Lu Yuan knew that the reason why he did not have a trace of retreat and fear in the face of this eight-grade dry corpse.

It has something to do with some emotions absorbed in the mind, and these emotions give rise to endless fighting intent and destructive desire.

But didn't Lu Yuan want to rely on this breeding fighting spirit to force out the upper limit of his strength?

Lu Yuan's footsteps moved slightly, keeping a certain distance from the dried corpse, and took the opportunity to observe the dried corpse.

This is a male corpse, with a somewhat obscene appearance, a very thin body, looking less than 1.6 meters tall, and the skin is covered with bones, like a piece of air-dried bacon.

However, this dry corpse with some dwarfs stood there, but it gave Lu Yuan a very tall and indestructible feeling.

What made Lu Yuan a little puzzled was that this dried corpse was different from other dried corpses with mutilated bodies, he didn't seem to have any injuries on his body, and he didn't know how he died.

"Eight grades of quenching meat, qi and blood are as thick as mercury, the flesh is condensed and solid, even if you are injured, you can recover quickly..."

Just as Lu Yuan walked to the side of the dried corpse, he found a terrifying wound on its back.

From his neck to his back, it was bloody, and Lu Yuan could clearly see that the white vertebrae were exposed.

It's hard to imagine what kind of backstab this eight-rank martial artist suffered during his lifetime.

When Lu Yuan observed this dry corpse, the dry corpse's eyes without the slightest brilliance were also looking at him, as if waiting for Lu Yuan to attack.

"Come on, I'll punch you today!"

Lu Yuan's five fingers clenched, and there was a 'click' sound between the friction of the bones, full of a sense of power.

Taking a deep breath, he slammed his feet on the ground, and Lu Yuan's figure disappeared in place, leaving only a small pit on the ground.

The bloody wind swept in Lu Yuan's ears, and Lu Yuan's speed was stretched to the limit, like a cheetah, and in a few breaths, it had already approached the corpse.

The eight-rank dry corpse didn't seem to see Lu Yuan's attack, and it was still standing in place.

A trace of disappointment flashed in Lu Yuan's eyes, he didn't expect this dry corpse to stand and beat him.

The right fist smashed out like a cannonball, dragging the afterimage, trying to tear the air apart, bringing a burst of sound of breaking the air.

"Bang!"

I saw that the arm of the eight-rank dry corpse was slightly horizontal, blocking the top of his head.

It was such a seemingly casual action that forcibly blocked Lu Yuan's powerful punch.

Fists collide with arms, making the sound of rocks and iron hitting each other.

The ground under the feet of the dry corpse cracked and cracked, showing the power of Lu Yuan's punch.

Lu Yuan's eyes showed a look of surprise, and then a trace of excitement welled up in his heart.

"This guy is so strong!"

He felt as if his punch had hit a rock, and his arm was as hard as iron.

Moreover, the fighting skills of the Bapin dry corpse are very strong, and he used the unloading force to transfer the power of Lu Yuan's punch to the legs, and then transmitted it to the ground.

The blow failed, and Lu Yuan immediately flew back with recoil.

"The punch I just made, although I didn't go all out, but it used almost eighty percent of the strength, this is a perfect stone fist with eighty percent of the strength, but this guy's arm didn't even shake..."

Eight-rank martial artist, terrifying!

The reason why Lu Yuan was so surprised was because this dry corpse was unconscious, but with his fighting instinct before his death, if he was replaced by a real eight-rank martial artist...

The strength is probably not what Lu Yuan can match.

Lu Yuan had just stepped on the ground and rushed forward again.

This time, he will no longer keep his hands, ten percent of his strength, the perfect realm of the stone fist, go all out!

Bang!

This punch was still blocked, Lu Yuan didn't stop at all, and his left fist blasted out again, bringing a strong wind in his face.

This dry corpse can block him with one punch or two, but it definitely can't block his hundred punches!

Lu Yuan attacked like crazy, and his fists were so fast that an afterimage appeared.

With each punch, Lu Yuan used all his strength, punch after punch to bombard the vital point of the dry corpse.

Bang bang bang!

The dull sound of blows continued, and Lu Yuan's ears were a little buzzing.

"This guy, I'm afraid it's not the early stage of the eighth grade!"

Lu Yuan scolded secretly, he estimated that the dried corpse in front of him was at least the middle stage of the Eighth Rank Blood Transport Realm.

Even if Lu Yuan's fist hit the head of the dried corpse, it only made its body shake slightly.

Lu Yuan felt that what he was facing was not a dwarf at all, but a solid wall, a steep mountain.

"I don't believe it yet!"

Lu Yuan continued to swing his fists.

Ten punches!

100 punches!

His physical strength poured out as if he didn't want money, and the last punch didn't seem to have fallen yet, and the next punch was already close behind.

Lu Yuan firmly believes that even if it is an iron block, it will be chiseled through by his fist!

"However, this guy doesn't seem to regard me as an opponent at all, otherwise if he had taken the initiative to attack, I guess I would have been killed here a long time ago..."

Ignored by a dried corpse, Lu Yuan didn't know whether he should be happy or sad.

After entering this village, Lu Yuan felt like a novice who had strayed into an advanced map, and there were bosses everywhere that were far beyond his level.

Finally, after Lu Yuan's indiscriminate bombardment, the metallic luster on the body of the eight-pin dry corpse gradually faded.

"This dry corpse should have practiced some kind of defense-strengthening martial art before he died!"

Lu Yuan suddenly understood, no wonder he was so resistant.

Bang bang!

This discovery rekindled Lu Yuan's hope.

The fist continued to slam down, and the body of the eight-rank dry corpse shook slightly, without any fluctuations, and it didn't seem to be injured, but in fact, the luster on the surface of the skin was even lighter.

In Lu Yuan's eyes, this eight-rank dry corpse was already the end of a strong crossbow.

Like a flame burning in the rain, although it still emits light and heat, it is only a matter of time before it is extinguished.

The number of times the Eight Rank Dry Corpse resisted the attack became less and less, and later Lu Yuan even used it as a wooden stake in the martial arts hall.

Bang!

I don't know how many times he's punched.

This time, the luster on the dried corpse was completely gone.

This layer of window paper was finally broken by Lu Yuan!

At this time, the eight-rank dry corpse gave Lu Yuan a much weaker feeling than at the beginning.

"It's done!"

Lu Yuan snorted lightly, stomped on the ground under his feet, his body jumped up, and the qi and blood in his body were promoted to the extreme.

Use the most aggressive move in the Stone Fist of the Wandering Stone Fist to strike the sky!

Lu Yuan's eyes bloomed with murderous intent, and his fist was raised high.

Boom –

This punch slammed into the Heavenly Spirit Cover of the Eight Rank Dry Corpse.

Boom!

The head of the eight-rank dry corpse exploded in an instant.

His dwarf-like body shook, then fell backwards, turning into a wisp of blood-colored mist.

"Whew, it's finally over..."

Lu Yuan gasped for breath, his physical strength was almost exhausted.

Looking at the three spars suspended on the ground, one white, one red, and one purple.

Lu Yuan was overjoyed and uncomfortable at the same time.

These eight-rank dry corpses have been subjected to Lu Yuan's attack from beginning to end, and they have not taken the initiative to attack Lu Yuan once.

"The memories and martial arts of the Eight Rank Martial Artists..."

Lu Yuan couldn't wait to step forward and crush the red spar first to replenish the physical strength he had consumed.