Xia Ze was slammed into the sea with an extremely fast punch that fell from the clouds.

The shadow of the golden fist exploded on the turbulent sea, stirring up a thousand waves, followed by billowing white smoke.

In the sea water, Xia Ze was on his back, his cheeks were red and swollen, the golden armor on his body was broken and scattered, and the golden armor pieces illuminated the dark seabed.

"I didn't expect this guy to smash my three Heavenly King Armor Talismans with just one punch." Thinking like this, his body was still sinking, and the feeling of pressure from his heart was getting heavier and heavier, and the top priority was to surface as soon as possible to breathe.

He swung his limbs violently and swam towards the light above his head, and just as he was about to leap out of the water, an invisible wind fell from the sky and swept past his ears with a whoosh. The speed was so fast, even if it didn't hit him at all, the strong wind that was speeding to the top of the speed still blew his shoulders with a hot pain.

In mid-air, the martial arts boy slowly withdrew his fingers that popped up, it turned out that he just popped out the finger wind with his fingers, and it had such terrifying power. Xia Ze was suddenly afraid for a while, if there was no deviation of those few inches, I am afraid that he would be in a different place now.

The martial arts boy was expressionless, and soon shot out two more wheals, this time Xia Ze quickly reacted, and with a wave of his hand, two talismans flew out.

On the talisman, a flame ignited, and in a blink of an eye, it turned into a fireball the size of a grinding disk, and there was a whirlwind, which merged into the fireball and continued to expand the fireball.

Puff, the finger wind was like two sharp silver needles, quickly piercing into the rapidly expanding fireball, and then with lightning speed, it slammed into Xia Ze's left and right shoulders, knocking him into the sea, rolling eight times in a row before he stabilized his body.

There was an unbearable pain in the shoulder, and there was a gurgling of blood from the wound, like a wisp of red smoke in the sea. Xia Ze gritted his teeth, put two fingers into the wound, pulled hard, couldn't help but open his mouth in pain, and immediately poured two mouthfuls of bitter seawater. His eyes were tired, and then a golden piece of armor was thrown into the sea by him, and little by little it dispersed into golden dust.

The fireball hurricane, which had lost control, was still wrapped in powerful spiritual power, and smashed straight towards the martial arts boy.

Strangely, he didn't even have the slightest intention of dodging, and let the fireball completely submerge his body.

The fireball exploded, and in the sky, there was a light that was not inferior to the light of the sun, almost blinding people.

Half-pillar incense kung fu, first a sweeping wind blew, blowing the trees everywhere and rolling away the sand and gravel.

Then there was the flash of red light, wave after wave of heat, engulfing everything around them, withering trees, withering flowers and plants. On the beach, the shrimp and crabs that didn't have time to escape showed a purple and red color, and they curled up on the beach weakly.

The wind is strong, the heat is scorching, and the cycle repeats.

Xia Ze hobbled and covered the wound, walked out of the seawater, the bitter sea water soaked the wound, and a heart-piercing pain made him slap in pain, but he didn't dare to take it lightly, freed one hand, clutched the Eight Desolation Sword from the Fire, looked at the light above his head, and waited for it.

With a pop, it was another wheal that was extremely fast, piercing the light, and the speed was so fast that even the originally invisible wind swept the flames and dragged down a long tail of white smoke.

This wind bomb, even if he was energetic, still couldn't prevent it, just burrowed under his arms, and then hit him in the abdomen.

In an instant, that powerful force smashed him viciously into the sea.

First a puddle was left in the sea, and a hurricane howled in the depression, and the hurricane dispersed, and then the sea came from everywhere to fill the gap.

Xia Ze vomited a mouthful of blood, and the pain in his abdomen made his body almost twist into a terrible arc, as if he wanted to squeeze out all the internal organs in his abdomen.

The third time he fell into the water, it took Xia Ze a full thirty-six breaths before he surfaced with difficulty, and he didn't think about it, but he looked up.

In that huge light, the martial arts boy tore off the fierce wind around him with one hand, as if he was shaking a cloak, and as the flame and wind extinguished and dissipated, his figure gradually became clear.

