For more than ten days in a row, dust and smoke were everywhere in the Furong Mountains, and there was constant roaring.
One mountain after another fell to the impact of Zhang Xiaopou's bullets.
What is flesh bomb impact?
It was the God of Death who punched him. He couldn't bear the impact of the God of Death's power, and his body turned into a flesh bomb and fell from the sky, falling hard on the mountain peak.
Every time the Death God takes action, he can not only accurately control where Zhang Xiaopou falls, but also control whether he lands on his face or butt.
Flatten one mountain and then move on to the next.
After more than ten days, sixteen thousand-foot peaks disappeared in the Furong Mountains, and a large area of rocky hills appeared.
Zhang Xiaozu's misery cannot be described in words.
"Eight thousand eight hundred and eighty-eight!"
Death God recited a number in his mouth, and then punched Zhang Xiaopou.
This was the 8888th punch he used against Zhang Xiaopeng.
"Roar!"
Zhang Xiaozu let out a hysterical roar from his swollen mouth, and without dodging or dodging, he punched him head-on.
boom!
The two fists collided, and their powers collided fiercely like streams of electricity, tearing apart the surrounding space.
The power of the Death God's punch was more than twice as strong as the first punch he punched Zhang Xiaopou on the first day. However, the first punch of the first day, Zhang Xiaopou, didn't even have the slightest ability to parry, and was blown away by his punch.
, but now that this punch was more than twice as powerful, Zhang Xiaopou actually found his feet and was able to confront him.
Zhang Xiaopou's combat prowess is as fast as flying.
During these ten days, the Death God was enjoying the pleasure of tyrannizing Zhang Xiaopou, while secretly being amazed at Zhang Xiaopou's growth rate.
Zhang Xiaozu's combat power increased so fast that Death God had an illusion, thinking that if he kept fighting with Zhang Xiaozu, Zhang Xiaozu would continue to grow without limit until he caught up with him, or even overtook him.
"Is it still growing? Is there really no limit?"
Feeling the power gushing from Zhang Xiaozu's fist, Death God was frightened again.
boom!
Suddenly, Zhang Xiaopou took a step forward with his fist in his hand.
"ah--"
Zhang Xiaozhu's eyes widened with anger, his face was ferocious, his messy hair was dancing wildly in the wind, and he looked like he was roaring madly.
The muscles and veins all over his body were bulging high, and his strength was like a flood opening up to release the flood, rushing out from the nine battle gates and rushing towards his right fist.
"Break it for me!"
Zhang Xiaozu roared wildly, thrust forward with his right arm, and punched out with violent power.
boom!
With a loud noise, the Lord of Death was pushed back dozens of feet by Zhang Xiaozu's punch.
"really!"
Zhang Xiaozu's purple and swollen eyes shot out two excited rays of light.
His improvement on the law of power was confirmed in this punch.
The Death God glanced at his right fist, which still contained some of Zhang Xiaopu's power. He was keenly aware of the change in Zhang Xiaopu's law of power, and couldn't help but secretly exclaimed: "Can you continue to push forward in such a fierce battle?"
Evolving the Law of Improved Strength, what kind of monster is this?"
Bang!
Zhang Xiaopou threw a Holy Emperor Pill into his mouth to increase his fighting power.
He was so poor that he only had the Holy Emperor Pill.
All the Tongxuan Pill, Baiwu Pill, Shengyuan Pill, and Saint King Pill were all consumed when he broke through to the Yang Saint Realm.
There are only more than two hundred Holy Emperor Pills left.
boom!
After taking the Holy Emperor Pill, Zhang Xiaopou's strength instantly increased.
He clenched his fists, kicked his feet, twisted his waist, looked at the Lord of Death, raised his lips and smiled: "You need to increase your strength a little more, otherwise you won't be able to suppress me."
As soon as he finished speaking, his body turned into a ray of light and shadow and rushed towards the Lord of Death.
"I'll give you face."
