Ayoudan's voice just fell.

Bang!

There was a dull loud bang.

Without any warning, Sang Ji'e directly punched Li Daochong.

However, although this punch was fierce and urgent, no one could see clearly how Sang Ji'e made a move, but it was still resisted by Li Daochong with his raised hand.

The dull loud sound was the sound of the giant fist bombarding Li Daochong's palm.

Li Daochong slid backwards for more than ten meters and stopped, and a deep ravine appeared under his feet.

Hey!

Sanji'e showed a surprised expression, he didn't expect this person Xiu to be able to block his punch.

Not only that, but also as if nothing happened.

Sang Ji'e looked at Li Daochong in surprise, but the latter disappeared.

Sanji'e stared, he almost didn't see clearly, and when he was stunned, a figure instantly appeared in front of him.

Li Daochong's face carried a certain indescribable sense of excitement, like the excitement of a primary school student who knew that he was going to go on a spring outing tomorrow and couldn't sleep that night.

A punch is struck.

The first style of "Fist of Laceration" is to swim the dragon and break the sea.

Sanji'e said that he would make a move, showing the authority and domineering that a great witch should have.

Although it is arrogant and unreasonable, there is a certain inherent thinking that tends to be superior to the top that makes everyone feel very reasonable and normal.

When Sanji'e appeared, everyone showed fear on their faces, and many of the monks were weak and unsteady on their feet due to the huge lifeless qi.

Don't talk about fighting, don't even dare to look at it.

However, Li Daochong not only blocked the raid of the Great Witch, but launched a counterattack in an instant, and everyone on the human cultivation side swallowed a mouthful of saliva with difficulty, this kid is more than brave, and his scheming is insufficient, can he fight against the Great Witch in close combat?

Isn't that looking for death?

The great monks of the Terran race deal with the great witches, they all distance themselves and use spells to attack, so that they can give full play to their advantages.

The Great Witch is almost immune to physical attacks, and melee combat is the strongest killer weapon of the Great Witch.

Almost every Wizard is a humanoid tank, ignoring most physical attacks.

At this moment, seeing Li Daochong rushing up and punching at Da Wu, the cultivators turned their faces away and didn't want to look any further.

Fang Youliang wanted to remind that it was too late, but Granny Fenghua shook her head and said, "Fang Daoyou, let's think about how to escape." ”

Su Wanqing clenched her teeth, her slender hands clenched the long sword in her hand, ready to plunge into battle at any time.

A concussive wave spreads out.

The people around him are scattered.

Bang!

After the concussive airwaves, there was a dull loud noise.

The speed of the air wave exceeded the speed of sound, and the group of cultivators flew out halfway before they heard the deafening sound that followed.

All the people who were not optimistic about Li Daochong's melee with Dawu were stunned at this moment.

Li Daochong's punch actually knocked Sang Ji'e back seven steps in a row.

What the?

Ah Youdan opened his mouth and looked at his father who was repelled in shock, what kind of strength his father was, Ah Youdan couldn't be clearer.

No one knows better than Ayudan, just how strong Sangi'e really is.

Among the county kings canonized in the entire Rakshasa country, Sanji'e can definitely be ranked in the top 100, and the Rakshasa country has nearly a thousand great witches.

The top 100 is enough to explain everything, and Sanguie is also relatively powerful among the great witches.

Sang Ji'e's strength is comparable to the power of the Pseudo-Divine Realm in human cultivation.

Although he can only be regarded as a relatively low-level Great Witch Ghost among the Great Witches, it is very difficult to become a high-level Great Witch.

Don't look at the Rakshasa country, there are nearly a thousand great witches, but there are only a dozen high-level witches.

Just like the Shenghua Federation, there are very few Avatar monks.

Transforming into a god is a watershed, whether it is the spirit world or the underworld, only when you enter the realm of transforming gods, you can be regarded as a master.

Pseudo-god realm, it is only one step away from turning into a god, although it has not yet reached the ability of transforming a god, but it is not far behind.

It was hard for Ah Youdan to imagine that a Jindan monk could repel a powerful person whose strength had reached the Pseudo-Divine Realm with one punch.

How is this possible?

But this young man's cultivation kept happening with the impossible, and he made everything possible.

"What a youkai." Ah Youdan looked at Li Daochong in horror, where was the superiority of the superior witch ghost in his heart at this time.

Youdan had never felt so chilling at a human cultivator as he did now.

Sanji'e couldn't believe it even more, he was actually repelled by an ant, not only that, his arm was numb, and his body was chaotic.

The laceration effect of the laceration fist then exploded, but Sanji'e was a great witch after all, and the laceration effect was completely suppressed after all.

Li Daochong finished punching, his figure flickered, and chased after the retreating Sanji'e, another punch.

The second style of "Laceration Fist", a hundred broken hammer days.

Sanji was shocked, this person was obviously just a Jindan monk, why was the speed so fast?

