Yang Jian punched the saint of the Li family with all his strength. Before his fist arrived, the fist wind had already pressed the saint of the Li family's clothes tightly against his chest outside the area pressed by the fist wind. The clothes on his body were undulating like waves, looking very beautiful.
However, under the bright "scenery", what is hidden is a fatal murderous intent.
The saint of the Li family obviously felt the power of Yang Jian's fist, and his face changed drastically, and he also took action to resist.
He crossed his hands to protect his chest and sneered, "It's really a primitive attack, just like an ordinary person fighting. Even if you are a saint, you can't defeat me, who is also a saint with this kind of attack! Do you think your fists and feet are more powerful than magic weapons?"
Yang Jian said calmly: "There is no difference between strength and weakness in the attack method, the only difference is the user. Others' incoming combat ability is not strong, which does not mean that the deity can do it either."
"Yes, you are the famous god of war in the immortal world, Akie Xiansheng, the sage of the lord of the lord."
The saint of the Li family recited the name of Yang Jian, and seemed to have really admired Yang Jian's name for a long time. However, Yang Jian is not an idiot, so how could he not hear the sarcastic meaning of his words? His meaning is nothing more than that of the god of war in the fairy world, and he only has this ability, and the strength of the fairy world can be imagined.
Yang Jian was too lazy to argue with him, so he saw the truth directly on his fists and feet.
Although this process is a long story, it is only a short moment with the speed of Yang Jian and the saint of the Li family.
As soon as the saint of the Li family finished speaking, Yang Jian's fist was already hitting his arm.
As the saint of the Li family said, Yang Jian's fist hit his crossed arms, and the force was blocked heavily and was dispensable when it was transmitted to the saint of the Li family. After being hit, the saint of the Li family looked as if nothing had happened, and even sneered at Yang Jian with disdain.
"Zhaohui Shengsheng Erro, didn't you say that you have strong close combat capabilities?"
Without saying a word, Yang Jian suddenly kicked his right foot, and his toes were just from bottom to top, pointing at the intersection of the two arms of the saint of the Li family. The saint of the Li family's resistance method is nothing more than easy to resist frontal attacks.
After being kicked by Yang Jian, his crossed hands immediately dispersed.
Grasping this gap, Yang Jian slapped the Li family saint's chest with a palm.
"Bang!"
The saint of the Li family who was hit by Yang Jian was like a kite with a broken string, falling to the ground immediately, and his face was very pale. When Yang Jian looked down at him, he could see his throat sliding up and down, as if he was swallowing something.
After being hit by Yang Jian, what else can he swallow besides blood?
Yang Jian took advantage of the victory and slapped his palm down, and the huge palm print was directly printed on the saint of the Li family.
"boom!"
After being hit by the saint of the Li family, who was already falling, fell faster.
Yang Jian followed and said, "I'll give it back to you with your words just now. This is your strength? I'm really sorry for your bragging skills. Tell me, if you don't want to die, tell me your origin quickly. What is your purpose in coming to the fairy world?"
The saint of the Li family did not speak, but jumped up suddenly, and the book appeared on his head again.
Unlike when he attacked Yang Jian just now, the book was still flipped, but it emitted a faint light curtain, wrapping the saint of the Li family in. Judging from this posture, he seemed to have used some self-defense technique.
He jumped up and sneered: "You are indeed an alien in the fairy world. You especially like close combat. After becoming a saint, you are stronger than you were back then. The title of the number one person under the saint should be able to be removed. However, you cannot beat me."
Yang Jian really thinks this guy is not ordinary annoyance.
In the previous confrontation, he was clearly at a disadvantage and was injured.
Where did he get the confidence to say such words? Because he used a defensive technique?
Yang Jian was too lazy to talk nonsense to him, and his figure flashed and appeared behind the Saint of Li family, poking his elbow to the back of his head. Yang Jian used a lot of power to this blow. Judging from the Saint of Li family just now, this blow could completely knock him out.
However, after hitting the real object, Yang Jian discovered that the saint of the Li family was not as simple as he thought.
When Yang Jian's elbow hit the shield of the saint of the Li family, Yang Jian felt that he was hitting like an extremely hard turtle shell. Even the attack power at the level of the saint could not leave any trace on it.
You should know that Yang Jian is different from ordinary saints.
Compared with many saints in the fairy world who are good at using magic weapons and magic, his close combat ability is very powerful and naturally much more powerful. But even so, he has no way to break through the shield of the saint of the Li family.
Is this person really that strong?
The saint of the Li family still turned his back to Yang Jian.
However, he seemed to have seen the expression on Yang Jian's face and said proudly: "Now I realize that there is a gap between us? I was just careless just now, so I just let you take advantage of it. Don't think that you can really beat me."
Yang Jian did not comment.
From the beginning to now, Yang Jian has never taken action seriously. He just regarded the battle process as a game. At least, he did not use his special skills at all, and it was even unnecessary until this moment.
Yang Jian sneered: "I never understood what Xia Chou was not enough to say Bing. Now I understand. If you don't even understand the situation of your deity, you dare to speak out loud. Isn't this asking for death? Break it for me!"
Yang Jian shouted lightly, and the strength in his hands suddenly increased.
After the increase in power, the pitiful shield of the saint of the Li family was like a bubble on the water surface, and it was broken with a slight poke. Moreover, Yang Jian's power was not offset, and he continued to attack and finally poked hard on the back of the head of the Li family.
The saint of the Li family screamed and fell to the ground immediately, slid downwards against the ground.
Yang Jian joked: "Be careful, don't let yourself be disfigured."
“What is disfigurement?”
The saint of the Li family jumped up quickly, his face full of anger, but he couldn't understand the word disfigurement.
Yang Jian thought for a long time but didn't know how to answer, so he spread his hands and said, "Forget it, with your IQ, it's hard for me to explain to you. It's not like you to surrender, right? Let's continue to fight."
As soon as he finished speaking, Yang Jian rushed up like lightning, and greeted the saint of the Li family without hesitation.
During this process, the saint of the Li family repeatedly used that defensive technique, but they were shattered by Yang Jian with one blow every time. After several consecutive times, he finally realized that this was not a coincidence, but that Yang Jian's destructive power had far exceeded his imagination.
After being knocked away by Yang Jian again, he lay on the ground, wiped off the blood from the corner of his mouth and said, "How did you do it? Why can your fists and feet be so sharp?" To be continued.