Xia Ze was in a trance, and was pushed down on the bed by the charming Li Mifang.

She walked closer and closer, walking like a light cat, and when Xia Ze's face was full of astonishment, she slowly sat on the edge of the bed, next to Xia Ze, and said delicately: "Childe, am I beautiful?" ”

The charming woman looked at Xia Ze, who was still out of the world on the bed, covered her mouth and smiled: "It seems that the determination of the son is not as strong as your cultivation." ”

She stretched out her white jade hand and touched the young man's face, and was suddenly grabbed by the young man who came back to her senses, and couldn't help but rejoice: "Son, don't be in a hurry......"

There was a sudden sharp pain in her wrist, and the pain made her burst into tears.

Xia Ze looked angry and squeezed out a word from between his teeth: "Get out!" ”

Then he took Li Mifang's hand and dragged her out of the door, and with a bang, the door was closed.

The woman still couldn't get out of the fright just now, looking at the young man who didn't understand the amorous feelings, she scolded angrily that it was really an elm head, and then went home angrily.

Xia Ze lay on the crack of the door, and watched the woman leave angrily before he dared to gasp for breath, he did not hesitate, and decisively pasted two golden talismans on it, and summoned two door gods holding long knives and axes to stand outside the door.

Even so, he was still a little afraid: "The rivers and lakes are sinister! ”

He flipped his hand, and a stinging coin flew out of the square inch, glanced at the portrait on the wall, pinched it with two fingers, and threw it into the scroll.

Above the scroll, like boiling water, the things on the portrait began to blur. It's just that such a vision only existed for a short period of ten breaths.

Xia Ze was a little confused, with the attitude of giving it a try, he threw in two stunning coins again, and the previous picture reappeared, and the light had covered a corner of the scroll.

Xia Ze couldn't help but feel a little painful, a stinging coin was equivalent to a thousand taels of silver, in the past, it could make him eat and drink well for decades, and even buy a luxurious mansion.

It's just that now he has invested three stinging coins, and if he stops here, not only will he not even use the mystery of drawing the scroll to study and understand, but even the three stinging coins he invested before will also be lost.

Xia Ze turned his heart sideways, took out three again, and threw them into it, the light on the painting shaft was as dazzling as the scorching sun.

Xia Ze looked at the light, just for a moment, and stood on a desolate ridge. He was a little stunned, and when he raised his eyes, there was an endless sea of clouds and mountain peaks everywhere.

At this moment, there was a small black dot that jumped down from the cloud, without the help of any immortal magic weapons or magic powers, and his legs were facing down, and he fell straight down.

Xia Zexin couldn't say it well, and just about to dodge, the young man's feet shook the ground, and there was an explosion comparable to thousands of thunderbolts falling at the same time, and the originally towering mountain peak was shattered by this young man's foot in an instant.

Countless gravel, smoke and dust, collapsed towards the abyss.

Xia Ze slowly descended with the collapsed peak, and was just about to summon the Eight Desolation Sword of Fire to rise, he was slightly stunned, and his hands were empty......

Why can't I take out the magic weapon in the natal object? All of a sudden, there was chaos.

The young man who fell from the sky, wearing a sleeveless gown, was somewhat similar to Xia Ze in appearance, he stepped on the falling small gravel, step by step, in mid-air, catching up with Xia Ze's figure.

Then he picked up a punch and quickly hit Xia Ze in the abdomen.

With this punch alone, Xia Ze felt that his entire body and even his soul were wailing for the pain that was burning his bones. The domineering fist gang knocked him down the abyss with one punch.

For the first time in his life, he felt so truly that a person's fists could be so hard. Don't use the true qi of martial arts, just rely on the strength of the body.

Xia Ze had already given up, his eyelids were getting heavier and heavier, looking at the young man hovering in mid-air, no matter how much he wanted to struggle to survive, his body would not allow it.

Xia Ze's body fell from a high altitude and stuck upside down on the water, causing a splash that was several five feet high.

The martial arts boy hovered in the air, standing with his hands in his hands.

Xia Ze's eyes were closed, floating on the sea on all fours, and he had already passed out.

The martial arts boy slowly floated to Xia Ze's side, a sneer appeared on the corner of his mouth, and he raised his hand knife high.

Xia Ze, who was originally unconscious, suddenly opened his eyes suddenly, jumped up with a little foot.

Locking the young man's wrist with one hand, he exerted force at his waist and threw it into the water, and then opened his palm, and poured a raging thunderbolt into the turbulent sea without reservation.