Li Daochong's transcendent speed benefited from the Lingyang lightning, and after the thunder force ball was completely condensed in his body, he had his own thunder power blessing when he moved.

Although it is far from the speed of lightning, it is enough to compete with the Pseudo-Divine Realm.

It's just that when exerting his maximum speed, Li Daochong's own consumption is also amazing.

Broken Hammer Day.

It looks like a punch, but in fact, it is a hundred punches in an instant, but the speed is too fast, it is difficult to distinguish with the naked eye, and it looks like there is only one punch.

Sanji'e naturally saw the mystery of this punch, and he didn't dare to hold it up, so he roared and greeted him with a pair of giant fists.

At that moment, in the eyes of others, it was nothing more than a punch collision between the two sides.

In fact, it is a hundred fist fights.

Rumble!

There was a loud bang.

Li Daochong took more than ten steps back, and Sanji'e took seven steps back again.

"Fang Daoyou, is the old student dazzled, or is he hallucinating?" Granny Fenghua couldn't believe what she was seeing.

A Jindan monk fought against the Great Witch, almost tied?

"Fenghua Daoyou, you, you, don't seem to be, no dazzle." Fang Youliang spoke a little unfavorably.

Su Wanqing's delicate face seemed to be frozen, she had already overestimated Li Daochong, but now she realized that she still underestimated this guy.

"What has this kid been through?" Su Wanqing muttered to herself.

Li Daochong's wrist was slightly numb, and the fight just now seemed to be on par, but he still fell behind in strength.

Li Daochong has experienced too many battles during this time, and he has never lost in terms of strength, this is the first time.

"Happy, hahaha." Li Daochong suddenly laughed and rushed forward again.

The third form of "Laceration Fist", the broken moon outside the sky.

Sanji E snorted coldly, "Boy, you are very strong, but it's a pity that you met this king, and today this king will let you know that you should never fight hand-to-hand with the Great Witch." ”

As he spoke, the black qi around Sanji'e burst out, and the blue-black skin squirmed rapidly, and a layer of scaly skin appeared.

Wu Sang Fist.

A black flame burned from Sanji's fist, and a punch burst out.

Li Daochong threw out that punch, and there was a trace of electric sparkling on it.

Rumble!

Two punches.

As if the ground was cracked by a landslide, with the two of them as the center, a small mushroom cloud erupted, and the ground exploded into a round deep pit, which was one and a half catties per kilometer, and the two fell into the center of the deep pit.

Then Li Daochong flew upside down until a hundred meters away, rolling in the air, Li Daochong fell steadily, did not lose his balance, except for a slight paleness in his face, he was not injured.

The excitement in Li Daochong's eyes was not seen at all, but his expression changed slightly.

This time, Li Daochong was completely suppressed, and his qi and blood were slightly unstable.

The human cultivators' hearts were cold, knowing that the victory and defeat had been divided, that young man might be demonic enough, but what he was facing was a great witch, which was enough to compete with the human cultivators.

The Yuanying Monk was just a plate of defenseless delicacies in front of the Great Witch, let alone the Jindan Monk.

"Alas, this kid, let him run and he won't run, it's over." Fang Youliang shook his head and sighed.

"Fang Daoyou, don't worry about that kid, let's think about ourselves." Fenghua mother-in-law said.

"Li Daochong, run away." Su Wanqing suddenly shouted.

It's a pity that such a talent has fallen like this, Su Wanqing can't care so much, she can't do anything now except to remind Li Daochong.

Even Su Wanqing couldn't interfere in a battle of this level.

"It's amazing." Li Daochong glanced down at his hand, which was a little blackened by the fire.

This was the first time that Lee Do-chong had suffered a skin wound in a battle with the ghosts.

Sang Ji'e's hideous mouth with fangs opened an arc, his long tongue stretched out and licked his lips, looked at Li Daochong with a look at food, and said excitedly, "Boy, your human soul must be very delicious, swallow you, this king's strength will definitely be able to go to the next level and become a high-level witch, hahaha." ”

Before the laughter fell, Sang Ji'e had already appeared in front of Li Daochong, changed his fist into a claw, and grabbed Li Daochong's heavenly spirit cover.

"Swallow me?" Li Daochong looked at Sang Ji'e, who appeared in front of him in an instant, and smiled, smiling brightly.

Just as Sang Ji'e's giant claw was about to land on Li Daochong's head, a pale ink brilliance flashed out.

While!

Sange's huge claw was blocked by a long knife that appeared in the air, making a crisp sound.

Sanji'e was stunned for a moment, and when he saw clearly what was blocking him, he said disdainfully, "Boy, just rely on this broken copper and iron to stop me, dreaming." ”

Li Daochong licked his lips, "Dreaming? Are you doing it? ”

The fourth weight of "Nine Splitting Sword Technique", Shattering the Sky and Slashing.

As soon as Li Daochong grasped the handle of the Cangmo knife, it was immediately a knife.

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