God Level Demon

It is not only the Dryland clan chief Dryland Gogh is shocked, other guards are also shocked, all incredible, this human is just a master eight days, even if it is a demon, how can you resist the king?

But what the hell is going on now? Hardly ever took a punch from a king, but just vomited blood. It's too exaggerated. No one would believe this absurdity at all.

“As the king, it is right to take off his cosmic suit and fight the king.” Xiaping's eyes were filled with war, and if he wore a cosmic protective suit and fought the king, he would naturally be undamaged.

But it doesn't make any sense. He doesn't just want to live in the hands of the king. More importantly, he wants to understand the fighting power of the king and the power of the king.

To be promoted to the kingdom is indispensable for such understanding.

Although the energy of the five lines of spiritual fruit may help him to break through the kingdom and open the purple house, it is also just the ordinary king. There are always many defects in promoting to the purple house with foreign objects.

Only a thorough understanding of the mysteries of the purple province can be perfect and lay a solid foundation.

After all, his goal is not so simple as a king. The king is just a starting point. The saint in the legend is his biggest goal now.

Therefore, he yearned to fight against the practitioners of the Purple Palace and felt the mystery of the magic in the battle.

“Is this the strong man of the kingdom? That seems to be all. ”

Thinking of this, Xiaping came to his senses and began to provoke: “I don't know if I have been in this closed environment for too long, and it has degraded your martial arts level. ”

“To be honest, you are the weakest king I have ever seen. If you go out into the outside world, a rookie king like you will probably be photographed dead by the real strong. ”

What?!

Upon hearing this, the five ethnic guards present were all pale in their faces, and the words were stuck like arrows in their hearts, so angry that they jumped.

It is arguably their greatest pain, captured from the universe by the ancient demons, becoming a caged bird, unable to go out at all, breaking the ancestral heritage.

It also greatly weakens their power, which is taboo for them and cannot be mentioned at all.

But now this kid dares to talk about it, poke them in the pain, face to face, it's so bold, it's going to live with them.

“The weakest king?! ”

Drogo was extremely smiling, but anyone could see that his face was green, and now he was choking on it.

No one would care if an ordinary teacher said that. The king slapped a hundred dead, but this human has just resisted the king's blow, almost unharmed.

It's very convincing for someone like that to talk about who dares to question.

“It was just a test, lucky for you to live your life, but then I'll see how you resist and die for this king!” Drogo is in a hurry, and in his own honor, he has to let this bloody human die anyway, otherwise he will not have a face, and I'm afraid he will be a laughingstock for the rest of his life.

Boom!

In a flash, it disappeared instantly from the spot, and the next second appeared in front of Xiaping, wrapped around a black flame, with a three-length height, in vain punch.

Dry Volcano Fist!

This is a martial arts discontinuity inherited by the Drought Clan. It exerts the power of fire in the Drought Clan to the fullest extent, punching it down, like a supervolcanic eruption, with terrible explosive and destructive power.

Immediately, hundreds of meters of hot waves rolled and flames erupted, like dozens of volcanic eruptions, and molten slurry sprayed from the ground, covering the area.

In the middle of the sky, the shadows are heavy, and every punch is like a volcano, with terrible compression, crushing down, anything turns into powder.

Northbound Body Guard!

Xiaping immediately ran the protective divine power on himself, and the qi of 99 cave know-how erupted at the same time, like 99 Hell Jinwu was screaming, the power was increasing indefinitely.

Immediately, a huge peng jumped behind his body, like a fish leaping out of the sea, and the surrounding air was transformed into a stream of water, shouting loudly.

A huge black air shield enclosed his body, centered around his body, seemed to form a vortex that absorbed the light of the heavens and the earth into a state of nothingness and darkness.

Bang bang bang!!!

Hundreds of Drogo fistprints fell on this hood, as if hundreds of missiles were exploding simultaneously, penetrating enough to destroy most of the hard metal.

Xiaping stood on the ground and instantly collapsed, forming a deep pit a kilometre in diameter. Hundreds of cracks immediately appeared around him. He continued to stretch out, crackling in the rubble.

A lot of rocks are shocked into powder.

Even its fists are filled with black flames, not ordinary flames, but the natural fire in the Dry Clan - the Dry Fire, which is also a different fire from heaven and earth.

The reason the Dry Clan can be called male in the universe is because of the presence of the Dry Fire in the body.

When the fire of drought rises to its extremes, it becomes almost a flame that evaporates everything, nothing burns.

Even more frightening is the fact that this flame contains corpse poison, which is the poison of destruction that can poison countless living beings in the world.

So when the drought comes out, the redlands are not only the flaming force of their clan, but also the highly poisonous force on them, and they are also a super poison.

In the universe, they are the very existence of millions of spiritual winds that, once present, represent destruction, destruction, killing, death and despair.

Nutrition ~ ~

The black flame burned the air shield on Xiaping's body, making a noise of nourishment, while also emitting black poison gas, trying to invade Xiaping's heart and poison him alive.

It seems that such a force, even the Northern Mediterranean body strength, can not resist, about to be broken by the flame, a hole appeared, like glass, crackling and falling.

But Xiaping was not nervous at all, his eyes lit up like a light bulb.

The blow just now gave him a little insight.

“So this is the power, this is the power of the king?! ”

Xiaping felt a huge impact on these fistprints, and his Hell's Golden Eye lifted to the extreme, observing Drygo's every move, understanding each other's martial arts secrets, and gaining almost insight into everything.

When Drogo's fist struck, he felt not only unparalleled penetration, but also spiritual oppression and collision, seemingly destroying his soul.