pain, torment, and weakness, if he had to say, "I got a hammer!" ”

"Hammers? Paladin's Hammer of Repentance? This is quite surprising to me, have you begun to repent of your choice of general-purpose worker? ”

Silence...

Creak! The silent fist creaked, and he turned the resentment in his heart into strength again, mobilized the strength of his body, and smashed it hard at Borge.

The latter still dodged Shen Mo's attack lightly, and although Shen Mo's boxing skills have been greatly improved, for Borhe, who is proficient in new martial arts, Shen Mo is still not enough.

Rumble! Borge's blue fist landed on the back of the silent neck again. Don't ring the bell, remember to look at the collection of this site, oh, the update here is really fast. Slam him into the ground.

"Your punches still haven't improved."

Silent buried his head heavily in the ground, struggling to get out, "Then you... Tell me, what should I do! You bastard! ”

"Will! It is the power of our Blue Fist Holy Envoy! ”

Forehead!

Silently prostrate on the ground, staring at the shattered ground in a daze, he seemed to have heard this sentence in his subconscious.

Will is the power of the Blue Fist Holy Envoy!

Will? What is will?

Shen Mo originally thought that this was just a mantra for Borhe to keep going, but he didn't expect that this was the root of the Blue Fist Holy Envoy.

The Blue Fist Holy Envoys who have abandoned the power of the Holy Light, their power is not generated out of thin air, but comes from their iron will, which is condensed to the extreme and turned into the power of the mind, and with the new fighting fist driven by the mind, it is the real reason why the Blue Fist Saint Envoy is strong. …,

Shen Mo understood, he finally understood why the Blue Fist Holy Envoys were able to swing hundreds, or even thousands of punches in a minute, because they didn't just rely on the strength of the flesh to swing their fists, the strength of the flesh was destined to have a limit, and the power of the will had no limit, driven by the mind, punching was just a thought.

This is why Shen Mo has not been able to capture the trajectory of Borge's attack with the naked eye, which is why Shen Mo has been abused all the time, he was wrong from the beginning.

To become a Blue Fist Saint, you must first believe in your own will and guide your physical body.

Instead of using your flesh to direct your will.

Shen Mo slowly raised his head and looked directly into Borge's eyes, he allowed himself to stand up again, this time, he did not make a move, but sank his consciousness into his mind, to find his will...

Airplanes! The power of the heart's eye! Launch!

Under the insight of the power of the mind's eye. Silence soon realized that the so-called will was another outward manifestation of the power of the soul, which was of the same essence as the power of the mind and eye, except that the former acted on the outside and the latter drew on the inside.

With the experience of the power of the mind's eye, Silent quickly found the power of his own will, and turned them into the power of his mind to stimulate the new fighting fist.

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Mind Driven Blue Fist Saint Envoy's exclusive skill, using Mind Drive, you can maximize the power of the new fighting fist.

Airplanes! An invisible wave rose from under the feet of Shen Mo, as if water droplets were dripping on the surface of the calm water, ripples appeared, invisible fluctuations rose and fell at will, and as Shen Mo's eyebrows trembled slightly, countless fist shadows emitting a light blue glow pierced the void, pressing towards Hurricane Borch with unstoppable power.

The latter's resolute face finally raised a smile. The figure flickered, turning into an afterimage.

Poof! Shen Mo only felt another cramping pain in the back of his neck, and his consciousness was blurred again, and he fainted.

"You have mastered the power of the Blue Fist Holy Envoy. You've passed this level. But you have to remember that the purer the thought, the more powerful it is. The more you carry, the slower your punches will be. ”

Hurricane Borge ignored whether Shen Mo had heard his teachings or not, and instead directly picked up Shen Mo and threw him into a magical portal that led to the first floor of the world.

The fourth floor of the Tower of Babel.

When the silence awoke, an unfamiliar voice sounded in his ears, the voice seemed weak and old, with a faint roar from hell.

"You're awake."

Shen Mo stood up and looked at where the voice came from, it was a burly man shrouded in black robes. Don't ring the bell, remember to look at the collection of this site, oh, the update here is really fast. His first impression of silence was that of a beast full of hatred and anger, as if he hated even himself.

In this world, does anyone hate even themselves?

Avenger!

They are a group of priests who hate demons so much, but they are willing to let themselves turn into demons and cleanse the world of evil with their demonic powers.

They are extremists among the clergy, and the moment they become demons, it means that they have given up everything they have and doomed their fate and future.

"My name is Christine Ronaldo, and I'm an Avenger."

Shen Mo swallowed his saliva, the demonic aura that permeated the other party's body was as thick as a black hole, and the demonic hand summoned by Shen Mo was like a child playing with the other party compared to the other party.

With the experience of the previous three layers, Shen Mo had an ominous premonition, and this premonition became stronger and stronger as Ronaldo slowly stood up.

Is a new round of persecution about to begin? ,