Ji Dao's strength was insufficient after all. Although he was blessed by martial arts, the hand could no longer use all his strength. After a series of battles, Ji Dao was beaten to retreat step by step.
No matter how high the interest is, Ji Dao's physical strength is probably almost at a limit. Even if he can deal with it in the most labor-saving way, it also requires effort.
He was shaken back several steps by a punch, and Ji Dao kicked his feet and stabilized his body.
Those cold eyes, without any emotion, were like a cold-blooded combat machine, without any change from beginning to end. People were experiencing a headache!
Uncle He did not continue to attack, and followed by two other men besides the young lady.
Those should be two followers. If they are in the same family, there should be more powerful human protection in the outside world, but they cannot get in here.
Moreover, these two people actually have weapons in their hands!
They were two rods about half a meter long, all black, and I don’t know what material it was made of.
In this world, you can also make weapons according to your needs!
The two of them rushed towards Jidao, one left and one right!
Bang!
A blood splashed out, Ji Dao's right arm could not withstand the hardness of such a weapon.
He gritted his teeth and used almost all his strength to shake the person on the right a few steps, but followed by an attack from the person on the left.
He jumped up, swung the black stick up, and then smashed it down hard!
The attack interval between the two was just a gap, and Ji Dao had no time to withdraw his right hand.
Bang!
Ji Dao's broken arm stood up at this time to block the oncoming black stick and took it out of the direction.
The expression of the rolling man changed, and the expression of Uncle He also changed, and the woman covered her mouth in surprise.
It was a bloody broken arm! A piece of it was directly concave by this blow, and blood splashed up, spilling Ji Dao and the stick swinger's face. Ji Dao's entire face was twisted.
The upper arm could not stop being twitched wildly.
Such pain was found by Ji Dao himself.
If the stick just now fell on his head, he would undoubtedly be reborn and restored to his own state.
But he didn't do this. He chose to use his broken arm to take away the trajectory of the stick and let it hit his shoulder!
The woman had never seen such a bloody scene before, and could not say a word of surprise. Ji Dao's left shoulder was also smashed into blood. He resisted the impossible attack!
Accompanied by a dull low roar, Ji Dao's right hand quickly pulled back and met his cheek while the stick swinger was still in a state of extreme shock!
A bang!
Even if the Ji Dao could not use all his strength, such a blow was extraordinary. A few teeth flew out of the stick swinger's mouth. Then he landed heavily on the ground!
Realizing that Ji Dao still has the ability to fight, another stick swinger also came back to his senses in extreme shock, raised the stick and smashed it towards Ji Dao!
But if there is only one person, it will be much easier to deal with.
Jidao no longer touched it, but used a specific technique to use the palm belt to leave his attack direction, and then used the movement of his feet to avoid a specific direction.
Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang!
Only a collision sound was heard, but the slightest thing than the one I had just happened, it should be the sound of the palms and the stick colliding, but the force it was under was much smaller than that before.
He turned sideways to the stick-waving person, his left hand drooping down with no strength, and blood was flowing from his shoulders and his entire forearm at a speed visible to the naked eye.
If the Ji Dao had not been a monk, such a bleeding amount would have died long ago.
Although he felt that his movements were slow, Ji Dao's consciousness was extremely clear, and the stick-wielding person had no choice but to do anything in one move.
Seeing all this in the outside world, Qing no longer knows what to say.
He could see that what Ji Dao is using now is not just the Liushui Likong Fist he handed over to Ji Dao. This kind of boxing is more rapid than the meaning of Liushui, and the attack is more fierce!
Although the defense methods are not much different, there have been some changes. The local sticks are swinging more and more and more slowly, but the strength has not changed much.
"Ji Dao, after a few years, have you grown to this point?"
This is the first time in Zhen that Qinglu has such a expression, so solemn and solemn.
If he had thought Ji Dao was just lucky before, now after watching such a battle, his impression of Ji Dao has completely changed.
Can Ji Dao, who is only in his twenties, actually reach this level?
And Uncle He, who was in the competition environment, was already impressed by him.
Although Ji Dao is the target of being besieged and there is no possibility of winning, he is enough to win his respect.
For a veteran, he understands how much effort and hardship a young man has to endure to achieve such a level.
People who have never experienced the baptism of a battle between life and death, have never seen the cruelty of reality, and have only fantasies and beautiful things in their hearts, will never be able to achieve this level.
"Is he really a human?"
The woman who replied from surprise finally said this long-established word. The moment she saw him defeating the orcs, she felt only a sense of fear.
She was beyond her reach for that decisiveness and tenacity.
The broken arm of Ji Dao just now was deeply impressed by her twists and splatters of blood.
He had never seen such a person, and he had never seen such a person in his family.
"Miss, this is a real monster!"
Uncle He was able to make such a judgment, which was the result of thinking.
He had already learned that the human in front of him was not here for rewards.
If you are defeated by them early and then save time to do tasks, with his ability, this is the quickest way to get points.
But he didn't. He dragged a broken body in a seemingly impossible battle, not because of points, he had other purposes.
Uncle He finally knew why a person from less than a hundred worlds would choose to come here. He was not here to pursue rewards, he was here to pursue battles!
Give up the comfortable cultivation life outside and go to such a hell that will not die and fight to break through oneself. What if such a person is not a monster?
He remembered what a veteran who was older than him said to him when he joined the army:
"Xiaohe, have you ever seen the real hell? It's boundless and endless, even your soul will be swallowed and consumed. But only those who have truly come here can know the value of life and the meaning of their life.