"The gentleman is frank!" Qian Yang slammed his fist.

Most of the people didn't understand what he said, and those who understood had to fill in another obscene evaluation for Qian Yang.

"I dug a hole in front of you!" Qian Yang's second punch arrived.

"Hehe, two fists and two feet!" Qian Yang is definitely not the only one who has a cheap mouth, and some of the monks who are lively are not a big deal.

"Shut up, you'll count, right?" Qian Yang's hearing is good, there is a fight here, and there is still time to make people cough over there.

"Okay! I'll shut up, you go on!" the slutty guy had a good temper.

Qian Yangxin said don't be cowardly, let's talk for a while, it won't come out, and I won't dare to fight this third punch!

Maybe it's time to cast a spell, maybe Qian Yang really scratched the itch of the turtle, anyway, the old turtle poked his head out slowly, Qian Yang's eyes lit up, and he was about to send out the long-awaited full blow, but he didn't want a big splash of water to rush over to his face.

This is the old turtle's splash bomb, and there is only one opponent left on the field, and its group of attack spells have also become single spells, but it seems that the attack power has not increased.

"Don't!" Qian Yang exclaimed, he didn't really mind being hit, but this splash bomb had a knockback effect! Didn't you see that the previous few body cultivators who were tortured didn't have any temper at all? If he took a hit like this, he wouldn't be able to beat this punch to death.

However, Qian Yang is also a person who has experienced a big scene, and he is also shocked when he encounters this situation, and the light of his left hand flashes, and a talisman with a strange smell appears in his hand.

"Golden body talisman ......" Qian Yang snapped.

This is the talisman that Qian Yang put on the soles of his feet before, and it is also a reward that can be brought out of the cave. But at this time, there is nothing to be reluctant to, he just wants to punch this last punch out, and Fu Zheng's little money fart is not counted!

"Bang!" the water splashed the rune light.

The grade of this golden talisman was still a little lower, and after a little resistance, it disappeared into the air, but it also canceled out most of the power of the splash bomb.

The remaining water column smashed firmly on Qian Yang's chest, rushing him to a stumbling block, but the remaining power of the water column was obviously not enough to push him far. Adjusting his body slightly, Qian Yang stood in front of the turtle's head and smashed the turtle guard's head before he had time to take it back!

"Collapse ~ Mountain ~ Hammer ~ !!!"

This heavy punch slammed into the face of the turtle guard with more than ninety percent of Qian Yang's physical strength, and Qian Yang's face was also rarely a little hideous.

Qian Yang's current various equipment has attached a total of nearly forty points of physique attributes to him, that is to say, his physique has been forcibly increased by four hundred percent, if it is purely numerical terms, his current physical strength has almost surpassed the limit that a foundation building period monk can reach. Correspondingly, his physical strength has also been pushed to an extremely alarming level.

What is the concept of a monk in the Qi refining stage who suddenly has a physique beyond the foundation building period?

Cool is certain, Qian Yang can feel that he has explosive power around him at any time, and this feeling of sudden increase in strength in a short period of time may only appear in the special world of the Sword Trial Cave.

But these powers are added after all, even if the rules in the cave are wonderful, and the strength has skyrocketed so much in such a short period of time, Qian Yang still feels a little uncomfortable, the feeling of a small horse-drawn cart has been hovering around him, and he always has the illusion that his power will get out of control at any time.

Of course, the Sword Trial Cave has very mature rules, and this kind of thing will never happen if the power is out of control, and Qian Yang's illusion is just a kind of happiness and annoyance that the poor don't know how to squander after they get rich.

But this crash gave him a channel to squander!

Beyond the physical strength of the foundation building period, with the spiritual power strength beyond the foundation building period, and then through the increase of all the physical strength of the monks beyond the foundation building period, the power of Qian Yang's punch is simply unimaginable.

The only fly in the ointment is that the feeling of being forcibly withdrawn from his physical strength is not pleasant, and this time the process of extracting his physical strength makes him feel extremely long. When his punch hit the turtle's head, Qian Yang felt that everything in his body had been hollowed out, and the prostration feeling of releasing all the essence of life made him involuntarily let out a moan of pain to pleasure.

"Bang...... ......Smack!" The turtle guard bounced high as if he had stepped on a spring, and made a difficult tumbling motion in the air that was completely inconsistent with his shape, and under the gaze of an unknown number of eyes, the turtle shell slammed down on the ground, raising up dust and sand.

Qian Yang staggered to the side, in order to maintain the image of a master, he used his last strength to insist on not letting himself sit on the ground, but his legs were so heavy that he couldn't move a bit.

There was an uproar in the venue!

The power of this blow completely stunned all the monks present, although they didn't know how much blood the turtle guard had left, and they didn't know how much actual damage this cheap-mouthed big brother had caused to the turtle, but the intuitive shock effect brought by the heavy blow was something that could not be fooled. Everyone secretly measured the strength of their attacks, and found that they couldn't be compared to Qian Yang's blow at all, which was at least several times the difference.

