Earth's Martial Arts Era

Chapter 337 Battle Fifth Tier

The power of talent, in addition to the super strong attack, also has one of the biggest characteristics.

Then his power is extremely restrained and hidden, and it is difficult to be sensed.

Even people like Jiang Wuxu couldn't find out without releasing their mental power.

Xiao Long pushed the hand that formed the seal of control, and already possessed innate power, towards Mengdao.

His palm, except for the weird posture, has no power fluctuations.

Even in order not to arouse Meng Dao's vigilance, Xiao Long's strength was useless, so he slowly pushed his palm over.

However, when Xiao Long's cultivation reached the point where he was blinded by the sword, even if there was no power in Xiao Long's palm, it still aroused his vigilance.

At his level of cultivation, he already has a sense of martial arts and is extremely sensitive to danger.

Looking at Xiao Long's outstretched palm, he was instantly terrified, feeling that a catastrophe was imminent.

"What the hell?"

Meng Dao yelled loudly, and the body's blood gang swelled.

But Xiao Long's palm suddenly accelerated at this moment, and slammed into Meng Dao's chest.

"Something that kills you."

Xiao Long also erupted at this moment, his palm was like a flash of lightning, fleeting.

puff!
The distance between the two was too close, even though they erupted almost at the same time, Meng Dao was still hit by Xiao Long's palm containing the power of talent.

As if it didn't exist, Xiao Long's palm directly passed through the blood gang of the masked knife and hit him.

Then Xiao Long's hand, like a sharp blade, pierced into Meng Dao's body without any hindrance.

This scene was as terrifying as when he punched Shang Wu through with one punch.

Even the fifth-order martial artist who protects the body with the blood gang can't resist the attack of natural power.

Shocked by the sword, his blood gang lost its effect in an instant without feeling any force from the blow.

With no time left, Meng Dao quickly twisted his body to avoid it.

All of this happened between lightning and flint, and the distance between the two was too close, Meng Dao only passed the fatal place of the heart.

Even something like a first-class concentrate alloy is not much stronger than tofu under the influence of talent, let alone a physical body.

Half of his arm was swept by Xiao Long's control seal, his flesh and blood evaporated on the spot, and all disappeared.

pat!

The remaining half of the arm fell to the ground, splashing a cloud of dust.

Except for the arms, the side of Mengdao's body was also swept away by the force of talent, and the flesh and flesh were also wiped away, and a layer of bones was scraped off.

This time, Xiao Long mobilized [-]% of his natural power.

If it wasn't for Meng Dao's vigilance to avoid the vital point, it would definitely kill him.

"Ah!" Meng Dao howled in pain, and fear flashed in his eyes. He had never heard of such a strange and domineering power.

The blood gang formed by the power of qi and blood actually didn't work.

In fact, it's not that it doesn't work, but that the power of talent is too domineering. His blood gang just came into contact with the power of talent, and it was instantly transformed into the most primitive small particles by the power of talent.

If Meng Dao's blood gang was seven or eight feet thick, it would definitely be able to block the power of talent.

In fact, it is very simple to prevent the power of talent, as long as it is exhausted.

"pity!"

Meng Dao avoided the fatal blow, Xiao Long felt very sorry.

The fist in his hand was violent, and Xiao Long was about to attack Meng Dao with his backhand.

boom!
The sound of violent concussion sounded, and the power of Qi and blood surged out of Meng Dao's body, and the power of Qi and blood swept out layer by layer, shaking Xiao Long back.

The fist that just lit up above the fist was directly shaken away.

Xiao Long snorted, and stepped back three steps.

With every step, the soles of the feet sink into the ground.

The warriors in the late fifth stage are too strong, and Xiao Long can be knocked back just by releasing the power of Qi and blood.

Meng Dao's reaction was also not slow, he didn't know what method Xiao Long used just now, but he never dared to let Xiao Long get close.

Xiao Long took three steps back, and he also reacted, he also blasted out the blood gang, fighting against the blood gang of the sword.

Must not be distanced by the masked knife.

puff!

The blood gangs of the two confronted each other, annihilating each other, and the destructive power radiated circle after circle.

All around, under the impact of the destructive power, the mountains, rocks, plants and trees were instantly wiped out.

"How is it possible? You are not a Tier [-] warrior, how could you hide your aura."

Meng Dao screamed in shock, Xiao Long used the bleeding gun, how could this be the method of a third-tier warrior.

"Drink!" Xiao Long yelled wildly, shaking the heavens and the earth.

Although he failed to kill Meng Dao with a sneak attack, it also crippled one of his arms.

In this case, he still has a chance to kill Mengdao.

When meeting on a narrow road, the brave wins. At this moment, Xiao Long directly threw away the weapon from Yuanshan in his hand.

His strongest is boxing.

"Punch the mountains and rivers!"

Xiao Long didn't dare to continue to use the seal of control and the power of talent.

I have been using it before, and just mobilized [-]% of my talent again.

Although he didn't turn into a soft-legged shrimp on the spot, his body also began to feel tired.

Rumble!
There was a sound like a river surging in his body, which was caused by the rapid flow of his blood.

The body began to be exhausted, and he used Zhenyue Tiangong to recover.

The two blood gangs clashed, bombarding non-stop.

Xiao Long's face was flushed by the shock, he faced up to the difficulties, and blasted out a Tai'an fist.

His fist was thick and dazzling, like a giant pillar, crashing towards Mengdao.

This punch was powerful, strong and fierce, as if it could punch through the sky.

"rise!"

Meng Dao exploded, his fists condensed, and he also punched Xiao Long.

His face was also flushed, and the two blood gangs collided, but he didn't have much of an advantage.

With one hand knocked off by the seal of control, he is not at his peak at the moment.

What's more, he still has to use the power of Qi and blood to suppress the wound on the arm and the wound on the side.

If you use all your strength, the wound will definitely not be suppressed.

With the loss of an arm, Meng Dao lost at least 20.00% of his strength.

For a martial artist of his level, 20.00% strength is almost [-] to [-] kilograms of strength.

The fists collide.

boom!
A deafening sound swept across the world, and the fists of the two men shattered at the same time.

A force of destruction surged out, shaking everything around into powder.

Xiao Long felt that this punch seemed to hit a huge mountain, and the counter-shock force almost broke his arm.

With a puff, a large number of capillaries burst, blowing Xiao Long's entire sleeve to pieces.

In an instant, the entire arm was stained red with blood.

He only felt a fishy smell in his throat, and he spat out a mouthful of blood.

This head-to-head confrontation, even Zhenyue Tiangong's perverted body couldn't bear it.

Involuntarily, Xiao Long stepped back.

Here at Meng Dao, he felt as if his punch had hit an indestructible rock.

His only remaining hand was also bursting with blood and blood, and it kept shaking.

Even the place where the arm was broken was so shocked that blood spattered.

"So much strength, so strong physique!"

Meng Dao's heart was shaken, fists clashed, Xiao Long's fists were no match at all.

His massive qi and blood rushed into Xiao Long's body, but only shattered some capillaries.

After the blood gang shattered, the two clashed fists.

At this moment, he finally understood why Xiao Long didn't succeed in one blow, and he still had the guts to continue killing him.

The unbelievably terrifying extreme power directly sent him flying.

Xiao Long only took seven or eight steps back, but he flew backwards directly.

His fist was beaten with flesh and blood by Xiao Long's fist.

If he hadn't been in the late fifth stage, the power of Qi and blood had reached the point where he could do whatever he wanted, and he used the power of Qi and blood to protect his arm in an instant.

With this punch, his remaining arm will also be crippled.

(End of this chapter)