In terms of sorcery, he was no match for Zhao Changhe, a genius combat cultivator who had only cultivated one technique in a hundred years.
What could he use to defeat him?
Fang Xing's answer was to throw his fists. Even the will of the Pilgrimage Mountain couldn't stop his opponent's spell, so he simply abandoned all defenses and used his physical body to take on the last five lightning dragons. At the same time, he closed in and unleashed his monstrous strength to hit Zhao Changhe's face. To put it simply, when the opponent's spell was too exquisite and he couldn't break it, he simply gave up on it and used his physical body to take it. He just charged at Zhao Changhe and said, "Kill me if you can!"
But if you can kill me, that's fine. If you can't, then let's see if you can withstand my fists.
Growing up in a bandit's lair, he understood from a young age that winning or losing in a fight was not all about martial arts.
Later, during the three years of cultivation with Bai Qianzhang, Bai Qianzhang instilled another idea in him. The reason why combat cultivators were stronger than ordinary cultivators was not because they cultivated more powerful sorcery or consumed more resources than ordinary cultivators, but because combat cultivators were more ruthless and ruthless. They could withstand the attacks of others, but their opponents could not.
Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom!
The five lightning dragons crashed into Fang Xing's body one after another. The power was as if he had withstood five heavenly tribulations.
At this moment, Fang Xing's entire body was covered in soot. He looked like a barbaric native of Kunlun. Even the ponytail at the back of his head had been struck by the lightning. It was as if a broom had been erected on his head. The Daoist robe on his body was even more tattered and no longer had any defensive function. Even his skin and flesh had split open and was currently healing under the effect of the Wood Technique. It could be said that he was in an indescribably miserable state.
But in the end, he had made it through and even had a lot of strength left. He threw three punches at Zhao Changhe from a distance of more than ten feet. Each punch was like a mountain, stirring up a violent wind visible to the naked eye. His strength was terrifying.
The orthodox Tortoise Fist had no technique, but it was powerful and heavy.
"You … you actually took my lightning technique head-on?"
Seeing this scene, Zhao Changhe was so shocked that his heart trembled. Without thinking, he quickly retreated, leaving an afterimage behind him. At the same time, he avoided Fang Xing's strange fist. At the same time, the last protective Thunder Dragon wandered around his body, dissolving the wind brought by Fang Xing's tortoise fist. For a time, the wind in the air surged in all directions. He dodged very quickly, but was still brushed by the wind. Even the corner of his robe was torn. His face was pale, and a touch of dark red appeared at the corner of his mouth. Obviously, being brushed by the wind was not good.
Of course, in comparison, Fang Xing's injuries were far more serious.
Crack! Crack! Crack!
Having dodged the three punches, Zhao Changhe's hands quickly formed a seal, and three more terrifying bolts of lightning swept out.
However, Fang Xing was determined. He didn't care how he responded. Gritting his teeth, he closed the distance and attacked again!
His fists were like a storm, and his strength was like the waves of the sea.
Regardless of how brilliant Zhao Changhe's lightning technique was, Tang Wulin took it head-on and fought head-on with him.
However, his punches were much faster than Zhao Changhe's. In the gap between each of Zhao Changhe's thunderbolts, he was able to throw three punches at the same time. This was also a principle in fighting. Spells always required the use of Dan power to draw the essence of heaven and earth. Therefore, the spellcaster's speed and flexibility were destined to be slower than the puncher's. However, the scope and power of the spells often exceeded the punches.
Of course, this was only for ordinary cultivators. Fang Xing had a monstrous strength, and his body was tyrannical. The power of his punch was no weaker than Zhao Changhe's lightning. At least he dared to take Zhao Changhe's lightning head-on, but Zhao Changhe didn't dare to let him punch him.
As he swung his fists, Fang Xing actually had the time to shout. His fists were swinging non-stop, and his mouth was also constantly making noises.
"When I first entered the path of cultivation, Uncle Eleven told me that combat cultivation means killing. He also told me that one day, even if I had to abandon a great technique, I must not abandon the ruthlessness in my heart. Now I will take your lightning head-on. Why don't you take two punches from me? Don't think I don't know that you've been afraid of me since I entered the array. You're as timid as a mouse. What qualifications do you have to compete with me? "
The more he fought, the fiercer his fists became, and the words he said made Zhao Changhe even more frightened.
"I'm afraid of you?"
He seemed to be disdainful and sneered. When he attacked, his lightning technique became fiercer and more violent.
"If you're not afraid of me, why do you want others to stop me after you get angry?"
"If you're not afraid of me, why do you take out your spiritual treasure from the beginning?"
"If you're not afraid of me, why don't you fight with me directly?"
"The most important thing is … if you're not afraid of me, why the hell are you running …"
Fang Xing shouted. His fists became fiercer and fiercer. He resisted the lightning, like an unkillable cockroach, and his figure quickly approached Zhao Changhe.
Each of his words made Zhao Changhe angry. Especially the last sentence, he was so angry that he almost cried. "Why the hell do you think I'm running away? I'm a person who relies on magic to make a living. What I do is technical. Who the hell is like you, rushing forward with all your strength? Should I not run away? Should I fight face to face with you with lightning and fists?
"Do you think I'm stupid?"
