Comparing magic is not as good as the genius who only practiced one technique for a hundred years.

Then what should I beat him?

Fang Xing's answer was to swing his fist. Even the intention of Fengshan Mountain could not resist the other's magic, he simply abandoned all defenses and directly resisted the last five thunder dragons with his body. At the same time, he was bullied, stirring up a lot of strange power, and hit Zhao Changhe with his arms and face. Simply put, the other party's magic was too exquisite and he had no way to crack it, so he simply didn't crack it. He just relied on his body to resist it. He rushed straight towards you, and if you have the ability, you would kill me!

But if you kill me, it would be fine, but if you can't kill me, you have to see if you can follow my fist.

He was born in a bandit den and understood since childhood that the outcome of his martial arts is not all about his martial arts skills.

Later, during the three years of Bai Qianzhang's practice, Bai Qianzhang instilled in him another idea, that is, the reason why war cultivators are stronger than ordinary monks is not only because war cultivators practice more powerful magic or consume more resources than ordinary monks, but because war cultivators are more ruthless and spicy, they can withstand the attacks of others, but others can't stand their attacks.

Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom!

Five thunder dragons hit Fang Xing one after another, and their power seemed to have taken over five heavenly tribulations.

At this time, Fang Xing was already covered in black and looked like a native Kunlun slave of the barbarians. Even the ponytail behind his head was struck by the lightning and stood upright, like a broom standing on his head. The robes on his body were even more ragged and had no defensive effect. Even the flesh and blood were blooming. Healing under the action of wooden magic, it was so miserable.

But he still broke through and even had a lot of strength left. He punched three times more than ten feet apart, and his fists were like pushing a mountain, almost swaying a violent fist wind that could be seen in the naked eye. The power was so powerful that it was terrifyingly powerful.

The authentic turtle punches are completely out of order. But the force is so powerful that it is heavy.

"You...you actually took my thunder technique?"

When Zhao Changhe saw this scene, his heart was shocked and trembled. Without thinking, he quickly retreated and pulled out a shadow. While avoiding Fang Xing's strange fist, the last thunder dragon was protecting him wandering around to resolve the fist wind brought by Fang Xing's turtle punch, which contained terrifying power. For a moment, the strong wind in the air shot out, stirring the four fields. He hid very quickly, but was still wiped by the fist wind. Even the corners of the robe were torn apart, his face was pale, and a hint of red appeared on the corner of his mouth. It was obvious that it was not easy to be wiped by the fist wind.

Of course, compared to this, Fang Xing suffered much more injuries than he was.

Ka! Ka! Ka! Ka!

Zhao Changhe, who temporarily avoided these three punches, quickly pinched his hands with his hands, and swept out three more terrifying thunder and lightning.

However, Fang Xing was ruthless, no matter how he responded, he gritted his teeth and rushed towards him and then hit him again!

The fist is like heavy rain and strong wind, and the force is like waves and waves.

No matter how smart Zhao Changhe's thunder method was, he ate it, and just covered his head and attacked him.

The boxing force is much faster than Zhao Changhe. In the gap caused by a thunder and lightning, he can punch three punches at the same time. This is also a principle in fighting. The magic always requires tricks and uses the power of the alchemy to stimulate the essence of heaven and earth. Therefore, the caster is destined to be slower than the puncher, but the range and power of the magic often exceed the fist.

Of course, this is also for ordinary monks. Fang Xing has a strange force and a strong body. The power of his punch is definitely not weaker than Zhao Changhe's thunder and lightning. At least he dares to take Zhao Changhe's thunder and lightning now, but Zhao Changhe does not dare to let him punch.

While swinging his fist, Fang Xing actually had time to shout, and his fist kept waving and his mouth kept ringing.

"When I first entered the path of cultivation, I said that fighting is fighting and fighting. I also told me that even if I abandon a great skill, I should not abandon the ruthlessness in my heart. Now I will take your thunder. You can try to eat my two punches? Don't think I don't know. I've been afraid of me since I arrived in the formation. I'm timid like a mouse. What qualifications do you have to compete with me?"

The more you hit, the more fierce the punches, the more fierce the punches were, and the words said made Zhao Changhe feel very shocked.

"I'm afraid of you?"

He seemed disdainful and sneered. When he took action, the thunder magic became more fierce and violent.

"If I weren't afraid of me, how could I want others to stop me first after getting angry?"

"If I weren't afraid of me, how could I have sacrificed the spiritual treasure from the beginning?"

"If I weren't afraid of me, how could I not be willing to fight me directly?"

"The most important thing is... If you are not afraid of me, why are you going to run away..."

Fang Xing shouted, his fist became more and more fierce as he hit him, resisting lightning, and like a dying Xiaoqiang, his body quickly approaching Zhao Changhe.

His loud shouts made Zhao Changhe feel embarrassed and angry, especially in the last sentence, he almost burst into tears. Damn, why did I escape? We are a person who relies on magic to make a living, and we are playing technical work. Who is like you? He relies on his ruthlessness to rush forward? Could it be that I will not escape, and will I have to face you with lightning and fists?

