Chapter 685 Authentic Wang Baquan

In terms of magic, he is not as good as Zhao Changhe, a genius war practitioner who only practiced one skill in a hundred years.

So what can you do to win against him?

Fang Xing's answer was to shake his fist. When even the mountain spirit of Fengchan Mountain couldn't resist the opponent's spell, he simply abandoned all defenses and directly resisted the last five thunder dragons with his body, while bullying the approaching ones. He went forward, aroused a strange force all over his body, and hit Zhao Changhe with his arms and head covering his face. To put it simply, when the opponent's technique was too subtle and he couldn't break it, he simply didn't break it and relied on his physical body to resist it. That’s right, I’m just going to charge straight at you. If you can, beat me to death!

But if you can beat me to death, that's okay. If you can't beat me to death, you have to see if you can take my fist.

Coming from a gangster den, he understood from an early age that winning or losing a fight was not all about martial arts.

Later, during the three years of training with Bai Qianzhang, Bai Qianzhang instilled in him another concept, that is, the reason why Zhan Cultivators are stronger than ordinary monks is not just because Zhan Cultivators have practiced more powerful spells, or It consumes more resources than ordinary monks, but because war cultivators are more ruthless and fierce. They can withstand other people's attacks, but others cannot bear their attacks.

boom! boom! boom! boom! boom!

Five thunder dragons collided with Fang Xing's body one after another, and their power was as if they had received five heavenly tribulations.

At this time, Fang Xing's whole body was already covered in black. He looked like a barbarian native Kunlun slave. Even the ponytail on the back of his head was struck by the lightning and stood up straight, like a broom standing on his head. His robes were in tatters and had no defensive effect at all. Even his skin and flesh were torn apart and were being healed under the influence of wooden magic. It was so miserable that it was unspeakable.

But he still came through after all, and even had a lot of strength left. He punched him three times from a distance of more than ten feet. The punches hit him like a mountain, almost creating a violent wind visible to the naked eye. The power was so powerful horrible.

The authentic Wang Ba boxing is completely unstructured, but it is powerful and can cause heavy blows.

"You...you actually took over my thunder method?"

When Zhao Changhe saw this scene, he was shocked and his heart trembled. Without thinking, he quickly retreated and pulled out an afterimage. While avoiding Fang Xing's strange punch, the last protective thunder dragon was walking around. To resolve the fist wind brought by Fang Xing's tortoise fist which contained terrifying power, a strong wind shot out from the air for a moment, stirring up the surrounding areas. He dodged very quickly, but was still rubbed by the fist wind, even the corners of his cassock were scratched. He was torn apart, his face was pale, and there was a hint of red at the corner of his mouth. It was obvious that he felt uncomfortable being hit by the wind from the fist.

Of course, in comparison, Fang Xing's injuries were far more serious.

Click! Click! Click!

Zhao Changhe, who had temporarily avoided these three punches, quickly made a hand seal with his hands and swept out three more terrifying thunder and lightning.

However, Fang Xing became ruthless and didn't care how he responded. He gritted his teeth and rushed towards him, and hit him again!

The fist is like a heavy rain and strong wind, and the force is like the waves of the ocean.

No matter how clever Zhao Changhe's thunder technique was, he still swallowed it hard, even if he covered his head and fought hard with him.

However, his punches are much faster than Zhao Changhe's. In the gap created by Zhao Changhe's thunder and lightning, he can punch three times at the same time. This is also a principle in fighting. Techniques always require secrets and the power of elixirs. The essence of heaven and earth, so the speed and flexibility of the caster's attacks are destined to be slower than those of the punchers, but the range and power of the spells often exceed those of the fists.

Of course, this is also for ordinary monks. Fang Xing has strange strength and a tyrannical body. The power of his punch is by no means weaker than Zhao Changhe's thunder and lightning. At least he dares to take Zhao Changhe's thunder and lightning now, but Zhao Changhe does not Dare him to punch you.

While punching, Fang Xing actually had the time to shout loudly. He kept punching and shouting.

"When I first entered the spiritual realm, Uncle Eleven told me that war cultivators are all about fighting. He also told me that even if one day I give up a supreme skill, I can't give up the fierceness in my heart. Now I will bear you hard. Lei Lei, why don't you try to take two of my punches? Don't think I don't know. You have been afraid of me since you waited for me to enter the battle. You are as timid as a mouse. What qualifications do you have to compete with me?"

The more he hit, the harder he punched, and the words he spoke made Zhao Changhe even more frightened.

"Am I afraid of you?"

He looked disdainful and sneered. When he took action, his thunder method became more powerful and violent.

"If you weren't afraid of me, why would you want others to stop me first after getting angry?"

"If you weren't afraid of me, why would you sacrifice the spiritual treasure in the first place?"

"If you weren't afraid of me, why wouldn't you directly fight with me in the Thunder Technique?"

"The most important thing is...if you weren't afraid of me, why the hell were you running..."

Fang Xing shouted, his fists became more and more fierce, resisting the thunder and lightning, like a weakling who couldn't be killed, and he quickly approached Zhao Changhe.

He yelled these words, and every one of them made Zhao Changhe furious with embarrassment, especially the last sentence, which almost made him cry. Damn it, why did I run away? We rely on magic to make a living. It's a technical job. Who can rely on themselves and rush forward like you? Could it be that if I don't run away, I have to fight you face to face with lightning and fists?

