This red-clothed monk is so powerful, he will keep getting bigger, and he is almost two meters five!

Peter dodged left and right, slapped his palms and punched, feeling the increasing power of the blood monk, and wanted to take him to the research institute to check his body for him, to see what this guy was, how to mutate, how to grow in strength as if there was no end.

At this moment, the blood monk's muscles and muscles were already two circles larger than in the first battle, and the whole body had turned into a slowly trembling and expanding muscle bump, and the forearms were thicker than Peter's thighs.

His gushing and burning blood qi permeated his body, and even gradually flowed like substance, condensing into a translucent blood armor.

The blood monk also secretly complained.

"How does this spider-man's power seem to grow as my power grows?"

He fell into the misunderstanding of self-perception, and when he saw that Spider-Man was thin and weak, he was still an agile warrior who relied on spider silk to wander and predict his senses, so he thought about dropping ten times with one force.

If I am in the third realm of the Immortal Dao, with a five-fold buff, how should you deal with the huge power of 100,000 catties?

But he almost burned his own blood, and his strength doubled on the basis of 100,000 catties, but the strength of this spider-man is still bottomless, and he still maintains a level similar to him.

No, you can't lose!

The blood monk's eyes were full of war, and his muscles and flesh bulged again, and he exchanged injuries with Peter like a beast.

Boom!

Peter's tremendous force struck the Blood Monk in the abdomen with a powerful thud, kicking him into the concrete floor, filling the ground with dust and cracking.

In the pit several meters deep, the blood monk whose whole body was broken like mud slowed down for a long time before he struggled to stand up, crawled out of the pit, and looked at Spider-Man not far away with resentment and fear.

Peter's Stark-made suit was also torn in many places, and his whole skin was peeled, but it was obviously much better than that of the Blood Monk.

"Now tell me, who are you?"

"Phew!"

The Blood Monk didn't answer, spat at the blood foam, gasped for breath, and turned his eyes on his companion for help, but only received a mocking and disdainful look at the garbage.

"Asura~" Although he was stung by this contemptuous gaze, the blood monk still opened his mouth tremblingly.

This is both the 'race' of one-third of his fellow monster and his name.

"Rubbish!"

The six-armed Asura smiled contemptuously and mocked his incompetent companion mercilessly:

"I've said it a long time ago, the strength of the heart and body qi technique, the five limits are not allowed to be flattering.

You rely on the nondescript 'Force Qi Blood Dragon and Tiger Body' and the 'Blood River Immortal Method', and you want to reach the four limits of the mind, body, qi, and potential at the same time, how can it be so easy.

Being beaten by a mutant native, it's a shame for our Blood Demon Palace! ”

The way of human immortals is to explore the potential inside the body in the third realm of condensation realm, and open up a secret star-like 'trick point' in the depths of flesh, blood, internal organs, bone marrow and so on inside the human body.

But if you want to achieve the fourth realm 'celestial' and become a high-realm monk, no matter how many tricks you open up, it is useless.

Only when one of the five realms of mind, body, qi, technique, and potential reaches the 'extreme realm', can one break through the heavens.

The number of limits at the time of breakthrough also corresponds to the quality of the Earth Immortal Dao Jindan, the five limits of the breakthrough correspond to the first product of the Jiedan, the four limits correspond to the second and third grades, the three limits correspond to the four or five grades, and so on.

The color of resentment in the blood monk's eyes flashed, but he still lowered his head in humiliation: "You're right, I'm too weak!" ”

"Hahaha!" Seeing that his companion was soft, Asura stretched out a long green and slender arm from his arms, covered his head, and laughed wildly.

With a long roar, Asura's huge momentum instantly dispersed, and he walked towards the vigilant little spider step by step, and the six long hands stretched out their index fingers at the same time.

"Six air cannons!"

Six streamers of different colors converged at his fingertips, and the fine arc of light disappeared instantly without the slightest sound, and the next moment it had appeared in front of Peter.

Peter was so agitated that his whole body twisted into a soft and tortuous posture as if he had no bones, trying to dodge the attack.

He dodged, and six cannons of light smashed the buildings behind him into dust.

He didn't dodge it, his whole body was like being struck by lightning, and he suddenly snorted muttered and spat blood.

"Sure enough!"

Asura laughed wantonly, and the streamers from his fingertips spread out like bursting star chips, merging into the ubiquitous air.

"The common problem of this kind of combat intuition: you will often only have a premonition of damage with a high degree of danger, but you can't maintain the same sensitivity to the existence of 'no harm', and your intuition is strong to the level of 'prediction', and you can't get rid of such limitations."

The six green arms of the Asura were folded in twos and twos, and he read: "It's over, the six qi of the imperial body, become infinite!" ”

Wind and rain, cold and heat, obscurity, how can such changes directly harm people's bodies?

Breeze and drizzle, hot and cold changes, light and darkness.

Such changes are always 'harmless' to man, but when they accumulate to an extent that they exceed man's capacity, they are 'harmful'.

Clearly, Peter's spider senses don't have a limit to what makes them harmful.

He only felt the cold and heat in his body, like a knife cutting like a hammer, but he couldn't sense where the attack was coming from, so he could only stagger and try to run over to attack the six-armed man not far away, but his mind suddenly went blank during the run.

So, without warning, Spider-Man fell, under the footage of a helicopter in the distance, in front of most of the people watching TV throughout New York.

Spider-Man is different.

For the people of New York, this 'kid next door', who has been active in New York for more than ten years, is closer, more familiar and more trusting than heroes such as Iron Man and Team America.

He is both the 'god' that New Yorkers worship and the 'man' around them.

When he fell, so did the city of New York.

When Li Hao and the others arrived, they only saw a piece of ruins and a female reporter crying silently.

The reporter said that every mistake would be deducted, and her intermittent crying was enough for her to be deducted ten years of salary and fired ten times, but no one cared about this.

Today, the sky is clear in New York, from Manhattan to Brooklyn, from villas and mansions to bungalows and dilapidated houses, and I don't know how many people's cheeks are wet with rain.

"Are you going to save him?" Hope said in a low voice: "If you save him at this time, you will definitely be able to reap the favor of the natives of this world!" ”

"It's late!" Huan'er pointed to the sky.

A somewhat torn steel suit flew in, and with the help of a few enthusiasts, wrapped the unconscious Spider-Man and flew away.

"Why don't you just kill him?"

In an alley, the blood monks who had recovered were a little angry.

"Are you questioning me?"

Asura's faint black eyes looked over, and the blood monk trembled in fright, "No! ”

"That's good, let's go!" Asura's footsteps rang out.

The blood monk hurriedly followed, his blood-red eyes staring at Asura's back, his eyes were full of hatred, but he didn't dare to refute it, so he could only keep cursing in his heart.

"It's just a string of mixed Namek people and Asura clans, what is there to be proud of as a hybrid experiment, and dare to call it Asura'

(End of chapter)