Peerless God of War

Feng Lisha had a cold face, but the movements of his hands were not slow at all.

He continued to frantically send out vortex divine palms towards Chen Xiao to bombard his water prison defense.

At this time, after experiencing such severe and continuous impacts, Chen Xiao seemed to be unable to hold on any longer. Blood was bleeding from the corner of his mouth, he was coughing loudly, and he was extremely embarrassed.

Seeing this, Feng Lisha was secretly happy, and at the same time he hit harder with his hand. As for Xiaolong, he didn't pay much attention at all.

The next moment, before Xiaolong could finish his words, he had already turned into a phantom, dragging out a long red afterimage and appearing behind Feng Lisha.

He raised his huge dragon claw and slapped the opponent hard.

He used all his strength on this claw, and his entire right arm seemed to be burning with red dragon blood, emitting extremely hot power. Even under the sea, it was still incredibly hot.

The fist was like a ruby ​​crystal, all the strength of the body was concentrated on this punch.

Dragon Fist!

In order to maximize the power of Dragon Fist, Xiaolong had already given up defense in other parts of his body and used all his strength for offense.

With this punch, he moved forward in an indomitable manner, full of determination and courage.

"Huh?"

At this time, even Feng Lisha was stunned for a moment, seeming to realize that the power of this punch was a bit extraordinary, much more powerful than he expected, but that was all.

Soon enough, in the blink of an eye, Xiaolong's dragon fist hit Feng Lisha on the back of the head.

At this moment, Feng Lisha turned his head strangely, turned sideways, raised his hand and slapped the little dragon who was very close at hand.

"I've been waiting for you to come to my door. Go to hell."

"Vortex Divine Palm."

The terrifying vortex continued to enlarge in Xiaolong's eyes, sweeping everything around him. In the blink of an eye, it expanded to several feet in size, like a huge water bubble, which easily swept Xiaolong into it.

For a moment, I didn't know whether I was alive or dead.

Seeing this, Feng Lisha sneered, "With such little strength, you still want to imitate others and carry out sneak attacks. It's really ridiculous. You don't overestimate your capabilities. Go to hell."

As he spoke, he raised his hand and patted the vortex. Suddenly, the knife-like water blade in it spun faster and more terrifyingly.

After seeing this scene, Chen Xiao couldn't help but become a little worried and shouted, "Xiaolong!"

But it turned out that his worries were completely unnecessary.

"Huh?" Suddenly, Feng Lisha frowned, and he discovered something very strange.

As he expected, after Xiaolong was trapped in the vortex, his body was torn apart and the bloody scene of plasma splashing did not appear at all. Instead, he resisted desperately.

This result made him very puzzled.

The next moment, bang!

There was a sound of something breaking, and the huge vortex in front of Feng Lisha suddenly collapsed from the inside, and the little dragon, covered in blood, jumped out of it.

Looking at it now, Xiaolong's body was covered with numerous scars. Some of the skin was torn, and some of the bones were already visible. The only good part was probably his right hand.

But even so, his body remained relatively intact, he did not suffer any fatal injuries, and he was still capable of fighting. This was the most surprising thing about Fenglisha.

You know, the reason he didn't kill Chen Xiao with one palm just now was because of the dragon scale armor on Chen Xiao's body.

But this time, this dragon didn't have any protective armor, so it was really strange that it could withstand his attack.

Probably the only explanation is that the physical talent of the Dragon Clan is really incredible, and they are really too resistant to being beaten.

"What kind of dragon are you with such a strong body?" Seeing this, Feng Lisha couldn't help but ask.

But it was obvious that there would be no answer to his question, and no one would answer him. Xiaolong, whose eyes were red from the killing, moved and disappeared immediately.

Its speed was more than three times that of before, making Feng Lisha unable to react at all, and her pupils contracted violently.

"So fast."

There was no time to react. The next moment, Xiaolong appeared in front of Feng Lisha. The distance between the two was less than ten centimeters. Feng Lisha could clearly see the pores and hair on Xiaolong's face.

Too close, dangerous.

At this time, Feng Lisha wanted to hide, but it was too late.

Xiaolong punched out, accompanied by bursts of roaring roars, as if the energy and blood that had been accumulated for a long time had found an outlet, it rushed inward.

The momentum was like the Yellow River flowing into the sea, unstoppable.

boom!

A solid punch hit Feng Lisha's chest hard, knocking him away. After rolling on the ground several times, he stopped in an extremely embarrassed manner.

At the same time that Feng Lisha was being beaten away, the Divine Palm of the Vortex came out again, focusing on Xiao Long.

Snapped!

Xiaolong screamed in pain and was thrown to the ground. Blood was everywhere. He was seriously injured all at once and could not get up again.

"Ahem, you bastard, how dare you hurt me? How dare you, I'll kill you first..." On the seabed, Fenglisha wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth in embarrassment, while holding his chest with his trembling left hand.

I saw that his left forearm was completely rotten into pieces of flesh, and even the white bones visible to the naked eye were exposed directly to the sea water.

Since the seawater contains a lot of salt, this feeling was almost as painful as death. It was so painful.

Of course, compared to the pain, he actually felt more humiliated and uncomfortable. He didn't expect that he would be injured because of his carelessness.

That's right, even if Xiaolong threw a punch with all his strength, he still didn't hurt him at all. Feng Lisha blocked the blow with his left hand at the critical moment.

Because after paying the price of his left hand, Feng Lisha was not injured, but his left hand could not be used for a short time.

In this way, his use of the vortex palm will certainly be discounted.

But it doesn't matter. For Feng Lisha, it has come to this point. In fact, only one hand is enough to deal with the two of them.

At this time, Feng Lisha, who was enraged, completely ignored Chen Xiao. He flashed and came to Xiaolong who was lying on the ground, and slapped him hard with a palm.

"Go to hell, go to hell, you go to hell first." Feng Lisha roared with a distorted face.

He was careless and was injured for the first time by Xiaolong's extreme fighting style of exchanging injuries for his own. Of course, he was furious.

So, he wanted to vent his anger on Xiaolong and send him to the west first.

At the critical moment, Xiaolong was really seriously injured and was almost dying. Not to mention counterattack and defense, it was extremely difficult for him to move. The only part of his body that could move was his lips.