He was still so unsmiling, and his face was indifferent. The sleeveless gown, burned to ashes, the boy shirtless, as strong as granite, somewhat dark, covered with shocking old scars. Obviously, the two talismans just now didn't cause him any damage at all.

In an instant, he let out a loud shout, and shot out hundreds of powerful golden fist shadows.

The fist intent is vertical and horizontal, overwhelming, covering all the routes that Xia Ze may dodge, hard connection? Even half a punch may not be able to withstand it. He scolded his mother unwillingly, and then plunged into the water.

When the hundred golden fist shadows flew to the sea, each expanded to the size of a buffalo, like dumplings in the pot, and every time they fell, there was a thousand feet high splash raised, and the roaring and exploding sound was endless.

When all the fist shadows fell, the turbulent sea was as calm as a pond, and the water surface was covered with a layer of golden fist intent, and from time to time there were ripples and the sea water shook slightly. Then it continued to retract, turning into a white rainbow, rising into the sky, and disappearing into the sky little by little.

The martial arts boy suppressed a palm wind, blowing away the hazy smoke on the sea, and in the endless sea, there was no longer the figure of the young man, and he couldn't even feel a trace of killing intent.

He turned around and looked at the clouds, where a figure wearing armor and holding a sword flashed by.

A white mang sword qi broke through the water surface and slashed straight at the martial arts boy, he frowned slightly, stretched out his strong arms, and his five fingers were like hooks, steadily catching the whistling sword qi.

There was a tingling sensation in his palm, but with just a slight twist, the sword qi disappeared in the blink of an eye.

Another figure followed, mixed with moist moisture, and a raging flame ignited in the middle of the road.

The martial arts boy unhurriedly stretched out his middle and index fingers, brought them to the rushing flames in front of him, and put his two fingers together, and there was a long sword with a red body, which was tightly clamped on his fingertips, unable to move.

Caught off guard, the young man suddenly noticed that there was a moist water vapor behind him, and then a thunderous fist that exploded through the air, slamming into his back without reservation, hitting him as steady as Mount Tai and leaning forward again and again.

The young man behind him, with a hint of white brilliance on his cyan robe, even walked in the air.

In Xia Ze's eyes, there was only that frenzy left, the last time he beat him with a bashi general, he just punched three hastily, and he was killed by him with the momentum of Mount Tai, and it was killed into a pool of blood, this time no matter what, let him know how powerful he is.

The general style of Bahu is a collection of his current exercise, perception, to the culmination of the fierce fist intent, the victory lies in the purity of the fist, such as the spirit officer beating the drum, the thunderbolt of the thunderbolt, the more punches, the more powerful the power.

At first, he could still feel the punch to the flesh, and then the martial artist turned around suddenly, and the punch smashed on his chest impartially, and a sound of gold and stone sounded.

Xia Ze felt a sharp pain in his fist, and the punch seemed to have smashed on hard pig iron.

The martial arts boy handed out a punch from the bottom up, smashing it into Xia Ze's chin, Xia Ze naturally couldn't let him succeed, blocking the fist with one hand downward, and the palm of the other hand outward, protecting his face from the backhand.

However, between this punch, there was a huge gap between Xia Ze and him, and the domineering fist gang knocked his separate arms together, and then was driven out fiercely.

By the time Xia Ze turned around in the air more than a dozen times and finally stabilized his body, there was already a surge of qi and blood in his body.

The martial arts boy flipped his fingers, and the other grabbed the hilt of the sword, and was frightened by the Fire Eight Desolation Sword, and was about to escape while he was unprepared, but he was tightly held in the palm of his hand, like a small insect that was constantly struggling.

Xia Ze had to admit that at this time, he was a little panicked. After all, a strong martial artist who can't see the difference between his cultivation and his feet, the gap between his cultivation and him is not under the Seven Realms, and now, he has also obtained a half-immortal soldier that belongs to him.

