"Chaotic steel poison empty fist!" Du Chuanchang shouted in his heart, but he didn't spit out a word. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info he twisted his face, stared at his narrow and beautiful eyes, held his breath and concentrated, his lungs were filled with the huge true yuan of the realm of entering the body, and he held his breath and swung his fists. His arms were completely gone, and the air around him was almost completely gone, leaving only the poisonous Gangfeng and dark green fists. Straight punches, hooks, hooks, kicks, elbows, knees, heels, all the moves are fluid, but they really reach the ultimate speed beyond the speed of sound. His Gangfeng was indeed much weaker than the other monks, but no matter how weak the Gangfeng was, with the support of absolute speed, it could become the hardest invisible storm that could pierce the golden cracking stone.

Countless sonic booms rang out around him, sounding like a continuous ballistic missile.

His fist didn't hit the target directly, and his fist stab didn't even touch his opponent's body at all, but the invisible wind pressure that surged around him, the transparent Gangfeng with a violent cold aura, had already turned into the hardest fist, the sharpest blade, mercilessly slashing the enemy he was looking at.

The highly poisonous storm had already spun into a fist named Du Chuanchang at this time.

However, even such a powerful boxing technique is useless in the eyes of Du Chuanchang's opponent.

Du Chuanchang's fist was full of energy, but every time at the most powerful moment, it was easily resisted by an iron palm. No matter how fast he was, how powerful his fists were, how loud the sonic boom was, and how much cold corrosive power there was in the wind, he couldn't break his opponent's iron palm. The blood-red tangible and qualitative Gangfeng was like an aerosol-like poisonous mist, always surrounding the monster, no matter how powerful Du Chuanchang's Gangfeng was, it couldn't tear even a crack in that blood-colored mist. The humanoid monster didn't seem to be in a hurry to attack, just used its iron palm to resist Du Chuanchang's fists, kicks and others, and the elbow blow of the monster's occasional kick fell on Du Chuanchang like a heavy hammer without any possibility of dodging, and with just one stroke, it could beat him to the point of spitting blood.

Du Chuanchang did not retreat, because a warrior who used his fist as a weapon had no way to retreat before his fist fell on the enemy. Once you retreat, you will not only lose your momentum, but also put the enemy beyond the striking distance of your fist, and the result of this is not to retreat, not to flee, but to admit defeat, defeat, and death.

"Damn! It's quite difficult!" Du Chuanchang failed to attack in a round, so he quickly stopped, flashed sideways, and walked around at a distance of three to five from the humanoid monster, staring closely at the opponent's every move, looking for flaws in its body, but it was obvious that there were no flaws in the monster-like humanoid object at all.

Du Chuanchang's fists clenched again, and a grim and decisive look flashed in his beautiful dark green eyes. "Deceptive Blood Mourning!" he shouted the name of the move this time like a battle cry, as if to cheer himself up. He stomped on the stone slab on the ground, and his body soared into the air like an arrow fired from a ballista, and slammed down with a stormy fall.

This time, he only came within three meters of his opponent, that is, a foot away, and threw the first punch. His fist slashed two straight punches left and right, and the storm on the fist stab had already been turned into a spiral blade like a drill by his unique divine skill, and with his lightning speed and huge momentum, it bombarded the humanoid monster's body fiercely.

The first punch, the left hand, hit the monster's elbow.

The second punch, the right fist, stabbed heavily into the monster's heart, and the punch had completely submerged into the opponent's body.

The cold wind suddenly erupted, like a drill bit of highly poisonous liquid gathered into a frenzied strangulation of the enemy's body, the dissolution of the poison, the cold freezing air and the swirling power of the three different nature of the blow caused the humanoid monster's body to suddenly fall apart and melt, turning into scattered fragments like withered petals. Du Chuanchang, who landed again, turned on his toes, and his body rotated three meters to the left front with a specific footstep, barely turning a frontal attack into a staggered break, and stopped in the posture of a winner.

He paused, triumphantly turning to see his opponent torn apart or turned to pus. Du Chuanchang does not lack the courage to move forward bravely in battle, nor does he lack the tenacity to struggle to survive in desperate situations and not give up easily. He is a good fighter, he has all the qualities of a warrior, and the only thing he has more than a good fighter is that he likes to look at the contorted and desperate faces of his opponents when he wins.

However, there was no scene in his eyes where the humanoid monster turned into a thick mass of pulp and fell miserably, or that the monster was indeed turned into a thick mass of pulp by his poisonous gang, but it did not die.

The humanoid monster turned into a cloud of blood mist, and the iron palm that wrapped around him was followed by a hazy purple light from the blood mist. Three seconds later, the blood mist recondensed and turned back into a humanoid monster with an iron palm.

Du Chuanchang was stunned, it was the first time he had seen anything alive that could continue to exist after being subjected to his lore-level ultimate move "Deceptive Blood Mourning". "Maybe it's not right, this monster is immune to the saliva of the snow worm or the peacock bile venom or something......" His mind was spinning with thoughts, carefully analyzing his opponent's dependence for survival step by step, and his relaxed hands had not yet had time to clench into fists again. The humanoid monster was in front of him in an instant.

This is the first time that a humanoid monster has taken the initiative to attack.

Du Chuanchang's eyes froze, raising his hand to protect the vital points around his body, as a fighter who eats with his fists, he is not the kind of reckless man who only knows how to attack, his defense is also very delicate and practical, defense, blocking, wandering, dodging, flexible kicks to interrupt the opponent's moves, these are his instincts that have long been engraved in the bone marrow. At the moment when the humanoid monster bullied into his side, he protected the vital points around him very well, although his wind was too soft and his defense was insufficient, but the armor on his body, strong limbs, and good physical fitness, keen insight and extremely fast reaction speed combined, so that he could easily resist the first wave of attacks of humanoid monsters. As long as the first wave of attacks is blocked, Du Chuanchang has a chance to counterattack, he is not afraid of tug-of-war, not afraid of protracted battles, and the most important thing for melee fighters who use fists is physical strength. (To be continued.) )