The pitch-black sea water is illuminated thoroughly by the white rays of thunder and lightning. The martial arts boy, in the tumbling seawater, was completely engulfed by the earth-shattering thunder, and then he was like a dead fish that had broken its float, drifting and immersed in the deep sea.

Xia Ze landed on the surface of the sea and breathed a sigh of relief.

It was not advisable to stay long, and he turned around to swim to the shore.

With a pain in his abdomen, Xia Ze spit out blood from his mouth, and was splashed by a huge water that rushed into the sky, and rushed into the air.

With this punch, the sea water around the boy quickly retreated, and in the deep sea, the boy stood on a dry reef and slowly retracted.

The sea water flowed back to its original position, and the young man, with both feet on the ground, jumped up and killed high in the air when the sea came.

The reefs at the bottom of the sea caved in, and the sea filled the gaps, creating a huge whirlpool.

Xia Ze saw that the young man was getting closer and closer, and he suddenly had no intention of fighting.

This inexplicable martial arts boy who came out of nowhere, didn't ask the reason, didn't let him have a chance to ask, and killed him when he met. He couldn't even see through the young man's cultivation foundation, he only knew that every time he was punched, his body and even his soul let out a frightened wail.

It's like telling him Xia Ze, run away, or you'll die!

The time of death was approaching, and countless images flashed in Xia Ze's mind, like a whirling marquee.

The original retreat from the fear of death has dissipated a little. Xia Ze gritted his teeth and told himself that he must not die here in vain.

Even if you die, you have to go three or five times under the fist of this martial arts boy who has a great boxing technique, and then die.

Taking a deep breath of martial arts true qi, Xia Ze turned sideways to unload the water wave power, then slipped from the side, bowed down and twisted his posture, and then tensed his body, slowly accumulating fist intent.

The rising martial arts boy had the corners of his mouth raised, as if he praised Xia Ze for having the courage to ask him for boxing under this iron fist.

Then he shouted angrily, broke out a thousand catties of strength on the dragon's spine on his back, and slammed a punch into Xia Ze's face.

Xia Ze wanted to use a hard blow from the overlord to remove his strength, and then use all his strength to counterattack, but he welded with one claw and one punch, and finally his palm and even his arm clicked, making a terrible sound of breaking.

Enduring the sharp pain in his arm, Xia Ze had to temporarily change his moves, resisting the young man's collapse punch with one hand, and hitting the young man in the cheek with the other hand.

In an instant, Xia Ze was like a stone flake that had been thrown, hitting fifteen water drifts in a row on the sea, and finally smashed a reef to pieces.

The young man no longer resisted the sky, fell into the sea, stepped on the waves step by step, and walked slowly towards Xia Ze.

Three inches outside the cheeks, the collapsed golden wall was repaired by the fluorescence of martial arts one by one.

Xia Ze's chest rose and fell violently, and he forced himself to straighten up, the original cyan robe was shattered by the explosion, and the flesh and blood on his body were blurred.

That ferocious fist, Senior Brother Xia Ze had palpitations, not only the torture of the flesh, but also the blunt knife cutting the flesh, tearing his soul little by little.

The two qi of gods and demons that were originally rampant and domineering in his body were now no longer tempered at all, and they cowered and hid on his crippled soul, especially the black demonic qi, as if he had seen a ghost, if he hadn't left Xia Ze's body, he would have dissipated into nothingness, I'm afraid it would have broken out of his body and escaped.

"Tuntian!" Xia Ze shouted.

The red aura in the body, if there is a sense, is about to appear, but suddenly stunned, you return to the original position, no matter how Xia Ze calls, it is motionless.

Xia Ze sighed, well, since Tuntian has no choice, then he can only rely on himself.

In addition to the godhead given by Taiyi to save the suffering Tianzun, as well as the magic weapon of the talisman, he Xia Ze also has two killer skills, one punch and one sword.

The sword method is the awakening immortal style that is felt outside the horse crying grave, which is taken from the cold wind of the wax moon.

The method of boxing is the previous move in the town to subdue Li Sheng, called: General Bahu style. The boxing method is like a chain cannon through the sky, the boxing method is fierce, and it is the culmination of its own boxing intent.

He gritted his teeth and stretched out his trembling right hand, and on his other hand, the finger bones were crooked, and some broken bones were even pierced into the flesh.

Every time he straightened a finger, Xia Ze let out a heart-rending cry, and on the wounds of the five fingers, there was dirty black stasis and blood flowing out.

When the boy came to him slowly, he had straightened his broken palm.

