strictlysupreme Chapter 72 Martial Artist's Weakness Confused With Me?
Chapter 72 Martial Artist's Weakness Confused With Me?
That's why Deacon Firebird is so polite...
"Heh~!"
The Iron Fist Deacon is two meters tall and burly, especially his fists, which are several times bigger than ordinary people!
What a "casserole big fist"!
He walked out from a group of deacons wearing black clothes, and sneered at the deacon Huoque who had been domineering to him before, and then said coldly: "Trash, a hundred thousand messenger beasts!" Even if you can’t take down a little devil, it’s really true that His Majesty asked you to command this operation…”
The words were merciless, and the Deacon Huoque and the deacons of the "Fallen Beast Envoy" blushed and were very angry, but they couldn't refute it, so they could only bear this tone and echoed: "Yes! Yes, yes, we are incompetent, so please ask Deacon Iron Fist to kill this beast!"
"Hmph, get out of the way!"
Deacon Iron Fist was not impressed by the deacon's flattery and flattery, so he stretched out his right hand and pushed him away.
He slowly walked to the opposite of Chen Qinghe, who had already fallen in front of the "Thousand Beast Sect", and said: "Boy, you are indeed very good, but..."
"Kill so many people from my 'Beast God Sect', you will still die!"
"drink!"
After finishing speaking, no matter whether he had Wude or not, he let out a low drink, and a fist the size of a casserole was already hammering towards Chen Qinghe's head!
"Yin~!"
The "Sword Control Technique" was launched, a sword groaned, and a cold light passed by...
Although Chen Qinghe really wanted to use his own martial artist cultivation to resist hard and hone it, but this time is really not the time.
It seemed that Chen Qinghe had easily killed hundreds of thousands of angel beasts, and he was in good spirits and had sufficient energy, but in fact, Chen Qinghe had used the soul skills for so long, not knowing whether it was due to his physical exhaustion, but also his mental exhaustion. Well, at this moment, this state is only something Chen Qinghe insisted on.
That's why Chen Qinghe made a direct move, using secret skills, trying to take down this iron fist deacon as soon as possible.
"Ding!"
"Ding ding ding!"
Chen Qinghe didn't expect that the iron fist deacon's fists were so hard!
A few times in a row, the long sword was blocked by his pair of iron fists, and he failed to make an inch, but the two hit each other, hitting sparks!
Chen Qinghe's eyes darkened, and he said to himself: "It really is a battle."
It's been too long, the meridian can no longer bear this level of fighting! "
At this time, every time he made a move, the flow of physical strength and vitality made Chen Qinghe's meridians ache.
"Looks like it's going to be a quick battle!"
When Iron Fist Deacon was fighting with Chen Qinghe's "Iron Sword", a silver-black phantom appeared behind Chen Qinghe...
"Soul Skill, Demon Dragon's Breath!"
"Roar~!"
The "Dragon Breath", which has been upgraded to the perfect limit of the top level of spiritual products, spewed out a mouthful of dragon's breath, with a diameter of more than ten meters, becoming a veritable black torrent!
"kindness?!"
Iron Fist Deacon, who was fighting with Feijian, heard a mighty dragon roar, his heart tightened at that time, and a sense of suffocation of death lingered in his heart.
"Roar!"
The iron fist deacon roared, black mist quickly emerged from a pair of casserole-sized iron fists, and then the black mist spread to the entire arm, and the momentum on his body also soared, almost breaking into the "Martial Ancestor Realm"!
Obviously, they took out the means of pressing the bottom of the box!
"Shaking Mountain Fist!"
Although he was using a martial skill, there was indeed no power of qi and blood on his body, all of which were driven by black mist, but the power of this "Mountain Fist" broke the limit of the Martial Spirit Realm, and there was a faint feeling of Wu Zong. The power of the environment!
A pair of casserole-sized fists were a little bit bigger. The thick meridian beat on them, and with a fierce fist wind, they greeted the dragon's breath vigorously...
"Boom!"
"laugh……!"
The fist collided with the dragon's breath, and the fist was not corroded and melted by the dragon's breath in the first place, but instead stuck to the layer of black mist covering the fist!
"kindness?!"
Chen Qinghe was slightly startled, and looked at the black mist squarely again.
"What the hell is this? It's hard to melt even the demonic breath of the 'Void Demon Dragon'!"
Chen Qinghe's "Dragon's Breath" before can be said to be invincible, and it can be instantly killed as soon as he makes a move!
This time it was resisted!
"Humph!"
"Can you really stop it?"
"Dragon Breath" is a breath-like soul skill. As long as Chen Qinghe does not stop the input of energy to the "Void Demon Dragon", this breath can continue forever, but the "Mountain Zhen Fist" that the Iron Fist Deacon used is just a martial skill , one bang, then decline, three
Biqu library
And exhausted!
Enduring the pain in his meridians, Chen Qinghe once again mobilized most of the energy in his body...
"Roar~!"
The "Void Demon Dragon" roared again, and the dragon's breath spit out from the dragon's mouth was even thicker and more aggressive!
The color of the dragon's breath is even darker and deeper than the black mist on the Iron Fist Deacon's fist...
"hiss!"
Although the Iron Fist Deacon at this time seemed to be in a stalemate with Longxi, in fact, the black mist on his arms was rapidly absorbing the vitality and energy that he had stored in his body earlier!
"This brat, how could he have such strength!"
Feeling the rapidly depleting life energy in his body, Iron Fist Deacon panicked a little.
"Such a consumption rate is not acceptable!"
In just an instant, most of the life force stored in Deacon Iron Fist's body was consumed. If this stalemate continued, Deacon Iron Fist might be drained dry!
The power of "Dragon's Breath" is still very powerful, and it has fully reached the power of the first grade of Origin Realm!
Even if the Iron Fist Deacon had the blessing of the black mist, the life in his body had already been consumed in less than five seconds, and he was still absorbing his own life force...
"Hiss... hiss... hiss!"
In just five seconds, Iron Fist Deacon was already sweating profusely and panting heavily.
He really wanted to retreat, but the dragon's breath was so fierce that it was barely resisted by the black mist. If he retreated, he would either die or be disabled!
This is the shortcoming of a martial artist. They rely on their own attacks or defenses. Even if they have become "corrupted walkers", the black mist's attack or defense power is too weak to prevent the dragon's breath at all, and even retreated. Can't get enough time...
Therefore, Iron Fist Deacon can only slowly consume under this black torrent...
"Hmph, I don't believe that you brat can beat me in terms of energy consumption!"
Iron Fist Deacon's panic affected his thoughts. He thought that Chen Qinghe must have used some kind of Horcrux to store Yuanli before, so he was able to persist for so long. No matter what happens now, the Yuanli in the Horcrux that stores Yuanli should be consumed It's over, so since you can't retreat, you can only spend it...
As everyone knows, this is exactly what Chen Qinghe intended!
"Hehe, consume me?!"