The Lord of Death snorted coldly.
Bang bang bang!
The two of them were fighting each other instantly, fists and feet intertwined, and they were showing off their moves at a speed that was dizzying.
Death God's physical and combat skills are not weaker than Zhang Xiaozu's at all.
This is also what surprised Zhang Xiaozu.
In these more than ten days of fighting, the Death God not only helped him prove the law of power, but also helped him prove his physical combat skills.
The battle of advanced physical combat techniques can best test the flaws in physical combat techniques.
"This kid can keenly catch the shortcomings of his own combat skills in battle, and then quickly improve them, making them perfectly fit the laws of his own strength. His physical skills and combat skills have reached the ultimate level. If he wants to improve in physical skills,
In terms of combat skills, he is superior to him, and even I can't do it."
"His law of power has become much stronger. With my current power, I can no longer suppress him."
"His combat power is approaching the late stage of the Emperor's Holy Realm, or even reaching perfection."
"Can we continue to improve?"
The Lord of Death was thinking secretly while fighting.
"Look at the palm!"
Zhang Xiaozu suddenly shouted loudly and slapped the Lord of Death from the front with his palm.
Death God turned his upper body slightly to avoid the palm, and at the same time slashed towards Zhang Xiaopou's right rib with his palm knife.
boom!
It hit Zhang Xiaopou right under the ribs.
Death God succeeded with one blow, but his expression was slightly startled.
, because in his opinion, Zhang Xiaozu was fully capable of resolving this move.
When something goes wrong, there must be a monster.
And he had already seen the sinister smile on Zhang Xiaopou's lips.
Immediately, he punched Zhang Xiaopeng with both fists, trying to force Zhang Xiaopeng back.
But Zhang Xiaozu's fist was a little faster, broke into his chest, and then charged forward.
boom!
Zhang Xiaozu's fist struck the Lord of Death's chin from bottom to top, sending the Lord of Death flying off the spot.
"Woohoo~so cool!"
Zhang Xiaozu let out a weird cry, and this solid punch felt so comfortable that every pore in his body opened.
Because this is the first punch he has hit the Lord of Death so far in the battle.
When Death God heard Zhang Xiaozu's strange and proud cry, he couldn't help but get angry and black lines appeared on his head. Immediately, his strength surged and he climbed up a level. Then he spun his body and spun in the air, reacting??????
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"surrender!"
Zhang Xiaozu actually took out a piece of white cloth from the void space and held it high.
Give up the fight and surrender.
His power laws have been completely improved and should not be improved in a short period of time.
The physical combat skills have also perfectly matched with the law of strength, and I can't think of any better moves in a short time.
So there is no point in continuing to fight.
In addition, he was very satisfied to be able to punch the Lord of Death on the chin.
So the truce at this moment makes me feel physically and mentally refreshed, which is just right.
"idiot!"
"Who did you hear that the weak have the right to voluntarily cease war?"
"A truce is what the strong say!"
"Look at the palm!"
Snapped!
The Death God sneered, and then slapped Zhang Xiaopou to the ground.
boom!
Zhang Xiaozu's face kissed the mountain peak below fiercely, knocking down half of the remaining peak that had fallen down and the other half that was still strong.
"ah--"
Zhang Xiaopeng lay in the pile of rocks and screamed miserably.
Death God shouted without any mercy: "Don't pretend to be dead, get up quickly and let me kick you again!"
"Ah, all my bones are broken, my strength is exhausted, and I can't get up. Ah, it hurts, please help me." Zhang Xiaozu cried out repeatedly.
Death God said: "I punched you 8888 times and slapped you 8888 times, but I only kicked you 8887 times. Do you think you owe me something?"
A kick from me?"
"——"
When Zhang Xiaozu heard these three shocking figures, he suddenly felt that his punch against the Death Lord was no longer good. No matter what, he had to punch him eighty-eight thousand eight hundred and eighty-eight times.
