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Chapter 903 Slow to beat slow (seeking support)

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    "No need."

    Layer upon layer of sounds came from the depths of the green.

    Although he didn't explain the reason, Gu Juan instantly grasped what the other party wanted to express.

    Anyway, he is the enemy who is going to be killed, so there is no need to say anything more, it is better to see the truth under his hands, and the death of one of the two is the real end.

    Gu Juan didn't say a word, but burst into a ball of bright white light and rushed straight up.

    Boom!

    A fist smashed through the entwined green silk threads, and hit the palm that seemed to be falling lightly from the front.

    The whole palace shook suddenly at this moment.

    Then the palace began to bump violently, as if it was in a sea ravaged by a typhoon of level 12.

    ? From the very beginning, the fight between the two abandoned all the fancy techniques on the scene, and completely entered the routine of fist and palm contact.

    It's like two martial arts masters, using their bodies to fight to the death.

    Hit it down with a punch.

    was caught by the palm.

    A palm came over, but was blocked by the front of the fist again.

    When the fists hit, everything around them exploded and flew up.

    Next, Gu Juan kept throwing his fists at each other, while the figure named Qing resisted with palm after palm.

    The forces erupting from the two constantly collide and dissolve, but the range of influence is gradually shrinking at a speed visible to the naked eye.

    From shocking the entire palace at the beginning, to being firmly imprisoned within a few feet around their bodies as the center.

    Even the eye-catching white light and the entangled and strangled emerald threads disappeared.

    It looks like, from a battle of strong masters who have mastered extraordinary power, a little bit of a fall into a battle of great masters, and then they continue to fall through the floor, becoming two people who don't even have internal energy.  Wufu fights without mastery.

    The scene once became quite ugly.

    But in this increasingly ugly fight, Gu Pan's expression became more and more serious, more and more serious, completely lost the wildness and boldness of the past when crushing all kinds of alien creatures.

    Qing's palm-stretching speed is not fixed, but changes from time to time with the opponent's fist.

    He was fast and he was fast, he was slow and he was slow, and he was able to catch Gu Pan's fist with every palm very precisely.

    And with the passage of time, Qing seems to be gaining momentum, just like a spider weaving silk and weaving a web, gradually connecting its own power breath into one piece

    Another example is that the ancients drilled wood to make fire. Each palm builds on the foundation of the previous palm, superimposing its own strength and aura layer by layer, until finally a ray of flame that does not belong to nature comes to the world.

    Gu Juan saw this clearly, but he still didn't care about it, didn't dodge or dodge, and punched the opponent one after another.

    This is the Chaos Returning Hammer.

    Since it is a hammer, it has the ability to forge and forge.

    Not only are you training yourself, but you are also training your opponent.

    He could vaguely know what arrangement the other party was making, but he didn't care, and continued his journey of tempering with the limit he could bear, until one party couldn't bear it, and was hammered out of this area only a few feet away.  battle space.

    After the battle with the god of the Bingpo clan, he always wanted to know where his true limit was, but the opponent was a rare encounter. It was not until today when he met this existence named Qing that he finally felt his true limit.  When it comes to what is tempered thousands of times, what is steel after hundreds of tempers!

    This not only puts pressure on the opponent, but also bears corresponding pressure on himself. When one side cannot support it, it is the time to decide the winner.

    As time went by, the scene became more and more ugly.

    Gu Juan is more and more like forging iron, forging others, and forging himself.

    And Qing is weaving a net, and also making fire, covering everything within a few feet, and then waiting to burn it with the "flame" drilled out by herself.

    In this world that is changing more and more violently, the confrontation between the strong is naturally completely different from the fights between ordinary people. In terms of momentum, not to mention overwhelming and burning the world, it is also a change in the color of the world.  Where is it like now, you hit me with a punch, not to mention the special effects of light, and almost no sound is revealed.

    Perhaps even if you randomly find two warriors in the world, it will be more interesting than their battle.

    But it happens to be like thisThe battle situation made the two strong men who could already be called standing on the heights of the world here feel as if they were facing a formidable enemy, and they were extremely dignified.

    Snapped!

    The fists were handed over to one place again.

    The distance between the two is less than three feet.

    The Qi machines are connected to each other, as if the north and south poles of a magnet are firmly attracted together, and it is difficult to separate them.

    The battle circle was compressed again at this moment.

    From a radius of three feet, it came directly to a narrow range of less than ten feet.

    The movements of the two also suddenly became slower at this moment.

    With the most serious and dignified expression, hit the slowest fists and feet.

    It's like Gu Pan went to another time and space, the old people in the park practiced Tai Chi, slowly punching, and then slowly receiving palms, for fear that if they were not careful, they would flash their waists.

    The only difference from that scene is that the two people's seven orifices began to gush out streams of blood happily, flowing down like a spring, and contrary to common sense, they did not fall to the ground, but directly turned into balls of blood mist, quickly filling the air.  The Zhang Xu space blocked their figures.

    Suddenly.

    After withdrawing her palm once, Qing did not meet Gu Juan's slow punch again, but took a step back.

    Boom!

    With this step, he withdrew a distance of tens of feet, smashed through the throne behind him, smashed several beams and columns, and directly hit the back wall of the palace.

    "It's really an extremely difficult opponent"

    "Finally, it's time to close the net!"

    The center of Qingqing's eyes had turned from emerald green to bright purple light at this time, and he spurted out a mouthful of blood, and his palms changed into various postures like lightning, and they were about to join together in front of him.

    But at the next moment, his complexion changed slightly, and he watched a fist appear on the top of his head without warning, and it seemed to be falling very slowly towards his head like it had happened countless times before.

    It's horribly slow, and it's maddeningly slow.

    It's just that he knew very well in his heart that if he didn't care about it, he would never wait for the moment when he finished closing the net, that fist would hit his head heavily, and then detonate the pressure that had accumulated for an unknown amount of time on both sides in an instant.

    The most important thing is that the explosive point is not elsewhere, it is in his head.

    Boom!

    As a last resort, he could only wave his palms again to block the punch head-on.

    Immediately afterwards, Gu Juan followed up again, dragging the two sides into a confrontational state of punching and palming again.

    Another period of time passed, and Qing tried to break away from the battle group with the burst of purple light several times, but was dragged back by Gu Juan inexplicably every time.

    At this very moment.

    The movements between the two can no longer be described by Grandpa Park's Tai Chi.

    This is a great insult to Grandpa Tai Chi.

    Perhaps only when watching action movies on the computer, can I barely keep up with their rhythm by clicking the slow motion button seventy or eighty times in one breath.

    Correspondingly, the blood of the two of them flowed more and more happily as the speed became slower and slower.

    It's not just bleeding from the seven orifices, but bright liquid oozes out from every inch of skin in the body.

    Tick-tick, like a note of death.  (Remember the site URL: www.hlnovel.com
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