I'm stupid!

But although I was cursing wildly in my heart, I didn’t have time to speak, and I could not speak even if I used the thunder technique with all my strength.

"I have seen you as a grandson like you. The more crazy you usually act, the less courage you are..."

Fang Xing became happier and happier the more he scolded, and he became more and more fierce. When he cursed the last word "small", his body suddenly jumped up, and he narrowed his distance from Zhao Changhe by seven or eight feet. He then punched him. Zhao Changhe wanted to open the distance, but it was too late. He was even more angry and angry after being sprayed by Fang Xing for a long time. He became ruthless and did not escape. He used his palms to use the most thunder attack. Seven lightnings rumbling at the same time hit Fang Fang, who was rushing towards him at the same time. The power almost had a terrifying aura of tearing the evil world.

"Can you kill him?"

After the attack, Zhao Changhe was also a little tired, and he was worried and looked forward.

But in the sea of ​​thunder in front of him, the little devil screamed, obviously not feeling good, but he had not died. In the screams, his ferociousness became more and more fierce, and he rushed out of the sea of ​​thunder and rushed towards Zhao Changhe.

"How strong is this little devil's body..."

Zhao Changhe took a breath and was about to cry.

If it were to fight, he would have won a long time ago.

From the time he started, he could hardly count how many lightning he had struck Fang Xing.

However, Fang Xing's fists were carefully resolved by him. If he dodged, there would be almost no punch that followed.

But now it was not a fight, but a desperate effort, which made him complain.

The little devil was simply immortal. After being hit by so many thunder and lightning, even a ferocious beast was familiar with it. His fist strength had not weakened, but it became more and more violent. Especially now, the last punch had already rushed to three feet in front of him. For their cultivation level, the three feet were no different from close combat. Zhao Changhe wanted to hide again, but he had no time to dodge it.

"Haha, I have a brilliant thunder technique, but I not only take advantage of casting spells. It is because when the elixir is completed, I was tempered by the thunder technique, and my body's resistance to this magic has also been greatly improved. Although I can't play the most brilliant thunder technique, I still have the ability to resist thunder. If Old Taishan throws me into the thunder seed, I can even swim a few times, let alone your thunder technique at the level of the Golden Pill?"

In Zhao Changhe's strange eyes, Fang Xing burst into laughter. Although the whole body was slashed, he was inexplicably fierce and rushed straight to Zhao Changhe. He punched him like a shattered void and hit Zhao Changhe's nose.

"Do you really think I am a magician who only practices thunder skills but does not weigh the body?"

At this moment, the ferocity in Zhao Changhe's heart seemed to be aroused, and he gave up the idea of ​​dodging. A spear wrapped around endless thunder and lightning appeared in his hand. He gritted his teeth and slaughtered towards Fang Xing's chest. At the same time, lightning kept flashing, and his breath became more and more fierce and powerful. Judging from the breath alone, the strength of his body was surprisingly terrifying.

"You are strong in your own body, but I use thunder technique to temper your body, and I may not lose to you!"

With a loud shout, Zhao Changhe punched the spear with a spear, and suddenly acted like he was fighting with the little devil. If Fang Xing hit this punch directly, he would have to eat his spear first. He would not believe that in such a situation that would obviously suffer losses, the little devil would not dodge, and as long as he avoided, the general trend that he had finally developed over the past half day would be gone and he would have the confidence to win.

"Ha ha ha ha……"

A scene that surprised Zhao Changhe appeared. Facing his spear, Fang Xing did not dodge or dodge and directly punched him.

With a "puff", the spear directly penetrated Fang Xing's chest and abdomen, and the terrifying lightning on the spear penetrated into his body at the same time. At the same time, Fang Xing also punched his nose with a punch. With a bang, Zhao Changhe's extremely powerful body, which had been tempered by lightning countless times, could not bear it. He retreated backwards, retreating more than ten feet in a while, and felt dizzy, seeing the surrounding environment clearly, and even his nose felt sour, because this punch pulled the tear glands.

"Wow……"

Lightning enters the body, which is not comparable to ordinary weapons that penetrate the body. All the internal organs are severely damaged at this time.

Fang Xingye spat out a mouthful of blood. In terms of the seriousness of the injury, it was much more serious than Zhao Changhe. However, he did not stop for a moment, and even the blood spit out of the mouth was spitting straight towards Zhao Changhe, using any method to kill the enemy. At the same time, he stepped on the void and rushed forward, and grabbed Zhao Changhe, who had not yet come back to his senses, and then punched again, and punched again...

Crack!

He was more cruel than Li Hongyi when he beat Li Ying!

Zhao Changhe couldn't even react a little, punching one after another, and was beaten a little too slow to recover.

"Who is fucking with you? What I am fighting with you is fierce..."

Fang Xing felt so happy that he felt anger ejaculation. After beating for a while, he simply used the most advanced move in the turtle fist. He grabbed Zhao Changhe with one hand and pressed it into the air, turned over and rode on him, and his fist fell like a storm. (To be continued.)
Chapter completed!