He gave up the struggle from the fire sword, and he couldn't bear to hurt his master with his own hands, and finally extinguished a rich fire spirit, like a lifeless ordinary iron sword.

He slowly floated towards Xia Ze, the tip of the sword pointed directly at Xia Ze, somehow, he stopped again, and then the hand holding the sword fell lightly, and the silent fire sword fell to the cloud, and his brain pierced into the hill and sank into a rock.

Out of control of the fire sword, he was overjoyed, the fire spirit was rekindled on the sword, and he just wanted to withdraw to help Xia Ze, but he found that no matter how hard he tried, he could not get out of the boulder, and finally reluctantly extinguished the fire spirit.

On the body of the sword, there were drops of dew pouring out, like a woman crying and crying.

The martial arts boy stood with his hands in his hands, did not punch, yawned repeatedly, and seemed to have lost interest in him.

Xia Ze was slightly stunned, and suddenly realized.

The fight between the martial artist and the martial artist must be divided into winners and losers by fist and fist intent to be the highest reward. Although there is no shortage of martial artists with knives, guns and sticks, the profoundness of that young man's boxing skills, the grandeur of his fist intent, and how arrogant he is, naturally he can't look down on Xia Ze, who is timid.

Xia Ze pulled it on his body, and the cyan robe covered with all kinds of talismans was casually thrown into the distance by him, he stared at the martial arts boy tightly, took a deep breath of martial arts true qi, straightened his body, put on a fist fight, and was ready to go.

The martial arts boy's originally indifferent eyes gradually melted, his eyes narrowed slightly, and the corners of his mouth raised into a smile.

Xia Ze, who was on the other side, silently stretched out his palm, and then clenched his palm upwards into a fist, only erecting one of the longest fingers: "Come on!" See if I don't kill you! ”

These words are full of anger, but Xia Ze's back has already been soaked in cold sweat, he actually has no confidence, when this sentence blurted out, even he felt like he was saying: Come on, come and kill me.

The martial arts boy let out a low shout, and sure enough, he jumped up, and suddenly came to Xia Ze's body, and silently imprinted his invincible fist on his chest.

The terrifying force exploded in Xia Ze's chest, and there was a deafening sonic boom, he screamed, his body flew upside down, and finally smashed heavily on a mountain peak.

Rubble rolls down, smoke and dust.

The young warrior followed, quickly came to the top of the smashed mountain, and stepped down.

A huge golden paw print fell from the sky, and the momentum was so loud that it was like the top of Mount Tai.

In the dust, a figure had just stood up, and was immediately viciously trampled down by the golden paw prints, and the mountain peak that had been blown up collapsed deeply.

The height of the mountain peak, less than ten zhang, seems to have become no edges and corners, hills, flat on the mountain, there is a huge paw print, the edge of the imprint, and the wisps of golden fist flames.

Wu Fu Shao looked at it for a long time, and was about to turn around and leave, but he heard a thunderclap in the mountains below, and then the young man felt that his eyes were dark, and there was a burst of warmth on his cheeks, and then the mountains flew out uncontrollably.

The young man's heart moved, his body seemed to be embedded in the sky, as steady as Mount Tai, when he touched his face, he looked at the palm, there was a moist red, how could this be? There was a hint of doubt in the boy's eyes.

Xia Ze's eyes were red, his mouth kept making a terrifying roar, his feet stepped on a black flame, and flashed in front of the martial arts boy's eyes with a flick of his fingers, and the five fingers with sharp fingers and claws grew, and the red light flashed, drawing a cold arc in the air, and in a breath, five deep scars were cracked on the martial arts boy's chest, and blood continued to overflow.

Xia Ze seemed to have completely lost his mind, and rushed up, clamping his arms around the hands and wrists of the martial arts boy, and then biting him on the ear violently.

The sharp fangs pierced the flesh and blood, but soon Xia Ze's sharp fangs were all broken by the martial arts boy's punch.

Xia Ze, who seemed to have fallen into a madness, threw out a mouthful of blood, but his momentum was still undiminished, and the seemingly disorderly scratching made the martial arts boy seem a little out of hand, whenever he punched and was about to counterattack, there would be dense wounds on his wrists and chest.

