Amazing, terrible.

The boxing god's eyes were filled with shock.

He punched down, clearly hitting the head of the powerful enemy in front of him. However, the opponent's body swayed, like a reflection under ripples in the water, blurry and unpredictable. The surging punch force actually went straight through the opponent's body, without any trace.

The obstruction was released on the ground, as if the person in front of him was just a shadow.

But the next second, the blurry figure suddenly became clear again, so unreal, unscathed and unscathed.

"What kind of martial arts is this?"

The boxing god retreated several feet in shock. His eyes were like lightning and he quickly scanned the surroundings. His old face was even more moved.

Those obscure Qi machines are very strange. They are the aggregation of wind, thunder, water and fire. They fell on the stone and stood for many years. The weathered bluestone suddenly disappeared out of thin air, as if it was wiped away by a terrifying force. In the blink of an eye, only the ground was left.

A pothole; it fell on a tree, and there was no vegetation. The tall and tall green trees were suddenly twisted like ropes, and were sucked into the mass of air. They disappeared immediately, leaving only some broken roots; they fell on the ground, and looked at them carefully.

One deep round hole after another appeared out of thin air, as if a piece of it had been missing.

What if it falls on someone?

The boxing god didn't dare to think about it, but he had already seen the results.

Many Gui Cha Luo heard the sound and came, but if they were exposed to this air machine, even if they touched it a little, their whole people would be sucked into it by a destructive force. Their muscles and bones would be broken, and their flesh and blood would turn into mud, just like the green wood twisted into a rope.

It shrinks instantly and no residue is left.

Under the aura, even the sunlight seemed to be distorting and changing.

What's even more shocking is that a pavilion not far away was affected. It only touched an inconspicuous, fist-sized Qi machine. The original red and green tiles, majestic and soaring pavilion was suddenly reduced by more than half, and the entire pavilion seemed to be destroyed.

An unimaginable force crushed it to pieces and shattered it into pieces.

The boxing god's pupils shrank sharply, and the anger on his face gradually disappeared, replaced by fighting spirit, vigilance, solemnity, and enthusiasm.

With his strength, he had conquered Japan twenty years ago. Even though he has been imprisoned by Juewu Shen to this day, and has been locked in a fist tomb, and has not seen the light of day for decades, his martial arts are still outstanding in the world, and he can be called invincible.

And after so many years, he has been able to really concentrate on the way of boxing, master the boxing intention, and achieve what he has learned. Therefore, although the progress of his skills is slow, the boxing force and boxing intention have become more invincible, and he has become more invincible after repeated tempering.

But today, he originally thought that Wushen Jue Palace was attacked by a foreign enemy, but he didn't expect that the enemy was unfathomable. Even he was secretly frightened. When he saw the other party's gestures and actions, he knew that this was just a preliminary test, and he was afraid that there would be more killings in the future.

trick.

Thinking of this, he shouted: "Send your name!"

Su Qing smiled and said softly: "Su Qing!"

"good!"

Hearing the response, the boxing god let out a loud roar and moved his fists again. The energy in his body exploded like a tide. Shocking winds took him as the source, blowing in all directions, crushing the flowers and plants, causing sand and rocks to fly.

The trees in the leaf forest seemed to be falling down, and countless cherry blossoms rose in the sky.

"I have been studying hard in this boxing grave for many years and have acquired the supreme boxing technique. Today, you will be the first to try it!

"Punch to death without limit!"

The punch is like shaking the sky, its power is immeasurable.

The god of boxing once again used his unique skills. With both fists together, the surging fist intention was like a big wave, boundless and endless. The air that was originally churning suddenly became stagnant again, as stagnant as a swamp. Countless flowers and leaves were crushed into dust in the air. Everything seemed to be in the air.

solidification.

Under the power of the fist, it seemed that he wanted to restrain Su Qing's movements, making it impossible to avoid and escape, so he could forcefully defeat this move.

