It's even more painful than the first in the flesh.

Ziqian Mo did not stop because of this.

What she wants is not to promise Yan Ruomeng.

Instead, he killed Yan Ruomeng.

One Innate Stage Great Perfection Realm, two points, is worth her killing two contestants in the Innate Stage Middle Realm.

Zi Qianmo raised his palm again.

It's still a floating cloud hand.

However, this time, when Yan Ruomeng was half-squatting on the ground, he spotted the moment when Zi Qianmo was approaching, and suddenly made a move, smashing it towards Zi Qianmo's leg with a punch.

Yan Ruomeng hasn't given up yet.

She was indeed injured just now, but it was not as painful as she appeared, she did it on purpose, she wanted to lure Zi Qianmo over, so that it would be easier to sneak attack.

"Whew!"

A miserable scream.

It's not from Ziqian Mo.

It's from a smoke dream.

Yan Ruomeng's fist joint, a crazy pain, the joint capsule was almost shattered, she felt that she didn't hit Zi Qianmo's leg with a punch, but smashed it on a stone.

How so?

How could Zi Qianmo's body become so hard?

The sneak attack failed.

Yan Ruomeng's mind is in turmoil.

When she looked down again, she looked at her fists, and the joints were covered with blood, and several phalanges were broken, and her tears fell from the pain.

Zi Qianmo looked at this scene, his eyes were sarcastic, his face was paralyzed, and he asked coldly, "How?" ”

Just now, that trick.

She used sorcery.

Because she absorbs Kunlun stone, she can make parts of her body petrify for a short time, and her appearance is as hard as Kunlun stone.

It can be regarded as a defensive hex.

"You...... I'll kill you! ”

Yan Ruomeng was angry, and after these two rounds of moves, not only did he not win at all, but he was frustrated and injured one after another.

How did this make her calm down?

Yan Ruomeng endured the pain on her body, and attacked Ziqian Mo again regardless of it. It's like crazy, it's a punch, it's a leg whip, it's a stumbling again, the leg shadow is like electricity, the fist is fierce, basically it's all instinct to fight, and there is no rule anymore.

It seems to be very imposing.

But in fact, it is a paper tiger, full of flaws.

Zi Qianmo's eyes, from beginning to end, were extremely calm, not half panicked, and perfectly controlled the rhythm of the entire battle situation.

Almost.

It's time to wrap up.

Kunlun Stone's defensive demon art has been upgraded strongly.

When Yan Ruomeng's fist wind and palm shadow hit his body, the corresponding parts will not only petrify, but will grow sharp stone thorns, and fight back strongly.

Continuously, hundreds of punches and hundreds of palms came down, Yan Ruomeng's hands were already drenched in blood, and almost none of the bones in the palms were intact, basically broken, broken, broken, broken.

The hands are stretched out and already out of shape.

Blood flowed down the broken bones, not only the bones, but also many internal tendons and veins.

"What kind of exercise are you?!"

Yan Ruomeng was extremely shocked, and her face was full of disbelief, "Our Xuanwu Academy has never had this kind of exercise!" Where did you get that! ”

If Xuanwu Academy had it, she would have found it a long time ago to study hungrily, where would she be given a chance.

This exercise is amazing.

It can directly counter-damage and severely damage the opponent.

In the face of the enemy, especially one-on-one heads-up, it is simply a terrible killer!

The more fierce the opponent's attack, the more miserable the opponent's defeat and the more ugly the death.

"Homemade."