Chapter Seventy-One: Ten Strong Martial Arts
The place where the general 'Qi Qi' and Buwu Donghuang Qi Taizu confronted, the infinite white qi wave gradually dissipated, and when they looked closely, they were all full of desolation at a glance, within a radius of a hundred zhang, except for the two of them, they couldn't see a complete thing at all, this was just the result of the breath that accidentally leaked out during their confrontation, if they were taught to destroy it with all their might, pulling out any one of them would be enough to easily slaughter the city.
"It's only twenty-three breaths, and you are so easily defeated?! It seems that the legendary top ten martial arts are no more than Er'er, which is really a big disappointment for Gong!" Looking at Qi Taizu who was hammered into the ground by his own 'Fudo King City', the corners of Wei Chigong's disdainful mouth twitched slightly, and his face was full of unhappiness, like an athlete who had just finished warming up but was suddenly told that you could go to rest, there was an indescribable unhappiness.
The whole body was hammered into the ground, leaving only a head and raised hands on the ground, but Qi Taizu's expression did not have any panic, but laughed and said: "Twenty-three breaths of warm-up time is enough, the ten strong martial arts of the deity have just come out of the claws, fingers, legs, and palms, if you are really not happy, then the deity will accompany you to the end!"
The bottom word that accompanies you to the end?