The fists were as strong as death, and the fists of the boxing god actually smashed out thunder and fire, causing the void to be electrified. With a wave of his fist, he smashed all the destructive energy machines above his head, and then rushed towards Su Qing like a savage beast.

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In an instant, it was as if there were only fists left in the world. The violence was unprovoked, so fierce and domineering that nothing could stop it and nothing could be destroyed.

Su Qing was like a lone boat in the turbulent waves. Everything within a radius of more than 30 feet was melted by this terrifying fist.

The power of the thunder was turned into powder, and the ghosts also turned into blood and mud in the screams.

It's been ten breaths,

The boxing god stopped his fists and looked in front of him with a pair of eyes that could not calm down his high fighting spirit.

But after that, his pupils shrank and he moved his fists again.

As soon as the thunder of the fist was directed towards the sky, two thunderbolts fell from the sky, adding to his reputation. The thunder and lightning accompanied the fist's divine way. He raised his fist and attacked again, but his eyes gradually widened, as if he had seen something incredible.

When the punches were all gone and there were repeated explosions, Qiang Yiquan Dao Shen couldn't help but feel a surge of energy and blood, and his inner breath was unstable. He heaved his chest, gasped heavily, and looked in front of him.

But in the turmoil of the chaos, the ground had collapsed several feet, and was covered with scorch marks. The thunder and fire had not been extinguished, but there was still a thin figure standing still.

"The momentum is good, but the strength is not good, cough cough cough... and the gray is a bit big, which is choking, which is not good!"

The soft words rang out, and Su Qing waved his sleeves a few times. A strong wind suddenly appeared on the ground, and the noise disappeared. The boxing god looked at the person in front of him, as if he had suffered a huge blow.

Su Qing was just pacing in the void in front of him like a reflection in the water, reaching out to touch, ripples layer by layer.

The God of Quan Dao was looking at him, and he was also looking at the God of Quan Dao. At the same time, he was thinking secretly in his heart. As long as Brother Xiao didn't come out, this person's martial arts would definitely be one of the pinnacles in Japan today. In terms of strength, he was still above the tyrants.

, almost comparable to Wuming, and the First Evil Emperor and the others.

Nowadays, the "Hidden Sword Style" has not yet risen, and the emperor's shadow has not yet entered the world. Except for a few people, who can compete with it.

It's a pity that he has been trapped in the fist grave for decades, otherwise his strength may be more than that, and even more amazing. What's more pity, if we meet him who has never broken through, there may be something to see, but now...

"What a coincidence. Since you are also a master of boxing, I also have a martial art for you to try. If you can catch it, I will spare your life!"

After hearing this, the boxing god turned from surprise to joy. He saw that the opponent's body movements were strange and incomprehensible. He had been at a loss since he had attacked and killed him, but now that he was about to attack him head-on, how could he not be happy?

"This was originally reserved for those two brothers, but now, as a recognition of you, pay attention!"

Su Qing raised his eyelids lightly. Although he broke through the path, the Buddha's eyes between his eyebrows still remained forever, like a grain of ice embedded in the flesh and blood, translucent and dazzling, and the divine brilliance shone universally.

Seeing this, the boxing god gathered his momentum and raised up again. He clenched his fists and generated electricity in the void. Thunder snakes arced around his body, flickering and disappearing indefinitely.

But he suddenly stopped moving.

He stared straight at the person in front of him, dumbfounded, as if he had gone back in his life and returned to his childhood, seeing something that was surprising, shocking, and appalling.

His eyes were wide-eyed, the canthus was cracked, there were streaks of blood on the edges of his eyes, and his burly body was actually trembling slightly.

"This, this is?"

Just say what he saw?

In a daze, two phantoms emerged from the dazzling brilliance between Su Qing's eyebrows.

"Two strokes of human characters, between gods and demons!"

"With a thought, gods and demons become one body and two bodies!"
Chapter completed!