Even if there is a divine source to strengthen the quality of all aspects of the body, it will not be so easy to deal with it if it is punched in the face by Rosie. This punch was very real, a punch to the flesh, the young man's head was violently raised, and the whole person couldn't stop rushing upward. Blood spurted down his exploding cheeks, his jaw was shattered, his mouth opened uncontrollably, and blood poured out.

At the moment when the young man's eyes turned black and he lost consciousness after being punched, his fighting talent and consciousness made him instinctively aim his fists at Rosie, and activate all the divine sources to output the power of the storm. Two one-foot-wide tornadoes slammed directly into Rossi's chest, and two huge torsions grabbed his body tightly, tearing furiously. At the last second before he fell unconscious, there was a faint pleasure in the young man's eyes.

He's confident in his attacking prowess, and that confidence builds on his past success.

When it went dark before his eyes and he didn't know anything, Rossi was knocked to the ground by two uncontrollable tornadoes. The cracked earth kicked up dust, and a large crater with a diameter of four or five meters was faintly visible in the dust.

The bearded man jumped up and down to hold the unconscious and falling young man in his arms and carefully placed it on the ground. The fingers, thick as large turnips, hovered in front of the tip of his nose for a moment before he breathed a sigh of relief.

The injury looked serious, but the physical function did not disappear, and it was only a coma with serious injuries.

Only then did he smile bitterly at the gravel and dirt in the pit, and after shaking slightly, one of them pushed away a stone and stood up.

The clothes on his body were torn to shreds by the tornado's torque, and only a pair of shorts remained, and there was no sign of injury on his sturdy body, but there were also a few deep old scars. He patted the dust off his chest, covered his mouth and nose with one hand, and walked out of the pit.

Deal with two annoying little minions, and finally it's time for king to king.

But the bearded man doesn't have much will to fight, and this kind of battle that must be lost is really not a fight, and it is not a fight if it is not fought.

"It's been a long time since I've had such a good fight. Rosie moved his joint on his right shoulder, and the ability of the flame made his fights tend to take on a fighting style of ability against bombardment, which he didn't like. He prefers more dominant and aggressive hand-to-hand combat, suppressing his enemies and attacking frantically, regardless of the cost or consequences. has been an ordinary ordinary person all his life but died when his life entered another stage, Rosie no longer wants to be ordinary and ordinary, what he wants is to be wild and furious.

He just wants to use his fists to beat out all the dissatisfaction he once had!

The beard was alert, his slightly raised left arm resting right on his chest, and his right arm slightly back at his side, a very standard defensive stance. He could also shatter the blue-haired woman's ice shield with a single punch, and he could also suppress the young man's storm power in the confrontation, but he still didn't dare to be careless, because he knew that once this kind of battle broke out, one side would eventually fall before it could end.

He didn't like this kind of fight, because he could never dominate such a fight, and he couldn't control the outcome of the fight.

Rosie spat out two puffs of turbid air and hooked his finger at the beard, "Come, let me understand." ”

As soon as he finished speaking, a burst of noise followed, and his legs kicked the ground violently, and the whole person shot out like a strong arrow, his right hand was pulled diagonally behind him like a curved bow, and a flame was attached to his fist, leaving a rapid red line in the sight of the bearded man.

The bearded man raised his left foot and stomped it on the ground, and the tremendous force caused his left foot to sink deep into the earth, until half of his calf sank deep into the ground. The whole person twisted to the right, twisted to the limit, as if the taut cowhide band was suddenly released, and the thick fist of his right hand crossed a circle in place and rushed straight ahead.

The next moment, the two strongest fists collided directly, with the fist as the center, the air within a radius of ten meters shook violently, and then there was an explosion. The air was pulled away in an instant, and the dust radiated out of the surroundings, and Rossi was knocked backwards, rolling in the air and landing on all fours, leaving a ten-meter-long brake mark on the ground. The bearded man was drunk, his body swayed uncontrollably, the skin on his right arm was torn inch by inch, and his left leg that stepped into the earth also broke several wounds.

Rosie took a deep breath and curled his fingers like claws, slashed the ground, and rushed towards the bearded man again with his strength. He is actually not having a good time, the huge strength will also bring a huge reaction force, this punch down his right arm is faintly swollen and numb, obviously extremely seriously injured. But after the milky white halo swirled around his arm, it dispelled these negative feelings and healed the injury.

The bearded Rosie's ability has not yet been discovered, but judging from the wounds on his arms and legs that healed instantly, it should also be an ability with amazing resilience.

The two fists collided again, like a collision between stars, and with a bang, the bodies of both of them trembled.

Rosie was knocked upside down again, and the ground under the beard's feet burst open, and he was also beaten and flew out.

Rossi adjusted her center of gravity and stood firm after landing. The bearded man was like a big leather ball, and he bounced several times before falling to the ground.

He slowly got up, his face flushed as if he had been burned red. Hot air erupted from his nostrils, and his cracked right hand was instantly restored again.

He rubbed his wrist and looked at Rosie with a deep fear in his eyes.

It has always been a secret that the bearded man inherited the powers of an earth god who gave him special abilities. As long as his feet are on the earth, he can borrow the power of the earth. This power can be used to attack, and it can also be used to heal his injuries, in other words, as long as he is still standing on the earth, he will not lose. He had faced many formidable enemies in his life, including several demigods, and although he did not win, he did not lose either.

For example, this was the first time he had encountered it after being blessed by the god of the earth, and he had a premonition that maybe if he continued to fight, he would be beaten to death.

Rosie was no weaker than him in terms of strength. Rossi's resilience seems to be superior to resilience. Compared to speed, he is willing to bow to the wind.

There is no advantage in all aspects, but he can borrow the power of the earth to give him the strength to fight. But what should he do when his Divine Source is depleted? He will not be naïve to think that Rosie's Divine Source will be consumed one step ahead of him, and the demigods who can force him to explode themselves are enough to prove the strength and durability of his combat power.

The thought of his wife and children, who were waiting for him to return home in the harvest city at this time, filled his mouth with a thick bitterness.

He looked at Rossi with a wry smile, sighed slightly, and then his face became solemn, and his palms slammed on the ground. The divine source in his body boiled for a while, and the power of the earth quickly poured into his body along his arms. This is his killer weapon, and it is also the magic weapon that he has always won. His strength continued to increase, and his size changed again, becoming larger to accommodate more power.

Rosie was slightly stunned, then a smile appeared on her face. On the surface of his red fruit's body, mysterious lines slowly emerged, which were bright red like blood, slightly fluorescent.

Armed with blood!

A stream of air burst from the soles of his feet, pushing the air around him violently, and his momentum continued to rise, so that even the clouds in the sky seemed to avoid him and move in the opposite direction.

He bit his fingers and drew a second layer of blood on his forehead, chest, and arms, completely unleashing the full potential of his body and the strength of his slumber.

This battle is purely a force collision, it is an absolutely barbaric, but blood-boiling battle!