1047. Chapter 1047: The Battle of the Patriarchs

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He was a little weak-hearted, even if Duan Li'er had more Soul Rejuvenation Grass, no matter how clever his martial arts were, the attack of the Eighth Order of the Monk was not something that the Seventh Order of the Monk could withstand at all. hua-79-

At this time, Du Liuran, who was on the opposite side, suddenly had a heart full of sorrow and flowers, as she had guessed before, Du Mingcheng had indeed entered the realm of the eighth order of the monk. And the reason why she dared to bet with Duan Li'er was precisely for this reason, the eighth-order cultivator was definitely something that Duan Li'er couldn't defeat. This is what Du Liuran has always thought.

"Originally, you had been suppressing your true qi at the level of the seventh order of the monk, so it was very hard!" Duan Li'er's face was cold, and he couldn't see any expression.

The anger on his face was even about to turn into hatred, and Du Mingcheng, who was so forbearant that he couldn't bear it anymore, roared again, his eyes were filled with a trace of blood-red 'color', and he didn't pay attention to Duan Li'er at all. Read the full text of the latest chapter.

With a gust of wind, he had turned into a phantom and angrily attacked Duan Li'er. Finally, the "genius" of the Du family finally began to use all his strength to vent his anger.

"That's ......" Duan Li'er's heart moved, through the powerful soul power of Guò, she could feel a very terrifying power hidden under Du Mingcheng's fierce fist, if she guessed correctly, it was the "dark energy" that Du Jie reminded herself before.

"Okay, since that's the case, then I'll use 'tenacity' to comprehend your 'dark energy'!" Duan Li'er no longer had any reservations in his heart, and the soft true qi was like a substantial leather whip, which appeared in a distorted shape, and the full strength of the tenacity 'sex' was like a yoga master, and began to challenge the limits of muscles and bones.

Contrary to Duan Li'er, Du Mingcheng's fists are like a tiger, the outer strength is as strong as bones, the internal strength is fierce as a needle, the inside and outside are stacked, and the fist wind attacks, giving people a sense of fear that they have never had.

"Drink"

The sharp air-breaking wind that tore through the air sounded in his ears, and Du Mingcheng shouted like a tiger's fist, slamming into Duan Li'er's brain, if such a fierce punch hit, it was hard to imagine what kind of effect it would have.

The energy 'waves' caused by the fist passing through made the entire ring tremble.

Accompanied by the sound of slaughter, it condensed into a substantial white 'color' true qi, just like the white 'color' thick iron ball that crashed into it quickly, giving people an unprecedented texture. The fist wind is bleak, like the cry of a ghost, and the momentum is like a star catching the moon.

Feeling the attack like a vicious ghost god, Duan Li'er's face revealed an unprecedented solemnity, what she was facing now was no one else, it was Du Mingcheng, a young genius of the Du family's "genius" who had reached the eighth rank of monks, and it was also a fierce beast that was like being angry to the extreme. If Du Mingcheng is a seventh-order monk, Duan Li'er firmly believes that he can easily win this game, but if Du Mingcheng is an eighth-order, then the outcome of this game is unpredictable, in the face of this unknown, Duan Li'er does not want to give up, on the contrary, she uses her strongest strength to show everyone, she is definitely not a sick man, she has done three years of humiliation, she is also capable of being recognized by others.

Because the speed of Du Mingcheng's attack was too fast and extremely powerful, Duan Li'er, who could not avoid it, could only adopt the method of using force to defend comprehensively. The soft and boneless figure floated and 'swinged', desperately urging a huge amount of true qi energy, creating a quagmire-like buffer space at half a meter of her body.