Although he cursed wildly in his heart, he had no time to speak. Even if he used his thunder technique with all his strength, he still could not speak.
"I've seen a lot of grandsons like you. The more arrogant you are, the less courageous you are …"
The more Fang Xing scolded, the more delighted he became, and the more ferocious he became. When he scolded Zhao Changhe with the last word 'little', his figure suddenly dashed forward, closing the distance between him and Zhao Changhe by seven or eight feet. Zhao Changhe wanted to open the distance, but it was already too late. Moreover, after being scolded by Fang Xing for a long time, he became somewhat angry out of humiliation. Hardening his heart, he simply did not run away. Instead, he made a circle with his palms, displaying his most powerful thunder technique. Seven thunderbolts simultaneously struck Fang Xing's body, the might of which seemed to be able to tear the heaven and earth apart.
"Can it kill him?"
After this blow, Zhao Changhe was also a little tired. He looked forward anxiously.
In the sea of lightning in front of him, the little devil was screaming. Obviously, he was not feeling well, but he did not die. In the midst of his screams, his ferocity became more and more fierce. He forcibly rushed out of the sea of lightning and rushed toward Zhao Changhe.
"How strong is this little devil's body …"
Zhao Changhe sucked in a breath of cold air and was about to cry.
If it was a fight, he would have won long ago.
Since the beginning of the fight, he had almost lost count of how many bolts of lightning he had struck Fang Xing.
And Fang Xing's fists were all carefully resolved by him. If he dodged, there was almost no way he could take a punch head-on.
But now, it was not a fight, but a desperate fight, which made him complain incessantly.
The little devil was simply immortal. After being hit by so many lightning bolts, even a ferocious beast would have been cooked. His punches did not weaken, but instead became more ferocious. Especially now, the last punch had rushed to within 30 feet of Zhao Changhe. For cultivators of their level, 30 feet was no different from close-quarters combat. Zhao Changhe wanted to dodge, but it was too late.
"Haha, having a brilliant thunder technique is not only advantageous in casting spells, but also because when the Dan is formed, it is tempered by the thunder technique, and the body's resistance to this technique is also greatly improved. Although I can't use the most brilliant thunder technique, I still have the ability to resist thunder. If Old Mount Tai threw me into the Thunder Lake, I could swim a few laps, let alone your Jindan realm thunder technique."
Under Zhao Changhe's strange gaze, Fang Xing laughed loudly. Although his body was smoking from being struck, he was inexplicably ferocious. He rushed to Zhao Changhe and threw a punch that seemed to shatter the void, aiming for Zhao Changhe's nose.
"Do you really think I am a master who only cultivates thunder techniques and not the body?"
At this moment, Zhao Changhe's ferocious nature seemed to be stimulated, and he directly gave up the idea of dodging. A spear entwined with endless thunder and lightning appeared in his hand. Gritting his teeth, he forcibly stabbed at Fang Xing's chest. At the same time, his body was constantly flashing with thunder and lightning, and his breath became more fierce and tyrannical. Judging from the breath, his body was surprisingly strong.
"You think your body is tyrannical, but I tempered my body with thunder techniques, so I may not lose to you!"
With a loud shout, Zhao Changhe held his spear against Fang Xing's fist, putting on a posture of exchanging injury for injury with the little devil. If Fang Xing's fist came straight at him, he would have to eat his spear first. He didn't believe that the little devil would not dodge in such a situation where he would obviously be at a disadvantage. And as long as he dodged, the momentum that he had built up over the past half a day would be gone, and he would have victory in his hands.
"Ha ha ha ha …"
A scene that surprised Zhao Changhe appeared. In the face of his spear, Fang Xing did not dodge, but directly punched.
With a "Puchi" sound, the spear directly penetrated Fang Xing's abdomen, and at the same time, the terrifying lightning on the spear penetrated into his body. At the same time, Fang Xing punched Zhao Changhe's nose. With a bang, Zhao Changhe's incomparably tyrannical body, which had been tempered by lightning countless times, could not withstand it. "Thump, thump, thump, thump, thump." After retreating more than ten feet, he felt dizzy and his vision blurred. He could not see the surrounding environment clearly, and even his nose felt sore. That was because this punch had affected his tear ducts.
"Wow …"
When thunder and lightning entered the body, it was not comparable to ordinary weapons piercing the body. His internal organs were seriously injured at this time.
Fang Xing also spat out a mouthful of blood. In terms of the severity of the injury, he was more serious than Zhao Changhe, but he did not stop for a breath. Even the blood he spat out went straight to Zhao Changhe. Using all means to kill the enemy, he rushed forward again, caught Zhao Changhe who had not yet recovered, and punched him again, then kicked him again, and punched him again …
Crackle!
It was even more ruthless than when Li Hongyi beat Li Ying!
Zhao Changhe could not even react. One punch after another, he was beaten until he could not recover.
"Who the hell wants to compete with you in terms of physical strength? I want to compete with you in terms of ruthlessness …"
Fang Xing was overjoyed. He only felt that a breath of resentment had been vented. After a long time of beating, he simply used the highest realm of tortoise boxing. He grabbed Zhao Changhe with one hand and pressed him in the air, turning over and riding on him. His fists fell like a storm.
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