Think I'm stupid!

It's just that although I was cursing wildly in my heart, I didn't have time to speak with my mouth. I used my thunder technique with all my strength, but I couldn't speak.

"I've seen too many grandsons like you. The crazier they act, the less courage they have..."

The more Fang Xing scolded him, the happier he got, and the harder he hit him. When he got to the last word "little", his body suddenly jumped up, and he suddenly closed the distance between Zhao Changhe and Zhao Changhe by seven or eight feet. Zhao Changhe tried to distance himself again, but it was too late, and he was sprayed by Fang Xing for a long time. He was a little angry and became angry. He felt cruel and refused to run away. He circled his palms in a circle and used the ultimate lightning strike, booming. Long Qi's thunder and lightning hit Fang who was rushing towards him at the same time, and the power was almost terrifying.

"Can you kill him?"

After delivering this blow, Zhao Changhe was a little tired and worried, so he looked forward.

But all he saw was that in the sea of ​​thunder in front of him, the little devil screamed and screamed. He was obviously not feeling well, but he did not die. His screams became more and more ferocious, and he suddenly emerged from the sea of ​​thunder. He rushed out and rushed towards Zhao Changhe.

"How strong is this little devil's physical body..."

Zhao Changhe took a deep breath and almost cried.

If it were a fight, he would have won by now.

From the time he started until now, he could hardly count how many lightning strikes he had struck Fang Xing.

However, Fang Xing's punches were all carefully deflected by him. If he dodged them, almost none of them came forward.

But now it was not a battle of wits, but a desperate fight, which made him complain endlessly.

The little devil is simply immortal. After suffering so many thunder and lightnings, even a ferocious beast is familiar with it. His punch power has not weakened, but has become more ferocious, especially now that the last punch has already rushed. When they were three feet in front of them, for their level of cultivation, the distance of three feet was the same as close combat. Zhao Changhe wanted to hide again, but he had no time to do so.

"Haha, possessing a superb thunder method not only gives you an advantage in casting spells, but when the elixir is completed, it is tempered by the thunder method, and the physical body's ability to resist this Taoist magic is also greatly improved. Although I still have the ability to use it, I don’t have the most advanced thunder skills, but I still have the ability to resist thunder. If Old Taishan threw me into the thunder, I could swim around for several times, let alone your thunder skills at the golden elixir level?"

In Zhao Changhe's strange eyes, Fang Xing laughed loudly. Although his whole body was smoking, he was fierce and indescribable. He rushed straight in front of Zhao Changhe, and punched Zhao Changhe with a boom that was like shattering the void, and aimed at Zhao Changhe's nose. Just called over.

"Do you really think that I am a magician who only cultivates thunder skills and does not focus on the physical body?"

At this moment, the ferocity in Zhao Changhe's heart seemed to be aroused, and he gave up the idea of ​​dodging. A spear wrapped with endless thunder and lightning appeared in his hand. He gritted his teeth and stabbed Fang Xing's chest hard. At the same time, he Thunder and lightning kept shining on his body, and his aura became more and more ferocious and unparalleled. Judging from his aura alone, his physical body was surprisingly powerful and terrifying.

"You control your physical body to be tyrannical, but I temper my physical body with thunder skills, so I won't necessarily lose to you!"

Amidst the loud shouts, Zhao Changhe used his spear to fight with his fist, and he suddenly put on a posture of exchanging injuries with the little devil. If Fang Xing's punch came straight at him, he would eat his spear first. I don't believe that the little devil will not dodge in such a situation where he will obviously suffer a loss. As long as he dodges, the general trend that has been cultivated so easily for so long will be gone, and he will have the winning ticket.

"Ha ha ha ha……"

A scene that surprised Zhao Changhe appeared. Facing his spear, Fang Xing punched him directly without dodging.

With a "poof" sound, the spear penetrated Fang Xing's chest and abdomen directly, and the terrifying thunder and lightning on the spear penetrated into his body at the same time. At the same time, Fang Xing also punched There was a bang on his nose, and Zhao Changhe's tyrannical body, which had been tempered by thunder and lightning countless times, couldn't bear it. "Thump thump thump thump" and retreated for more than ten feet. He felt dizzy for a moment. He could see his surroundings clearly, and even his nose felt sore. That was because the punch had stimulated the tear ducts.

"Wow……"

Thunder and lightning entering the body is not comparable to ordinary weapons piercing the body, and the internal organs are severely damaged at this time.

Fang Xingye spat out a mouthful of blood. In terms of the severity of his injury, it was much more serious than Zhao Changhe's. However, he didn't stop for a breath. Even the blood he spat out was directed towards Zhao Changhe. Use any method to kill the enemy, step on the void at the same time, rush forward, catch Zhao Changhe who has not yet recovered, and punch him again, then another kick, and another punch...

Crack!

Even harder than when Li Hongyi hit Li Ying!

Zhao Changhe couldn't even react. He was punched one after another, and he was beaten so hard that he couldn't recover.

"Who the hell is going to fight you physically? What I'm fighting with you is just fierceness..."

Fang Xingshuang fell over and felt a breath of bad energy coming out. After beating him wildly for a long time, he simply used the most advanced move in the Wang Ba boxing. He grabbed Zhao Changhe with one hand and pinned him in the air. He turned over and rode on him. The clapping fists fell like a storm.