Qinglong tapped his toes on the deck, raised his body into the air, raised his hands high, instantly accumulated strength, and then punched.
A golden dragon roared out from Qinglong's fist and attacked the blood tiger.
Dragon Might Fist, an eighth-level martial art, is said to be the superior martial art brought by Long Aotian from the Baolong clan. It can be regarded as a weakened version of the Dragon Divine Art. It is incredibly powerful and has superior lethality. However, this martial art is extremely difficult to practice, and
There are also almost strict requirements on the physique and talent of practitioners, so so far, only Long Aotian and Qinglong have completed the entire dragon group.
Although Qinglong is only in the pseudo-dongxuan realm, after using the Dragon Power Fist at this moment, even the SSS-level genetic warrior Xuehu felt a great threat.
Xuehu didn't dare to be careless. He roared violently, and his body quickly expanded like a balloon. With a "bang", the special combat suit exploded into pieces, revealing the muscles of his upper body that looked like copper and cast iron. The muscles could be clearly seen.
From the ground up, I could see the protruding veins, like a horned dragon entrenched, ferocious and powerful, full of visual impact.
"Drink!"
Xue Hu actually discarded the killing blade, clenched the steel fist in his right hand, and punched forward suddenly.
"boom!"
The raindrops in a large area in front of the Blood Tiger were knocked back by a strong force.
There seemed to be a layer of red light lingering on the surface of his fist.
The genetic warriors have not cultivated true qi. They rely on the energy of the physical body to fight. When they activate the physical energy to a certain level, something similar to true qi will appear. At this moment, the red light on the surface of the blood tiger's fist will appear.
That's true.
The next moment, the phantom of the true energy dragon had arrived in front of the blood tiger.
The blood tiger looked ferocious and punched the dragon without any fear.
At the same time, the other two genetic warriors were not idle either. They each held killing blades and attacked Qinglong from the left and right.
"Hahaha! You people who hide your heads and show your tail, you will die!"
Qinglong looked up to the sky and roared wildly, punching each on the left and right.
Easily repel the two attacking genetic warriors.
The two genetic warriors are only SS level, and their strength gap with Qinglong is still quite big. Even a casual punch from Qinglong made them feel uncomfortable. Their mouths were numb, their arms were shaking slightly, and they almost couldn't hold the executioner blade.
Already.
On the other side, Blood Tiger's Iron Fist and Qinglong's True Qi Divine Dragon Shadow have already collided.
"boom!"
There was an earth-shattering explosion.
An extremely dazzling light burst out in the sky, which was particularly obvious in the dark night.
A strong wave of air, centered on Xuehu's fist, spread violently to the surroundings.
All the space in the surrounding large area was shattered, forming a vacuum area.
The two genetic warriors closest to them were already knocked out of their feet by Qinglong's punch, and they were unable to stand upright. At this moment, they were directly thrown away by the wave of air.
"Qinglong! Your tricks are nothing more than this!"
At this time, the blood tiger's rampant voice came from the bright light produced by the explosion.
After a moment, the strong light dissipated, and the figure of the blood tiger appeared.
His upper body was charred and black, as if he had been hit by a bomb. His entire right arm was dripping with blood, and the tiger's mouth was even more bloody. There were even white bones exposed, and he looked extremely miserable.
His face was also as pale as paper, without any blood.
It looked like he had been seriously injured. If he were an ordinary person, his combat effectiveness would be greatly reduced. But Xuehu was a genetic warrior, and his physical pain had already been reduced to a minimum, so he only looked embarrassed, but in fact it had no impact on him.
Not that big.
"idiot."
Qinglong smiled contemptuously and looked at Xuehu with the eyes of a mentally retarded person.
The next moment, Xuehu's body trembled violently, and then began to shake violently. Every time it shook, an explosion could be heard.
"Crack!"
A series of sounds like firecrackers exploding came.
Countless pillars of blood exploded from the blood tiger's body.
The reason why Longwei Fist can be rated as an eighth-level martial skill is naturally not that simple.
The attack power of the green dragon phantom on the front is indeed powerful, but what is even more terrifying is the hidden power contained in it.
Dark energy enters the body and explodes from the inside out, which can maximize its lethality.
At this time, Xue Hu was injured by the dark power of Long Mighty Fist.
Even though Xuehu was a powerful SSS-level genetic warrior, he would definitely not be able to bear such a severe injury.
"You...poof!"
The corner of Xuehu's mouth twitched twice, he pointed at Qinglong, and wanted to say something, but as soon as he opened his mouth, a mouthful of blood spurted out.
"Boss!"
At this time, a loud shout came.
I saw Shenying and others coming from the direction of Chengfeng.
Qinglong's eyes lit up.
Having Shenying come to support him not only reduces his pressure, but also shows that the crisis on the Chengfeng has definitely been resolved.
Qinglong suddenly became arrogant and shouted with a voice as loud as thunder: "We belong to the war hall, eliminate the stubborn enemies immediately!"
"yes!"
Shenying and others responded in unison.
Then, like tigers rushing into a flock of sheep, the others rushed onto the Wave Breaker, and together with the strong men of the Battle Hall on the Break Wave Wave, fought for heaven's punishment.
Originally, the members of the war hall on the Breaking Waves had an extremely difficult fight because they were outnumbered and some of their comrades had already died. Now that such a new force joined them, their momentum suddenly increased, and they instantly reversed the situation and turned the sky around.
The punishment was suppressed.
The divine shadow and Qinglong worked together to besiege the blood tiger.
The blood tiger roared again and again, but he was completely unable to withstand the combined attacks of Qinglong and Shenying.
After only a few rounds of fighting, Xuehu suffered a few more horrific wounds.
Some of them were punched out by Qinglong's fist, and some were stabbed out by Shenying's sword. Their whole bodies were covered in blood and they became bloody men.
"Heaven's punishment is to obey the order and all take the madness potion!"
In a desperate situation, Xuehu could only choose to fight with his last resort. He used crazy attacks to push back Qinglong and Shenying, and shouted loudly.
After saying this, Xuehu took out a red medicine bottle, without even opening the bottle cap, and threw the bottle into his mouth.
After his throat twitched twice, the medicine bottle was forcefully swallowed by Xuehu.
"Roar!"
After the medicine bottle was taken down, a deep sound suddenly came out of Xuehu's throat, which sounded like the roar of a wild beast, and a hot breath spurted out from his mouth.
At the same time, an extremely violent energy burst out from the blood tiger's body.
His eyes also turned blood red, and his whole body exuded a terrifying aura like a peerless beast.
"Crack!"
A huge bolt of lightning pierced the night sky.
The ferocious face of Xue Hu was reflected particularly clearly.
The other genetic warriors of Heavenly Punishment also took out the madness potion and swallowed it.
Waves of violent energy erupted one after another.
This time, Heavenly Punishment was completely desperate.
They themselves are all high-level genetic warriors with extremely powerful combat capabilities. Now that they have taken the madness potion, their combat capabilities have been maximized.
"Crazy potion? You guys really have nothing new at all." Qinglong's joking voice came.
Then he saw a glimmer of light flashing in Qinglong's eyes, his speed increased instantly, and he appeared in front of Xue Hu in disbelief. His right hand suddenly stretched out and directly grabbed Xue Hu's throat.
"You...uh...uh..."
Xuehu's entire face turned purple due to congestion.
Qinglong's hands were like iron pliers, clasping Xuehu's throat tightly, making it impossible for him to break free.
"You...you are not..."
Xue Hu left the last half of his sentence, his head tilted, and his life was cut off.