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"Who?"

Suddenly, Long Ze snorted coldly, and his mind manipulated a flying sword to slash at a big tree next to him.

Bang!

With a sword, the tree shattered, and two figures appeared.

"Hey, you found us?"

Zhou Jing appeared with her maid Rui'er and looked at Long Ze curiously.

Sou!

Long Ze was silent, thinking of the sword, and the five flying swords slashed towards Zhou Jing again.

Dangdang!

Zhou Jing raised his fingers and shot out several spiritual powers, knocking the five flying swords that Long Ze had slashed into the air.

And the next moment, Long Ze had already pounced in front of Zhou Jing like a tiger, and Bitao's fist blasted out wildly, punch after punch, endlessly.

Zhou Jing seemed to be weak, but in the face of Long Ze's violent offensive, he directly shook it.

Bang bang bang!

The two of them fists collided, no one retreated, and the surrounding energy overflowed.

"Good fellow, you've met a master. ”

Long Ze looked at the seemingly weak 'boy' opposite, but he didn't expect his strength to be so strong.

Long Ze could feel Zhou Jing's breath, but he had only built a complete foundation.

Among the group of monks who were killed by Long Ze just now, there were several who had built a perfect foundation, but they couldn't withstand a few punches from him.

Obviously, Zhou Jing in front of him is a genius.

"Hmph, ten punches won't work, then I'll have fifty punches!"

Long Ze didn't stop at all, one punch was heavier than the other, each punch was filled with pure spiritual power, and the power was terrifying.

Zhou Jing on the opposite side collided with Long Ze for more than a dozen punches in a row, but found that the power of Long Ze's punch was not only not weakened, but stronger.

"I'm afraid you won't succeed, within the same level, I haven't been afraid of anyone, let alone you, a guy whose realm is one level weaker than me. ”

Zhou Jing also did not admit defeat, and continued to blast out with one palm, resisting Long Ze's boxing.

But soon, when Long Ze blasted out fifty punches, he was still in peak condition, and the power of each punch was still superimposing, getting stronger and stronger.

At this moment, Zhou Jing couldn't stand it.

"Damn, what kind of punch are you, how can your power get stronger and stronger.

Even so, with such abundant spiritual power, won't your spiritual power be consumed!"

Zhou Jing was very depressed, feeling that she had encountered a monster today.

The characteristics of Long Ze's Bitao Fist are like this, punch after punch, the power is slowly superimposed, and the more you go to the back, the stronger the power of each punch.

However, first of all, there must be an advance, that is, to make the boxer have enough spiritual power to support him to play a lot of Bitao punches, so that the power can be superimposed.

Under normal circumstances, in the realm of Long Ze, hitting thirty or forty Bitao punches in a row would be enough to exhaust the spiritual power in his dantian.

But Long Ze is different, let alone punching fifty punches, even if he punches a hundred, he will not exhaust his spiritual power.

When Long Ze's Bitao Fist blasted out more than fifty punches, the power became extremely terrifying.

Zhou Jing couldn't stop it.

"The scorching sun is blazing!"

In the end, Zhou Jing did not hesitate to use his hole card martial arts skills to resist Long Ze's Bitao Fist.

Bang!

The two of them went backwards in their own way!

Long Ze was breezy and light, without the slightest sense of exhaustion, he was physically strong at this time, his blood qi and spiritual power were endless, whether it was an outbreak or a protracted battle, he was not afraid of any monk of the same level.

"Whew!"

On the other hand, Zhou Jing was drenched in sweat, panting, and her arms were trembling slightly.

Bang bang bang!

At this time, the earth trembled slightly, and a roar sounded.

Zhou Jing saw that a humanoid tyrannosaurus was rushing towards him in great strides.

Whoosh!

Long Ze hadn't killed it yet, and the five flying swords had already been cut down in advance.

Zhou Jing threw his fist and smashed five flying swords, and then Long Ze rushed to him and blasted out his fist again.

"You're not done!"

Zhou Jing was also beaten out of the real fire, roared angrily, and a set of battle armor appeared on his body, blocking Long Ze's punch.

Peng!

But the next moment, the battle armor that appeared on Zhou Jing's body directly cracked, and it was blasted out of the crack by Long Ze's punch.

"What?

Zhou Jing's eyes widened, and she felt frightened.

This is a set of first-grade spirit armor on her body, and she was actually cracked by Long Ze's punch.

Dangdang!

Subsequently, the five flying swords were also cut down, and another crack was added to Zhou Jing's first-grade spirit armor.

"Stop!"

Zhou Jing didn't dare to fight anymore, otherwise her first-grade spirit armor would be abolished.

Zhou Jing distanced himself from Long Ze and shouted loudly.

Long Ze stopped his attack and looked at Zhou Jing.

"I'm not your enemy, I have no ill will towards you, you don't have to attack me like that. ”

Zhou Jing gasped and said.