Although he was already weakened by his serious injuries, Xia Ze's rickety posture burst out at this moment with an earth-shattering, unprecedented vastness of fist intent.

The situation was changing rapidly, and even the martial arts boy couldn't help but be a little surprised.

Xia Ze's eyebrows were cold, and the next moment he had already killed in front of the young man, and between three breaths, he had already blasted out hundreds of punches on the young man's horizontal physique.

Domineering, fierce, I am invincible.

Xia Ze's mind was full of such emotions, the fist intent wandered all over his body, the broken fist was painless, only punching, non-stop punching!

Dripping with blood, after punching, it flew all over the sky.

I can't die, I won't die! I want to win!

If there were people on the sea, a young man in tattered clothes could be seen from a distance, facing the body of another martial arts boy, constantly punching.

The sea vibrated regularly with the rhythm of the boy's punches, and gradually, for a moment, it was as calm as the surface of a pond.

But even so, the martial arts boy still didn't move, and there was a thick barrier composed of pure martial arts true qi in front of him.

Even so, so what, on Xia Ze's fists, the flesh and blood were blurred, and the white bones were already exposed, and he was covered in blood, but in his eyes, there was endless fanatical battle intent.

Bang bang bang! After the three explosions, a half-human-high crack appeared on the qi wall, and the martial arts boy was silent, but he could clearly see a surprise in his eyes.

Xia Ze rounded his arm and threw out the most ferocious punch in the general style so far, smashing the qi wall into a big hole.

The shattered walls turned into sparkling fireflies and dissipated into heaven and earth. Then, Xia Ze jumped out of the hole and locked it on the top of the martial arts boy's head with one hand.

"Found you!" He groaned.

In the next moment, Xia Ze's ribs were firmly punched, and just such a punch shattered all his ribs.

Pain, enough pain to break a person's mind.

The martial arts boy grabbed one of Xia Ze's legs, like a broom, smashed it back and forth more than twenty times, and then casually threw him to the ground.

At this moment, Xia Ze no longer dared to let himself have the luxury of surviving, and only hoped that this martial arts boy could be decisive and kill him at once.

Otherwise, it's really better to live than to die.

The martial arts boy straddled the pool of flesh and blood, punching after punch, using the killing move that Xia Ze had used before, the general style.

Every time the fist was smashed, there were countless mountain peaks and rolling stones around it, which were affected by the fist gang and collapsed.

The surging tide flows backwards, and in the dry place, there are waves of strong winds, like waves, one after another.

I don't know if it was intentional, but the young man punched fiercely but didn't hit him in the face, as if he wanted to let him see how he was beaten to death.

The martial artist threw out thirty-seven punches in a row, and the interval between the punches was very long, which was enough for him to carefully taste the fists that were attached to each punch.

Finally, he couldn't feel the pain anymore, as if out of his body, he stood by and watched, and the boy kept pounding the pool of blood.

After a long time, Xia Ze suddenly saw the young man get up and spread out his palm, and the six stunning coins that he had put into the scroll slipped from his palm, and the original full aura was consumed.

When it fell to the ground, it had already turned into a pile of white ash.

The martial arts boy crossed the transparent Xia Ze, and the delicate walkway to the seaside, without the original momentum, slowly erected the pile.

Blow your breath and punch out.

On the horizon, the sun rises in the east.

There is a huge fist, riding the wind and waves, and rushing the sea out of the traces like ridges.

Bang bang bang! Punch after punch, unpretentious, but incredibly powerful.

His expression was indifferent, and he poured all his thoughts into his fists.

Xia Ze was thoughtful, and unconsciously, he was also immersed in this Tongshen Fist method.

As soon as the flowers in front of him, Xia Ze had already returned to the meditation room and stood in front of the scroll.

Under his feet, there was a large pool of dripping sweat, wet.

The placket of his clothes was also wet with sweat, a little sticky, and he touched all over his body, and in the picture scroll, he was obviously beaten all over his body, and even died.

But now, he is safe and sound, is it that everything before is just a dream? Mirror flowers and autumn moon?

But the pain from his soul told him that all this could not be more real.

The good news is that the two spirits and demons in the body at first looked like feuds, but at this moment, they are like two trembling children, huddled in the corner, and they couldn't be calmer.

Xia Ze suspiciously took out the Eight Desolation Sword from the square inch, and gently wiped his fingers on the blade, and blood overflowed from the small wound.

Doesn't it hurt? How can it not hurt? He picked up his fist and smashed it on his shoulder, but it still didn't hurt.