"Bang" twice, the disc is not the opponent of Qi and Gan after the recovery, they were shattered after a while. Pen? Interesting? Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

The giant axe and the bronze shield did not immediately fly to Xingtian's side, but instead suspended in mid-air, standing side by side. They were in touch with Xingtian and knew what he was going to do now.

Emperor Ming took a strong breath and let go of the Silver Dragon Glaive in his hand. The momentum that was originally stimulated was restrained again, and the immortal power that had just recovered a little was armed to his body.

He understood that Xingtian was going to test himself to see how much potential he had.

Di Ming put on a posture, this is a kind of martial art that he used to like very much, and it can also be said to be a fitness sport.

"Di Ming, do you really want to use this to fight me? You must know that if I get close, it will be like Taiyue pressing on the top, and you only need to rub a little bit of the force you exert, and it will be fatal to you at present. ”

"Senior Xingtian, please let the horse come over! I've forgotten who I am! All I know is that I want to fight you right now. Di Ming's stand was very steady, his eyes were also very firm, and his weak demeanor no longer existed at this time.

"Good! Look at the moves! ”

The barbarian was full of fighting spirit, and his strong fist brought up a vigorous fist wind, like the moan of a dragon.

The fist has not arrived, the fist wind has arrived, the strength has arrived, like thousands of troops rushing towards him.

Di Ming's movement is very simple, that is, he pushes up and pushes a belt, guiding this fist to unload towards his diagonal back. As for the fist that came later, it was close to his fist, and it was rotated with force to turn into force, and it was shaken for the last time.

Xingtian's first wave of offensive was defused by Di Ming, it was not that Di Ming really had superb boxing skills and defused Xingtian's offensive, but Xingtian didn't use his strength, he just wanted to feel his heat.

"Your punches are good, although we didn't have this kind of punch at the time, but there are quite a few similar punches. I'm going to use five points of strength now, you need to be prepared. ”

The same straight punch, this punch with impeccable power, the strong fist wind turned into an arrow, and shot towards Di Ming.

Di Ming retreated again and again, constantly drawing a Tai Chi with both hands, urging with immortal power, and a vague Tai Chi diagram gradually appeared.

After this picture was formed, Di Ming no longer retreated, but took the opportunity to spend half of his strength and hold the picture.

With a "snort", the fist wind collapsed, the Taiji diagram collapsed, and although Xingtian's full strength was dissolved by most of it, it still had part of the remaining strength, and it hit Di Ming's chest firmly.

Di Mingza's steps shook slightly, and his qi and blood were also unstable, and a stream of reverse blood seemed to spurt out of his mouth at any time. But with his tenacious will, he suppressed this restlessness.

He exhaled, took another deep breath, rearranged the shelf, and said calmly to Xingtian: "Come again!" ”

"Come again!" "Come again!" After these two words reached Xingtian's ears, he seemed to have a trace of illusion, and he felt that the emperor in front of him had become blurred.

Xing Tian rubbed his face with both hands, and when he saw clearly that Di Ming was still Di Ming in front of him, he used eight points of strength, stepped on one foot, and rushed towards Di Ming with a fist.

This time he threw punches that were fierce, fast, and intense. The battle aura of the barbarian tyrant even emitted a yellow brilliance, adding superimposed power to his attacks.

Although Di Ming took every move of Xingtian very seriously, after every few moves, Di Ming would be hit hard. The good shelf at that end will also be broken up, and the rhythm will also be disrupted by Xingtian.

Whenever he encountered such a situation, Di Ming would endure the taste of being punched again, put up the shelf again, and fight Xing Tian again.

After a few times like this, Di Ming's body has been numb by Xingtian's beating, even if he has a wood attribute to recover it, how can the recovery be faster than the injury?

On the twenty-ninth time, he took three hundred and sixty-five punches. Now Di Ming's thinking has begun to become blurred, and it is completely a belief supporting him.

The thirty-third time he stood up and took a full four hundred punches. Di Ming's thinking has completely stopped, and now he is completely in a state of spontaneity, and it is his subconscious and unyielding mind that controls his body.

Di Ming, who was in this state, had no idea what he was doing. But Xingtian was shocked by his state.

"How similar are the two of them? No wonder my eyes were blurry just now, it was so similar. After a long time, the two figures actually coincide today.

Is this providential? I was already destined when I saw him again, would he be his reincarnation? Or is he who he is! No! This can't be, there is only one him who is as great as his thousands of years, he will not choose reincarnation, but maybe he will? ”

Cui Juan, who was watching the battle from a distance, could be said to be the most sober person, and he felt the abnormality in the two people.

Di Ming's abnormal state at this moment can be understood by himself, but what is going on with Xingtian? He had been in a trance a few times before, but he quickly came back to his senses, what happened to him this time?

Cui Juan continued to observe patiently and calmly, he didn't want to destroy this special atmosphere, he wanted to know what the final result would be under the dominance of this atmosphere.

Xing Tian's thoughts continued to drift, and the rhythm of his attacks slowed down, and he began to slowly cooperate with Di Ming, not wanting to hurt him, let alone letting him wake up from this state.

I vaguely remember that the battle was very tragic, and he stood at the front of everyone with a crimson sword in his hand.

The armor on his body was already in tatters after the fierce battle, and there were dozens of scars on his body, large and small. In order for his people to evacuate safely, he stood alone in front of the invading enemy troops, and stubbornly blocked the fierce attack of the enemy army with his own strength.

When the people settled down and the reinforcements returned, the enemy army that had been intimidated by him fled in a hurry, and the reinforcements killed the gang without much effort.

However, when he returned in triumph, he found him still standing. He had already fallen into a deep coma, fighting until now with a complete force of faith and an unyielding will.

As soon as Xing Tian thought of this, tears flowed out of the corners of his eyes again, and this time he did not hide it, let alone restrain this emotional outburst.

Now this is the only way to remember the person who he respects and worships the most in his heart.

The revelation of true feelings made Xing Tian's fighting spirit greatly reduced, but his good impression of Di Ming soared. If it weren't for him, maybe I wouldn't have known that I could recover until now, and the fundamental reason was because of that person.

After the thousandth punch, Xingtian stopped his attack, hid the battle aura of the barbarian, and stood straight in front of Di Ming.

He wanted to take a closer look at his face and feel his breath in earnest. Remember the person in your heart through him in front of you. (To be continued.) )