All of a sudden, the blood was pervasive.

At the time of crisis, the demonic spirit of the young man, who had always been the most jealous, couldn't bear it anymore and took the lead in resisting.

Unexpectedly, the martial arts boy snorted coldly, and a fist that shook all directions burst out from his body, shaking Xia Ze back.

Xia Ze's left eye, the red color completely faded, and half of his face showed a frightened look, in fact, the attack just now was not controlled by him, but completely by the black demonic qi in his body, manipulating his body to do a good thing.

The murderous young man on the opposite side was full of terrifying murderous aura, if it was a powerful and unrivaled domineering fist before, then now it was replaced by a vicious and vicious Sen Han fist intent.

Xia Ze's deliberate fist, before he could smash it, the martial arts boy took the lead in killing, stepped on Xia Ze's arm, and stepped on him from the mountain peak.

Of course, Xia Ze refused to admit defeat, as early as the moment his fists and feet met, he hurriedly used a thousand catties of falling pile skills, fist intent, physical strength, and martial arts true qi were closely linked, but he was still kicked by him to plow a long ravine in the mountains.

Behind him was the familiar sea water, Xia Ze secretly swore that it would never be possible for him to be thrown into the sea again, he screamed, in his eyes, the strong black gas on his body spontaneously appeared, and he grabbed the leg of the martial arts boy with both hands and twisted it hard.

Suddenly, there was an unbelievable scene in the battle situation, the martial arts boy who should have broken his leg by Xia Ze took the first step, like a spinning top, twisted his leg, and then another intact sturdy long leg slashed around and slashed heavily on Xia Ze's neck.

The whole heaven and earth seemed to have been hit by a heavy object, and the mirror image was like a flat drum surface, shaking slightly.

Xia Ze only felt that his body was soft, and the full of demonic qi was so frightened that he fled back to the Qi Mansion, and then there was a crisp sound of a broken neck bone, Xia Ze had mixed feelings in his heart, and then there was boundless calm, no thought of resisting, no idea of running away to survive.

The martial arts boy with a hideous face broke free from the restraints, twisted again, and the leg bones that were originally broken and out of shape were re-spliced, healed, and melted in one place, intact as before!

The terrible thing is that when he made this series of actions, he had no expression at all, as if he did not feel pain.

When Xia Ze fell to the ground, the young man had already been killed, and with a ruthless move, he once again withdrew from the near-death calm to reality.

Xia Ze let out an extremely loud scream, but the martial arts boy obviously had no intention of stopping, and removed his ribs, backbone, and leg bones one after another, but it could not hurt his flesh and skin.

After a while, Xia Ze's screams gradually weakened, and he was as weak as mud, motionless.

The martial arts boy saw that his eyes were closed, and he turned around and was about to leave, but he found that his feet and necks were being held, and when he looked down, the young man with a bloody face struggled to prop himself up, constantly spasmed, and said with a twitch on his face: "Don't go...... Ahem...... Fight with me! ”

He was suddenly a little puzzled, obviously his backbone was removed, he could still support it, but the movements in his hands were not ambiguous, and with a palm, a fierce wind slapped Xia Ze, who was finally able to support himself, into the mud.

This time, the head is completely bordered by the feet, and it can be determined that this time not only the spine is broken, but even the hip bone is crushed, so this time it should be killed.

This boxing environment, even if you die, the world outside will be safe and sound, that is, the nightmare that is a hundred times more real than dying outside, will envelop the martial arts, and some people will not be able to get rid of it in their lifetime. The mood was damaged, and the heart was lost, and Takeo came to the road of deadend.

There was a sound behind him, and the young man turned around impatiently, only to see the young man who was prostrate on the ground, trying to lift his head over and over again.

The bones of his whole body were broken, like a spine slug, and the slightest movement would cause the pain of tearing hundreds of limbs into thousands of pieces.

Unsurprisingly, there was another gust of wind, and this time the martial arts boy used seventy percent of his strength, and he didn't even look back, and strode away.

