"You have carried 50 punches from the emperor, which is enough to go down in history...... It's a pity that a dead man can't see his own glory. ”

Looking down at the ant at his feet, the Golden Rat Emperor's lips were filled with a cold air.

Theoretically, a dignified infant and strong person can scare through the gall of the foundation building ants with one look.

This guy who changed his life against the sky is really extraordinary.

"It's not uncommon to be famous in the annals of history, but my life is not up to a grandson like you!"

A sword fell, and the Tiangang sword returned to nothingness.

At this time, Zhao Chu pinched a few more Tianyuan treasure fragments in his palm.

"Humph!"

The Golden Rat Emperor snorted coldly.

Ten punches!

It's still the eternal ten fists.

The realm of an instant can only hold ten punches at a time.

Suffocate!

The fist instantly drained the air in the space, like a hideous head, biting fiercely.

Once again, the space was crumpled into a ball of waste paper.

Zhao Chu took a deep breath, his palm soaked in the terrifying flames from the incineration of the Tianyuan Treasure, and gritted his teeth.

"Don't regret the monument, Tiangang sword, the second sword...... Heroic!"

Hold your palm.

Another quaint long sword, which he pulled out of the void.

It's not the same!

Careful people took a closer look, and the sword that Zhao Chu drew out seemed to be about the same as the previous one, but there were some subtle differences.

If the first sword represents a kind of righteousness, a kind of integrity that is firmer than gold and iron.

Then this sword, like a beast that only knows how to kill, its scarlet eyes, ready to attack, its life, only forward, does not know what is backward.

Death, but not defeat.

Gallant!

In the dantian, the monument of no regret buzzed and trembled.

Under the word integrity at the top, two more vigorous and simple characters appeared.

Like a lion, like a leopard, and like a goshawk in the sky.

These two big characters are full of the blood of heroes and the bravery of soldiers on the battlefield.

He is now the young master of the Tianci Sect, and he can communicate the military luck of the entire Tianci Sect, and he suddenly opened the second word of the Unrepentant Monument.

Gallant!

Do not regret the monument, pay tribute to the hero's bravery.

A sword falls, and the space is like a piece of tofu, which is halved by everything.

The dense name of heroes rose to the sky again, and Zhao Chu blocked ten punches with his heroic sword.

60th punch ...... Fall.

Click!

There was a crisp cracking sound.

On Zhao Chu's chest, a centipede-like terrifying wound was opened, and he could even look at Sen Sen's ribs.

The abdomen was also pierced by a punch, a shocking blood hole, with blood and hideousness, lightly telling the thrill of the blow just now!

......

Outside!

Everyone was dumbfounded.

A foundation building has carried 60 punches of Yuan Ying, what a talent.

The eyelids of those Jindan powerhouses were all beating violently.

Under 60 punches, even the Jindan powerhouse is enough to kill!

......

No, never!

The composure on the Golden Rat Emperor's face gradually disappeared, and he was completely enraged at this moment.

The next round of punches fell overwhelmingly.

One by one, the void was shattered, and the weird and tricky fists were intertwined into a terrifying death trajectory, enveloping Zhao Chu's whole body, all the dead holes.

Zhao Chu's weirdness was beyond the expectations of the Golden Rat Emperor.

He gave up the frontal crushing and chose to shatter Zhao Chu's death hole.

"Tiangang Sword, Third Sword...... Dreadnought!"

Zhao Chu stood up again.

Even though I am covered in holes, my proud bone is not broken.

I can still stand!

I can still fight!

I can still use fearless eyes to fight against the collapse of the sky.

Boom!

It was a different sword again, and on the sword body, a hurricane of names gathered together instantly swept out, like countless loyal palace guards, shrouding Zhao Chu in the center.

At this moment, the phantom of the monument of no regrets stands behind Zhao Chu in the air, like a monument that has not changed for a million years, with the old and mottled, windy candles, but immortal words, telling the past and glory of those heroes.

Their integrity.

their heroes.

Their fearlessness.

In this round of bombardment, Zhao Chu staggered, and he barely blocked 10 punches, and even the Tiangang Sword in his palm had not yet shattered.

"What, higher-order elemental ...... If I don't kill you today, you will be a scourge in the future!"

