Fog Era

Shi Tiexin can feel that a stronger pass cannot stop him at all. He already has the strongest Essence Power that this realm can have, and may force a breakthrough obstacle at any time. Even if there is no Body Refinement Cultivation Art in the First Rank segment, as long as he is given enough time, he can still continue to carry out the simplest self-reinforcement.

In the entire body refinement second great realm, the innately powerful Essence Power will continue to help him.

Shi Tiexin is convinced that even among the people who have also completed the inverter Innate, the vast tyrant body is definitely a relatively strong type, completely worthy of the four thousand golden light spent in front and back.

The vast and powerful body, awesome!

As for the mad monk in front of you?

I have said it many times before, and I will emphasize it again-in the first great realm, the most direct and obvious factor that affects battle strength is fleshy body. Essence or something has to stand aside at this stage, and become sharp to shake.

Shi Tiexin raised his eyes and looked towards the crazy monk on the opposite side. The violent anger in his eyes just now has settled and changed. It was like a kinked black fire, with the solidity of steel, the fierceness of flames, and the darkness of hatred.

The mad monk is still in the afterburner of his gnashing teeth, with his muscles bulging high, hoping to overwhelm Shi Tiexin in strength. But at the moment when his eyes were facing each other, the mad monk suddenly felt a huge horror, and couldn't help being shivered all over.

Shoo, the mad monk retreats suddenly, and withdraws directly to ten meters.

He looked at Shi Tiexin suspiciously, wondering why his Zen Mind foretold such a strong warning sign. Even though Zen Mind was also warning when the Five Tribulations revolved just now, at this moment, the alarming signs had multiplied exponentially.

Shi Tiexin didn’t chase, he thumped the iron man’s stake on the ground, freed his left hand to beckon to the mad monk, the shadow on his face made people tremble, and his voice was depressed and low: "You Don't you want to see the ultimate humans? Come here."

The mad monk was silent for a moment, and then laughed lowly.

"hehehe, he he he, call hahaha, good! It seems that the little monk must also spare no effort!"

Boom, there is a loud bang, and the hat on the mad monk’s head is clicked Zi burst open, revealing a bright and shiny big bald head. There are deep purple meridians on the bald head from the end of the brain, climbing all the way down the neck with the crackling sound. At the same time, the mad monk’s purple light shining eyes also have purple blood vessels spreading out, extending continuously on the face.

Stab, stab, the black and white monk's robe was pulled into flying flakes by huge force, revealing the majestic upper body. Purple meridians crawled all over his body, and a deep purple color penetrated into every muscle. These purple meridians seem to completely replace the circulation system, making the fleshy body of the mad monk even more terrifying.

On the face of the mad monk, the purple veins converge into a terrifying pattern, making his smile more ferocious: "Your Excellency, Gao Yi, waiting for the little monk to finish accumulating energy. But your Excellency will know immediately, this How stupid is to do this—!"

Boom, a large amount of smoke bursts under his feet, and the mad monk rushes in with a more imposing manner and strength than the last time. Qing's terrifying speed, with the howling wind, once again hit Shi Tiexin's head. In terms of physical fitness, among all the purple-eyed elite monsters I have seen, the mad monk is indeed Peak's. The mountain ape may be stronger, but the integrated battle strength is not as good as the mad monk.

But at the next moment, the iron man pile held by Shi Tiexin moved.

With a flick of his arm, the huge iron man shook his backhand with fierce power. When not moving, as stable as Mount Tai, it is like thunder when it moves!

Boom————! !

The mad monk's charge was interrupted.

And this time, Shi Tiexin only took a step back.

The black fire spreading eyes stared at the mad monk opposite, Shi Tiexin's face was cold: "That's it, not enough."

"Ahhh——!" The mad monk clenched the stick with both hands. Suddenly fortune started, the madness made an afterimage-like combo. Shi Tiexin held the iron man stake with one hand, resisting it effortlessly as if he was waving a wooden stick.

In Shi Tiexin's eyes, the martial arts of a mad monk is ridiculously crude. If he wants to fight back, he can knock down the mad monk's iron rod, and then smash a pile on the opponent's head to end the battle.

But at this moment, he doesn't want to think about anti-revolution, he doesn't want to think about any skills, he just wants to vent the tyranny of primordial, just want to use the simplest power to crush the guy in front of him into dregs!

I will do whatever you want, without flinching or changing, what you want is a simple meet force with force!

Boom, the sound of continuous clashes shook the eardrums, and the airflow all around was crazily torn apart. The dazzling sparks splashed around, and the crazy monk's attack was fierce and fast, but his imposing manner quickly declined.

Not only because his hands are constantly shattering, but also because even if he has finished three consecutive runs with his bald head, he must acknowledge allegiance to Newton. No matter how great the power is, it cannot ignore the inertia of the stick and the force of the shock. Too much attack speed of the ghost animal will inevitably lead to an imbalance of the posture.

On the other hand, Shi Tiexin not only fully withstood the shock, but also the whole figure stood still as if it had grown on the ground. Unremitting force penetrates the soles of the feet and grasps the ground, the weight of the iron man's stake seems to be non-existent, how to wave it will not change his posture.

So the offensive and defensive momentum reversed in the blink of an eye.

The left arm was raised, the shoulders moved, and the huge iron pile smashed through the air. It was a heavy smash from top to bottom. The gust of wind was shattered, and it screamed sharply. The mad monk's posture broke prematurely, he could not move quickly to dodge, he could only hold his hands up and block.

dong! ka-cha!

The steel Zen stick creak bent fiercely, and the ground under the feet of the mad monk shattered instantly.

Shi Tiexin's wrist turned, the iron man's pile turned, and the iron arm on the pile instantly hooked the Zen stick. Pulling his left arm, the mad monk couldn't hold his weapon anymore, and he was thrown away far away.

The mad monk retreated two steps backwards with trembling arms. His arm bone and wrist bone had been broken, and his knee was also severely injured.

With a thud, the iron stake in his hand was thrown out, Shi Tiexin gave the mad monk a strong finger with his empty left hand and hooked his hand. Still the same sentence: "Not enough, still not enough."

With the crackling sound, the mad monk's skeleton was reborn.

Faced with Shi Tiexin's provocation, his madness suppressed the fear, and the whole person screamed and attacked again, pushing out the thick Iron Fist against Shi Tiexin.

Shi Tiexin did not block, let him fight.

However, the Iron Fist, who usually opened the stone and gravel, fell on Shi Tiexin's chest, but Shi Tiexin remained motionless like a mountain. Not only did he see no signs of injury, but the mad monk's own fist continued to explode with blood, and the injury was worse than the attacked Shi Tiexin.

"Ah!" The mad monk hit Shi Tiexin's head with a punch, bang, to the side of his face.

The fist slammed Shi Tiexin's head to the side, and then, the thick neck drove his head, and he turned it back against the mad monk's fist.

This Shi looked down at the mad monk, his eyes were full of tyranny: "Not enough, not enough, not enough to dispel my anger!"

The mad monk’s hands trembled, Finally a scared expression appeared on the crazy face.