God Level Demon

“So strong! ”

Xia Ping shocked, he actually saw that between the moments, the saint's fictional fists were full of 1,000 pieces, and the platoon crushed over the sea, making people unable to breathe.

Halfway through the sky, they were filled with dense and numb fist prints, condensed into substance, like thousands of troops impacted, seemed to crush people completely, there was nowhere to escape.

This is still the strength of the master in four days?!

He could not imagine that the illusion of the saint had suppressed the cultivation of the same realm as himself, and it was estimated that in the clouds, even the seven heavens of the master would be punched to death.

In fact, it's not really such a delicate move, just because the saint fiction moves too fast, a thousand punches a second, it creates such a terrible power, so fierce and confusing.

Northbound Body Guard!

Xia Ping immediately took the shot, hands round, running north meditation body work, a peng instantly jumped out of the air and wrapped his body.

Bang bang bang!!

The fistprints burst instantly, and the power of each fist was horrible. It was like a mountain crushing over it, so heavy, the fists gathered to the extreme, and pressed to the limit.

“How is that possible?! ”

Xiaping's pupils contracted because he found that even though his defenses were extremely strong, they could hardly be dissolved in the face of this tangible punch.

Because each punch seems to have a strong horizontal spiral force, this force is constantly spinning, even the northern meddling strength is difficult to resolve.

Even if you solve a punch, but thousands of punches strike at the same time, where can you solve it so quickly, this is beyond the limits of the current North Underworld body strength!

Suddenly, such fists shook him bloody, his body appeared suffocated, and even his body caused severe pain.

Terrible fists, creating spirals, constantly penetrating his heart and wounding his body.

“This is the illusion of sainthood? Too strong. ”

Xiaping thought he could easily defeat his classmates in the four days of the Master, but faced with this strength and the same saintly fiction of himself, he was beaten to no avail and completely suppressed.

The power of the other party is not beyond itself, and the speed is just between the brothers, but the fights of the saints are really too delicate, it's completely natural, believable.

Such martial arts have reached the realm of Dao, the realm of Xuanzhi and Xuanzhi.

As if he had made every move, they were all in the other party's anticipation. A random punch attacked him between his moves, creating a broken spot, making him suffer immensely, as if he were being restrained everywhere.

Even defensive qi kung fu, such as northern meditation body strength, is everywhere in front of saint boxing, is beaten to the brink of blood, the body is invaded by spiral force, and the whole body is bruised.

Boom!

With a punch, the saint instantly smashed Xiaping's head, blowing his whole body out and throwing it away hundreds of meters, rolling like a football.

“Again! ”

Xia Ping's eyes revealed the fire of a bear. He stood up as a carp and immediately jumped off the ground. He was still very alive and well. He was not punched.

Because his body was too strong, he practiced pure sun indestructibility, forged his body with the essence of the sun, and the bloodline of Hell, constantly evolved his body.

More recently, it has cultivated the power of the stars of Zhou Tianxing, and the energy of the Pure Yang Indestructible, combining yin and yang, with the flavor of water and fire compatibility.

If you cultivate the guiding trick to the great realm of formation, and it is estimated that you can condense the body of the stars, it is a body that cannot be destroyed by a cannon of stars, even if a person is in a vacuum in the universe, it can survive.

The district punched him in the face and couldn't crush him completely.

Bang bang bang!!

The illusion of the saint has no feelings whatsoever. It is just an energy puppet. The task is to defeat the students who take the assessment. As long as the students do not fall down and do not choose to admit defeat, they will continue to fight.

It punched like a wind, smashing a punch into the past, like a mountain falling from an extraterrestrial sky.

And it's not human, it's just an energy puppet, so there's no state of power failure like humans, and every punch of power is the same, precise, mechanical.

“Don't move! ”

Xia Ping strikes back, clapping like a Buddha, clapping the smell of immobility, the whole body emits a golden Buddha light, with my Buddha's mercy.

As if this hand were to surrender the demon and force the demon's head to put down the slaughter knife, turning back to shore.

Boom!

But the illusion of the saint is only a punch, no emotion, Heaven is merciless to all things as a dog, this is a heartless punch, Heaven's punch, seems to have a fitting environment.

In an instant, Xiaping broke the power of this clap and shook his strength.

Beast Fist!

Heavenly Dragon!

Four Seasons Sword!

No applause!

Almost all the martial arts on Xia Ping's body were used, but they were easily deciphered by the illusion of the saint, as if to see through the various flaws of his boxing technique.

Even if a punch is struck on the illusion of the saint, it is resisted by the illusion of the saint and undamaged.

It is not that these martial arts are not strong enough, it is simply that he is too weak now to exercise the true power of such martial arts.

“Too strong. ”

Xiaping felt the figurative martial arts of this saint, as vast and unpredictable as the ocean. Alpine gaze, this is already another martial arts realm, beyond imagination.

Whatever you do, it seems to be in the eyes of a saint that babies are just learning to walk, and the gap is not known.

“No, even if it strikes the phantom of the saint and is not destructive enough, it cannot defeat it.” Xiaping's eyes flashed, looking for an opportunity to defeat the illusion of the saint.

Though the illusion of the saint struck him very badly, he remained undefeated and all his fists were defended due to the existence of the Northern Mediterranean.

The illusion of the saint cannot defeat himself, nor can he defeat each other.

The fighting was at an impasse.

Boom!

I don't know how long later, Xiaping was sweating, panting, and the phantom punch of the saint struck him on the body, and the horrible spiral burst into his body, shocking him for hundreds of meters.

These spirals are terribly messy, spinning wildly, penetrating the heart of your lungs.

If he was real now, it was estimated that this punch would make him puke blood and traumatize his heart.

“Such a powerful spiral, the world actually has such terrible martial arts skills, like a mountain, like a whirlpool, there is nowhere to escape, any body qi is bombarded! ”

Xiaping's eyes revealed a glimmer of finesse. The more courageous the Vietnam War, the more he felt himself captured the knack of the saint's fictional fights. If he could learn the essence of the saint's fictional fights, master the magic skills of that terrible spiral, and let his destructive power soar, he could defeat the saint's fictional.