When the Golden Rat Emperor saw clearly the phantom of the Unrepentant Monument, his heart jumped violently.

The high-level Yuan Weapon, the entire Lower Nine Heavens World, has never existed at all, why does Zhao Chu have it.

Ten punches!

Ten punches fell again, and this time, even the Unrepentant Monument could no longer protect Zhao Chu.

Ten punches, from various tricky angles, smashed Zhao Chu's whole body and all his life.

Throughout!

Zhao Chu's five Tibets and six mansions all run through this blood hole.

Under such an injury, it is difficult for the gods to live.

In the realm of an instant, the breath of death was permeated.

......

"Dead?"

Zhao Chu's state affects everyone's hearts.

Shen Fusheng and the others hurriedly looked at Xia Xiansheng's light curtain.

Not dead!

Shen Fusheng and Tang Junpeng glanced at each other, and they both saw joy in the latter's eyes.

"Being bombarded like this, all the dead holes are shattered, and you still don't die?"

The black fox emperor was all exclaimed.

That's right!

In the light curtain of Emperor Wu Mu, the life bell belonging to Zhao Chu was still a thin layer of black sand.

The dust of his life has not yet completely fallen.

70 punches over!

Zhao Chu clasped his arms around his chest and closed his eyes completely.

But his breath was still circulating.

【True Acupoint Reversal】

This is the Tao that Yuan Langtian asked him to learn in front of the dry wall.

At that time, Zhao Chu was bored, looked at it casually, and instantly understood it.

Zhao Chu originally thought that with the strength of his physical body, who could put him to death.

But who would have thought that disaster would come so quickly.

The dead hole is all shattered.

At the critical moment, if it weren't for Zhao Chu's misplacement of all the true acupoints, he would really be a cold corpse at this moment.

Recover!

Zhao Chu ran the Taishang Dao Chapter, and a terrifying purple hurricane surrounded the sky above his head, and there was even a purple thunder falling.

Under the recovery of the extreme injury, the scar on Zhao Chu's chest actually squirmed and healed.

"It's astounding that you can block 70 punches to the deity...... But this miracle is unlikely to happen again. ”

The Golden Rat Emperor rejoiced in his heart.

Fortunately, he regarded this ant as an opponent and came to kill it himself.

If you give up this opportunity because of contempt, and wait for the evil star to grow into Jindan, it is really not so easy to kill.

Ten punches!

Another ten punches fell.

This time, Zhao Chu was already exhausted.

He faced life and death, and used his own flesh and blood to resist this terrifying fist of the primordial infant.

Abutments, vulnerable.

The monument of no regret has been beaten back to its original shape.

With his current state, he is not qualified to urge the heart lamp.

Even the biggest backer, Zhaoyin Mirror, sentenced himself to death.

Zhao Chu bit his teeth hard.

Lao Tzu still has a body of blood.

Thundered!

A punch pierced his chest, narrowly avoiding his heart.

A punch pierced a page of lungs.

A punch that knocks the shoulder down.

A punch swept past his temple, and the wind wiped half of his ear.

A punch that pierced through the abdomen.

One Punch ...... One Punch ...... One Punch ......

Ten punches in a row, Zhao Chu was shattered again.

He is so angry that he can only live by his instinctive desire to survive.

......

Not dead yet!

Outside, people looked at the life clock of Emperor Wu Mu, and they all fell into tension.

Zhao Chu's sand of life has not yet dried up.

Pity!

There are not a few grains left.

Tens of thousands of grains of sand and dust remain, but now there are only a few dozen grains left.

The sparse sand and dust are like dark lonely graves, tumbling weakly.

Although he is not dead, no one can come out happy.

80 punches fell, and there were a full 8 punches left.

"The remaining eight fists, not to mention the Yuanying Fist, are a Qi Refining Realm, and they may all be able to kill him!"

Xia Xiansheng stared at the life clock and said with a calm face.

This is a near-death state!

......

Outside!

The Jindan bombarded the instantaneous barrier like crazy.

Although there are some effects, it is impossible to completely break it.

Ji Dongyuan and Wang Junchen were full of blood, they tried to rush into the barrier, they didn't have a delusional intention to defeat the Golden Rat Emperor.

But even if he takes a punch for Zhao Chu, it can give him an extra chance to live.