In fact, they underestimated Qian Yang, Qian Yang's spiritual power bonus of more than forty points made his basic attack power more than twice as high as that of most people, plus the damage bonus of the fist gloves, and the skill bonus of the mountain collapse hammer, so that his skill attack had reached three times that of ordinary people, and what was even more excessive was the physical strength attached to his supernatural powers, which made the attack power several times higher on the basis of three times. Therefore, the attack power of Qian Yang's blow has actually surpassed that of others by more than ten times.

It's just horrible!

Because the gloves don't emit light, everyone can only guess the strength of the blow based on their feelings. That's all they can see, and the attack power that is several times their own is the limit of their imagination, so they take it for granted that the damage caused by Qian Yang is several times that of them.

The damage of ordinary people is indeed amazing enough, no wonder this kid is crazy to the sky. Everyone had to be impressed by this.

But with several times the damage, you want to take on the guards alone?

Lack of eyes, right?

You're amazing, you alone can stand up to several of us, but so what?

There are more than 200 of us here, and every time the turtle shows its head, we will beat it more than 200 times, can we top dozens of you, right?

So many of us have been fighting for most of the day, and you just want to go it alone? Your formation arithmetic was taught by the alchemy elders, right?

Qian Yang stared blankly at the motionless turtle shell in front of him, and the powerlessness in his body slowly spread to his heart:

"Oh yes, I didn't die, God is punishing me, is this going to make me go down the path of comics? just a little, just a little bit!"

Of course, Qian Yang would not be like those stupid people who were taught by the elders of the formation in mathematics, he clearly knew that his more than ten times the attack power could be far more than a dozen times the damage, especially against an opponent with extremely high defense like the Turtle Guard, his blow was conservatively superior to the attack of others thousands of times.

Although Qian Yang didn't know the specific defense value of the tortoise, his conclusion was not groundless. Before the turtle retracted into its shell, he could clearly see that the turtle's head had become a blur of flesh and blood in an instant after being hit by him, and even the corners of its mouth were gushing bright red blood foam.

Don't look at it now, there is nothing wrong with the turtle's shell, but starting to vomit blood means that the turtle is close to the point of running out of oil, which proves that Qian Yang did kill about 30% of the blood volume of the turtle guard as he wished, which is definitely more than the damage that ordinary people can cause by attacking a thousand times.

It's a pity, it's just that little!

Qian Yang failed, and his wild words of killing the old turtle with three punches and two kicks really became a joke, and the little residual blood volume of the turtle caused Qian Yang to become a joke directly from a master, and now he can't even make a move, and he doesn't have any chance to remedy it. Then the follow-up drama will inevitably deviate to another path.

Qian Yang doesn't like it, he is undoubtedly more willing to play a master than to be a clown, even if it is a lowly master.

Qian Yang was very disappointed, he felt that God had abandoned him, he felt that luck was joking with him, not to mention that he couldn't escape the talisman, and he was even a little bit worse than a trace of blood when he cut a monster, even if he added so much more loss of physical strength when punching, the result would be completely different. It seemed that the heavens were showing his bad taste, that is, they wanted to see his jokes like the tricks next to him! He could have imagined that in a few seconds the crowd would erupt in the slightest mockery without the slightest kindness, and then what would he do...... What about going back?

Qian Yang is lucky, he is not fighting alone, there is an old forest head in the crowd who treats him more than his own son. How could Mr. Lin, who put all his life on Qian Yang, watch Qian Yang being bullied?

The tragic condition of the turtle had already fallen in the eyes of Lao Lin Tou, and Qian Yang's prostration could not be hidden from him. After being surprised by Qian Yang's incredible injury, he decisively took over Qian Yang's unfinished business, and quickly took a few steps forward, dozens of blue flame bombs connected into a long line under his control, and smashed on the tortoise shell one after another.

At this time, the old Lin Tou didn't care about the consumption of spiritual power, even if the damage caused by smashing the turtle shell was minimal, he didn't care, he only knew that the old turtle had half a breath left, and any little damage could take it away. So what are you talking about? Smash it!

When Lao Lin Tou made a move, the yellow-faced man next to him stopped doing it: "What does Daoyou care about him? Isn't he going to fight alone? If you make a move, he should say that you are going to beat him."

There was laughter on the floor.

But the laughter stopped abruptly before it fell. Everyone watched as the turtle guard turned silently into a white light and disappeared under the barrage of fire bullets from the old forest.

Lao Lin Tou turned his face and grinned at everyone: "Hehe, I'm sorry, I saw that he beat the guard to death, his hands itched for a while, and he couldn't help but grab a monster, thank you for your forbearance!"

"Monster robbery?"

"That kid really beat the turtle to death?"

"That's amazing!"

"No, is that kid so lucky?"

"Did he already know that the turtle was beaten by us and there was only a little blood left?"

Everyone thought about it, but they all felt as if something was not quite right.

The people who can come here are all elites, and after a little hesitation, they discovered the source of the wrong: this little old man's stinky fart looks exactly like that cheap guy......! They have some ulterior blood relationship, right?

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