The soft voice is silent, and the fist is like lightning. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 info Liu Boqin's punch, although there is not the slightest whistling style, rolling energy. But within a radius of hundreds of zhang, it suddenly brightened, and the fist with a jade-colored luster was like a round of divine sun slowly rising, dispelling the darkness of the night and spreading immeasurable brilliance to the world.

A warrior is based on a weak body, and all kinds of blades in his hands are just tools, and the real root is still his own body. Since he began to embark on the road of martial arts, Liu Boqin has not forgotten to temper his body, at this time, he saw the scene of the rising sun in the sea, and that will has flowed in his heart, and naturally the fist that came out was a punch of the rising sun.

The great sun exudes immeasurable brilliance, and the glorious heavenly power is in the middle of it. In the midst of the lightning, the fist the size of an ordinary person collided with the three-strand steel fork as thick as a waist.

The corners of the bull's mouth slightly hooked up when he waved the steel fork, the cold gaze in his eyes flashed, and a sneer appeared on his face unconsciously: "Arrogance, my three steel forks are made of the unique dark iron sacrifice of the Netherworld, and I used the Netherworld Water in the Huangquan River to wash it up, and I have the ability to swallow the soul, qi and blood, and I will ・・・・・・ you today."

The bull head thought in his heart, at this moment the fist and the steel fork were in one place, the steel fork could not be inched, the strength that came out of the fist, exuding an incomparably hot breath, constantly coming from the three steel forks, suddenly the bull's body made a muffled sound, the mana in operation had a trace of astringency, and the original suction power in the three steel forks was also wiped out at this time.

Liu Boqin's pair of iron fists kept swinging, and the fiery fist power was stirring, and the light of the great sun was brighter than the bright moon in the sky at this time, and with great force, it continued to hit the three-strand steel fork in the bull's hand.

At this moment, an extremely strange scene appeared in the eyes of Chisong Lao Dao and Xuanqiu, only to see the figure of Liu Boqin, who was about one meter eight, was as small as an ant in front of the giant bull head of more than ten zhang, but under the lightning of Liu Boqin's ant, the figure of the bull's head the size of a hill kept retreating.

This scene is like an ant pushing a mountain to move, and I don't know how powerful it is in that small body. Every punch of Liu Boqin was like the fall of a star, and the huge force made the three steel forks in the bull's palm continue to vibrate, and the heavy arm tendons were lifted, but to no avail, the force in the vibration still made his arm numb.

"Poof!" The aggrieved bull head in his heart, the cold mangsen in his eyes, a resolute look appeared in the eyes, and the teeth in the mouth of the giant suddenly bit lightly, and the tip of the tongue was bitten, and a mouthful of blood was spit out of the mouth and fell into the three-strand steel fork in the palm.

This mouthful of blood is not hot blood, nor is it bright red, but pitch black, exuding this cold breath, this is the breath of the netherworld, this bull-headed ghost god, cultivating in the netherworld, the blood of the body has been transformed, with the breath of the netherworld, the cold is better than the ghost thing, I don't know how many times better.

As this mouthful of pitch-black blood spit out, the three steel forks in the palm of the bull's head suddenly vibrated and made a soft sound, and the aura of the Dao Netherworld suddenly surged, like a long black snake constantly dancing, hissing and hissing, and the hideous ghost head appeared, letting out a terrible roar, and the pair of pitch-black pupils, looking at Liu Boqin's eyes as if looking at a piece of fat.

The things of the yin soul, devouring the masculine qi and blood cultivation can be greatly advanced, and Liu Boqin's qi and blood are like purebred juvenile beasts, if they are in the netherworld, they are simply a sun-like existence, and they have a fatal temptation to many netherworld creatures.

At this moment, the many remnant souls in the three steel forks looked at Liu Boqin at the food, which was not surprising. But it still makes people unhappy, only intelligent beings, and if others see you as food, they will not be happy in the hearts of any kind of living beings.

The dancing black long snakes gathered together and turned into a dark dragon more than ten zhang long, standing in a body of scale armor, emitting cold light like a sharp blade, a pair of eyes full of violent aura, and the open huge mouth exuded a breath that devoured heaven and earth.

At this moment, with a step out, the bull's head standing in the air, the breath of his body drew out a trace of the will of the netherworld, opening up a small world, he is the king of this world, although the world is still illusory, but its will seems grand.

The three-strand steel fork that was made of the unique underworld iron sacrifice in the palm of the netherworld region and was refined with the water of the Yellow Spring had been revived at this time, waking up from its slumber, and the bull's head at this time was already ready to fight.

"Give me death!" The bull let out a roar from his mouth, and the three steel forks in his palm suddenly cut out, and the rising dark dragon also let out a grand roar at this time, but there was no majesty in the sound, only violence and cold, as if all living beings were food in front of it, and there was nothing that could not be eaten.

At the same time, the electric light flashed in Liu Boqin's eyes, and suddenly a purple magic pattern appeared on his body, the crystal jade color and the demonic purple luster flashed, which looked extremely weird, and the divine light in his eyes also became cold in the electric light and flint, only rational, and he could not see the slightest emotion.

Liu Boqin stepped out in one step, his body pressed down slightly, his lunge stepped in the air, his body was like a straight bowstring, and the clenched iron fist was a sharp arrow, and a magnificent force was condensed in it.

Boom! The stars swayed, and the moon dimmed. Liu Boqin suddenly punched out, the grand fist made this piece of void tremble, the waist-thick three-strand steel fork was like lightning against the iron fist, the roaring dark dragon, a scale armor tree like a sharp blade erected, teeth and claws, and the violent aura continued to stir.

"Click!" a crisp sound came out, and even a loud roar could not be concealed, and it clearly fell into everyone's ears. I saw a trace of cracks on the three-strand steel fork as thick as an adult man's waist, and with each step Liu Boqin took out, the crack was also spreading, and the three-strand steel fork not only collapsed, but the heavy fragments like a mountain fell, and with a roar, the mountain hit by the white fragments was torn and collapsed.

"Wow~~~Wow!" "Moo~~~Moo!" Two grand voices sounded, and a huge bull and a huge black ** tiger appeared with a roar, and the next moment turned into two streamers and sank into Liu Boqin's fist.

At this moment, as Liu Boqin stepped out, a roar sounded, and the three steel forks that had been shattered in the bull's palm suddenly collapsed; a pair of arms that stopped in front of the iron fist suddenly shattered; the pitch-black scale armor was torn apart by the magnificent fist, and the fist like a divine sun pierced through the bull's chest in the frightened eyes of the bull head.