Pity!

Not at all as they would have liked.

They have tried dozens of times, but each time they have failed, and they have even been eaten by the power of the Yuan Infant, and they have suffered a lot of injuries.

......

Aoyama Ancient Temple!

Qing Xuanle was holding a teacup in her palm, and the tea had already dripped on the ground along her jade fingers, but she didn't realize it.

Her heart was pounding, and every breath was so heavy.

Zhao Chu!

Will you really die?

Her heart is in colic!

......

Ze Yanhua trembled all over, constantly screaming Zhao Chu's name, and her voice was hoarse.

It's all because of yourself!

If it weren't for himself, Zhao Chu could have escaped.

The guilty heart almost broke Ze Yanhua.

Liu Yueyue was guarding Ze Yanhua beside her, for fear that something would happen to her.

......

Click!

At some point, the clear sky was shrouded in a layer of dark clouds.

The blazing sun in the sky was obscured by pitch black.

Just like the young powerhouse of the Northern Realm, who has rebelled against the sky, he will fall into the cycle of death in the next breath.

The clouds will cover the sky.

I'm going to kill you.

No one can change this fact.

Click!

A thunderclap lit up the whole world.

Then came a light rain.

The miserable and miserable sound fills every corner of the earth, which is the sorrow of the weak.

......

The sad rain has cooled the hearts of countless people.

Ji Dongyuan and Wang Junchen were covered in mud.

Only the two of them present could carry a punch for Zhao Chu, but they couldn't break through to the enchantment for a long time.

The eyes are cracking.

The misery of the battle of the City of No Regrets appeared in front of the three brothers again.

It's just that this time, the strong man has changed from Fox Sanye to the Golden Rat Emperor.

This time, the brother was changed from Ji Dongyuan to Zhao Chu!

"Third brother, you hold on, you are not alone, you still have two brothers!"

Wang Junchen's white robe was full of mud and dirt, he was a dignified spirit, and his strength was not weaker than Jin Dan.

But with the power of Yuan Ying, just the aftermath slapped him in the muddy water.

Ji Dongyuan is in the same situation as him.

They were only one step away from breaking through the barrier, and as long as they could break through this step, they could take a punch instead of Zhao Chu.

"Little San, you must not die, you must not die...... If you die, who should pay back the money that Lao Tzu owes, you can't die!"

Ji Dongyuan hammered the mud fiercely, and once again rushed into it hysterically like a mad beast.

Fang Sanwan was silent.

But the progress of his breakthrough was no slower than that of Wang Junchen and Ji Dongyuan.

"Little junior brother, you have changed everything about me, you have changed everything in the Heavenly Gift Sect, as long as I live, it is impossible for you to die!"

Fang Sanwan's bones exploded.

"Help them shake the barrier as thin as possible!"

Jin Dan who was present also knew what Wang Junchen and the others were looking at, and immediately hit all the firepower, bombarding the weakest area of the black fog.

It's actually a good idea.

Break through to the enchantment and desperately take a punch for Zhao Chu.

It's a pity that due to the rejection of the enchantment, it is impossible for the Jindan Realm to rush in, otherwise one Jindan will be able to withstand the remaining 8 punches.

There is no way, Jin Dan has already cultivated except for the true yuan, and he is excluded by the enchantment in Sanzhang, and it is difficult to move an inch, so he can only play one magic trick after another, and concentrate fire and bombard.

8 punches!

There are a full 8 punches left.

There were only 4 foundation-building realm spirits present.

After each person resisted one punch, Zhao Chu had to face a full 4 punches.

The foundations of the other 40,000 demons, although they are extraordinary, they are still very different from the spirit body.

Even the strongest He Jianggui was blown away by the force of the shock for ten meters, and he couldn't go any further.

Only spirits are qualified to defy the heavens.

......

Thundered!

Caught off guard.

Another punch fell in the barrier.

Zhao Chu was like a dead corpse, he didn't dare to open his eyes at this moment, he couldn't waste a single trace of spiritual power.

Not dead yet!

81 punches fell.

Zhao Chu faltered.

All of a sudden, the rain was pouring down.

Zhao Chu's vitality is like the last faint flame, under the torrential rain, why do you live.

......

"Life Clock...... Life sand, and 39 grains. ”