"No need. ”

Layers of sound came from the depths of the green.

Although he didn't explain the reason, Gu Juan instantly grasped the meaning that 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 between the two is the real end.

Gu Juan didn't speak, but burst into a bright white light and rushed straight forward.

Rumble!

A fist smashed through the turquoise thread that had been entwined around the Daodao, and smashed into the palm that seemed to fall lightly from the front.

The whole palace shook violently at this moment.

Then the palace was like being in the middle of a sea raging by a Category 12 typhoon, and it began to violently topsy.

The fight between the two abandoned all the bells and whistles on the scene from the very beginning, and completely entered the program of fist and palm.

It's like two martial arts boxers, fighting to the death with their bodies.

A punch down.

I was caught by a palm.

A palm slapped over, and was blocked by the fist.

When the fist collided, everything around it exploded and flew up.

Next, Gu Juan kept swinging his fists at each other, and the figure named Qing resisted with one palm at a time.

The forces that erupted from the two were constantly colliding and dissolving, but the area of influence was gradually shrinking at a speed visible to the naked eye.

From the beginning of the shock of the entire palace, to the back of the confinement of a few zhang centered on their bodies.

Even the dazzling white light and the entanglement of the strangled green threads were gone.

It seems that it is like a battle of the strong who have mastered extraordinary power, and a little bit of the realm has become a battle of great grandmasters, and then it continues to fall through the floor, turning into a fight between two martial artists who have not even mastered the internal breath.

At one point, the scene became quite ugly.

But in this increasingly ugly fight, Gu Ju's face became more and more calm and serious, completely lacking the wildness and heroism of crushing all kinds of alien creatures in the past.

Qing's palm speed is not fixed, but changes from time to time with the opposing punch.

He is fast and fast, he is slow and he is slow, and he can catch Gu Ju's punch with every palm very accurately.

And as time goes by, Qing seems to be gathering momentum, like a spider spinning silk and weaving a web, gradually connecting its own power breath......

It is also like the ancients drilling wood to make fire, each palm is further on the basis of the previous palm, superimposing its own power breath layer by layer, until finally the wisp of fire that does not belong to natural generation descends on the world.

Gu Juan saw this clearly, but he still didn't care about it, didn't dodge or dodge, and smashed towards the other party with a punch.

This is the Chaos Hammer.

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

It's not just tempering yourself, it's also forging each other.

He could vaguely know what the other party was arranging, but he didn't care, and continued his tempering journey to the limit of what he could bear, until one side couldn't bear it anymore and was hammered out of this battle space that was only a few feet in circumference.

After the battle with the gods of the Ice Spirit Clan, he always wanted to know where his true limit was, but the opponent was rare, and it was not until today that he faced this existence named Qing that he finally felt what it means to be tempered and what it means to be tempered into steel!

It's not just about putting pressure on the opponent, but it's also about the pressure he himself is on, and when one side can't hold it up, that's when the winner is decided.

As time passed, the scene became more and more ugly.

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

Qing, on the other hand, is weaving a net, and is also making fire, netting everything within a few feet, and then waiting for it to be burned with the "flame" that it drills out of itself.

In this world where changes are becoming more and more drastic, the clash between the strong is naturally completely different from ordinary people fighting, not to mention the momentum of turning over the river and the sea, burning the eight wildernesses, that is also a side of the world for the change of color, a sword cut straight into the sky, and where is it like now, you punch me with a palm, not to mention the light effect, even the sound almost does not reveal a cent.

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

But it was just such a battle situation that made the two strong men who could already be called standing at the height of the heaven and earth here like a great enemy, and they were dignified to the extreme.

Syllable!

The fists were handed over again.

The distance between the two is less than three feet.

The air and engines are connected to each other, like the north and south poles of a magnet, sucked together, and it is difficult to separate them.

The battle circle was compressed again at this moment.

From the radius of three zhang, it came directly to the narrow range of less than zhangxu.

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

With the most serious and solemn expression, hit the slowest punches and kicks.

It's like Gu Judging the last time and space, the elderly in the park practiced Tai Chi, punched slowly, and took over the palm slowly, for fear that one would accidentally flash his waist.

The only difference from that scene was that the two of them began to happily gush out of their seven orifices, flowing down like a spring, and they did not fall to the ground against common sense, but directly turned into a cloud of blood mist, quickly filling the space and blocking their figures.

Suddenly.

After Qing closed his palm once, he did not meet the next punch that Gu Juan threw slowly, but took a step back.

Rumble!

With this step, he withdrew from the distance of dozens of zhang, smashed through the throne behind him, and smashed several beams and columns, directly hitting the back wall of the palace.

"What an incomparably difficult opponent......"

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

At this time, the center of Qing's eyes had changed from green to a brilliant purple light, and a mouthful of blood spurted out, and his palms changed into various postures like lightning, and he was about to merge in front of him.

But in the next moment, his complexion changed slightly, and he watched as a fist appeared above his head without warning, and it still seemed to slam down on his head very slowly, as it had happened many times before.

The slow is outrageous, the slow is maddening.

It's just that he knows very well in his heart that if he doesn't care about it, he will definitely not wait for the moment to complete the net, and that punch will slam on his head, and then detonate the pressure that has accumulated on both sides for an unknown amount of time.

And most importantly, the breaking point is not elsewhere, precisely in his head.

Rumble!

As a last resort, he could only wave his palm again and block that punch with a hard touch.

Immediately, Gu Juan followed up again, dragging the two sides into a state of fighting with one punch and one palm.

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

At this moment.

The action between the two can no longer be described as the Tai Chi of the old man in the park.

This is a great insult to the old grandfather of Tai Chi.

Perhaps only when watching action movies on the computer can I barely keep up with them by clicking the slow-motion buttons 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.

Not only did the seven orifices bleed, but from every inch of skin on the body, a bright liquid began to seep outward.

Tick-tock, like a life-threatening note.

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