After only walking seven or eight steps, a roar suddenly came from behind him. He turned his head sharply and saw a terrifying sight.

By the sea, a mangled body, staggering and staggering, a gust of wind can blow him down. The young man with no skin was completely skinless, and there was not a piece of good flesh on his body, and the fist washed away the flesh and blood on his body, and in some places even the bones were visible.

But on that crumbling body, there were five different colors of aura, wandering around the body, and everywhere it went, white bones and raw flesh. Even the broken backbones and broken bones were returned to their original positions little by little.

He threw a handful of fairy money to the young man, and said tremblingly, "Don't go...... Finish with me. ”

A puzzled look began to appear on the young man's face, he shook his head, and walked straight away.

Xia Ze stood weakly in place, looking at the boy of his average age, and gradually moving away. It wasn't until the young man's figure disappeared that Xia Ze fell to the ground suddenly, gasping for breath, he covered his mouth to prevent the cry that ran to his mouth.

For a long time, I fell asleep.

What he didn't notice was that above his head, in the sky, the young man was smiling and relieved.

I don't know how long it took, Xia Ze woke up, and found that he hadn't been sent out of the fist illusion realm, it was dusk at this time, and he didn't know what the situation in the outside world was, he had already sent the spirit to Yunxi Town to inform Wu Xiao.

Just thinking about it, there was a burst of hunger in his stomach, and just next to the beach, there were many shrimp and crabs that had been scalded by the heat wave before, and he didn't care about the mud and sand on the top, so he gulped the cooked shrimp and crabs into his mouth.

"A total of 27 punches were punched today, which is 24 punches more than yesterday."

There was a roar in his ears, Xia Ze turned his head suddenly, and found that it was the young man, like last time, standing on the beach, facing the turbulent sea, and punching blatantly.

This set of boxing techniques, I can't see how unfathomable it is, but in the hands of this young man, he must have been honed thousands of times, one move and one style, one collection and one release, flowing water, and even in some seemingly inconspicuous moves, there is also a hidden momentum like a mountain torrent and tsunami. It's as if this is not the fist of a martial artist in the world, but the fist of an immortal.

Xia Ze plucked up his courage, stepped forward, and asked in a loud voice, "Who are you?" ”

The young man just glanced at Xia Ze slightly when he turned around and walked away in the boxing technique, and was silent.

"Can I learn boxing with you?" Xia Ze asked, muttering to himself in his heart, this person can't be a mute, right?

The boy was still silent, and suddenly his fist intent was dispersed, and then he walked towards the sea on his own.

Xia Ze wanted to stand far away, with his eyes that he never forget, he memorized the boxing technique, and there was room to use his hands.

The sea was originally calm, but suddenly thundered loudly, and it rained heavily in an instant.

The terrible thunder and lightning suddenly fell, and a huge whirlpool suddenly formed on the surface of the sea, and the waves were churning, and any powerful force seemed so small in front of this terrifying tide.

But the young man resolutely stepped into the sea, walked towards the whirlpool that was constantly sweeping, and with only his martial arts physique, he handed out a punch, and the fist was like a galloping arrow, piercing the waves, and then submerged into the whirlpool, disappearing silently.

The young man smiled slightly, and against the waves of thousands of catties, he threw dozens of punches.

Xia Ze was stunned.

On the morning of Yunxi Town, Lu Ying was busy with business, but he found that there were more than a dozen scoundrels with blue noses and swollen faces outside the door, as well as those women who chewed their tongues, kneeling outside the door, and when they saw Lu Ying, they quickly kowtowed and admitted their mistakes, crying.

The splashers also have to compensate for the loss of smashing the tables, chairs, and tea sets in the store yesterday.

Lu Ying looked at the plump woman in the shop, and Wu Xiao with the appearance of an immortal, and hurriedly hid the smile on her face.

"Ayu, I received a letter from the lord earlier, he encountered some trouble in the Taoxi Temple of Diancang Mountain and couldn't get out, and I need you to go there quickly and help him."