Boom boom boom!
For more than ten days in a row, dust and smoke were everywhere in the Furong Mountains, and there was constant roaring.
One mountain after another fell to the impact of Zhang Xiaopou's flesh bullets.
What is flesh bomb impact?
It was the God of Death who punched him. He couldn't bear the impact of the God of Death's power, and his body turned into a flesh bomb and fell from the sky, falling hard on the mountain peak.
Every time the Death God takes action, he can not only accurately control where Zhang Xiaopou falls, but also control whether he lands on his face or butt.
Flatten one mountain and then move on to the next.
After more than ten days, sixteen thousand-foot peaks disappeared in the Furong Mountains, and a large area of rocky hills appeared.
Zhang Xiaozu's misery cannot be described in words.
"Eight thousand eight hundred and eighty-eight!"
Death God recited a number in his mouth, and then punched Zhang Xiaozu with a punch.
This was the 8888th punch he used against Zhang Xiaopeng.
"Roar!"
Zhang Xiaozu let out a hysterical roar from his swollen mouth, and without dodging or dodging, he punched him head-on.
boom!
The two fists collided, and their powers collided fiercely like streams of electricity, tearing apart the surrounding space.
The power of the Death God's punch was more than twice as strong as the first punch he punched Zhang Xiaopou on the first day. However, the first punch of the first day, Zhang Xiaopou, didn't even have the slightest ability to parry, and was blown away by his punch. , but now that this punch was more than twice as powerful, Zhang Xiaopou actually found his feet and was able to confront him.
Zhang Xiaopou's combat power improved rapidly.
During these ten days, the Death God was enjoying the pleasure of tyrannizing Zhang Xiaopou while secretly astonishing at Zhang Xiaopou's growth rate.
Zhang Xiaozu's combat power increased so fast that Death God had an illusion. He felt that if he kept fighting with Zhang Xiaozu, Zhang Xiaozu would continue to grow without limit until he caught up with him or even overtook him.
"Is it still growing? Is there really no limit?"
Feeling the power gushing from Zhang Xiaozu's fist, Death God was frightened again.
boom!
Suddenly, Zhang Xiaopou took a step forward with his fist in his hand.
"ah--"
Zhang Xiaozu's eyes widened with anger, his face was ferocious, his messy hair was dancing wildly in the wind, and he looked like he was roaring madly.
The muscles and veins all over his body were bulging high, and his strength was like a flood opening up to release the flood, rushing out from the nine battle gates and rushing towards his right fist.
"Break it for me!"
Zhang Xiaozu roared wildly, thrust forward with his right arm, and punched out with violent power.
boom!
With a loud noise, the Lord of Death was pushed back dozens of feet by Zhang Xiaozu's punch.
"really!"
Zhang Xiaozhu's purple and swollen eyes shot out two excited rays of light.
His improvement on the law of power was confirmed in this punch.
The Death God glanced at his right fist, which still contained some of Zhang Xiaopu's power. He was keenly aware of the change in Zhang Xiaopu's law of power, and couldn't help but secretly exclaimed: "Can you continue to push forward in such a fierce battle?" Evolving the law of improved power, what kind of monster is this?"
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He kicked his feet, twisted his waist, looked at the Lord of Death, raised his lips and smiled: "You need to increase your strength a little more, otherwise you won't be able to suppress me."
As soon as he finished speaking, his body turned into a ray of light and shadow and rushed towards the Lord of Death.
"I'm giving you face."
The Lord of Death snorted coldly.
Bang bang bang!
The two of them were fighting each other instantly, with fists and blows exchanged, and each move was so fast that it was dizzying.
The Death God's physical combat skills are not weaker than Zhang Xiaozu's at all.
This is also what surprised Zhang Xiaozu.
In these more than ten days of fighting, the Death God not only helped him prove the law of power, but also helped him prove his physical combat skills.
The battle of advanced physical combat skills can best test the flaws of physical combat skills.
"This kid can keenly catch the shortcomings of his own combat skills in battle, and then quickly improve them, making them perfectly fit the laws of his own power. His physical combat skills have reached the ultimate level. If he wants to improve his physical skills, In terms of combat skills, he is superior to him, and even I can't do it."
"His law of power has become much stronger. With my current power, I can no longer suppress him."
"His combat power is approaching the late stage of the Holy Emperor Realm, or even reaching perfection."
"Can we continue to improve?"
Death God was thinking secretly while fighting.
"Look at the palm!"
Zhang Xiaozu suddenly shouted and slapped the Lord of Death from the front with his palm.
The Lord of Death turned his upper body slightly to avoid the palm, and at the same time slashed towards Zhang Xiaopou's right rib with his palm knife.
boom!
It hit Zhang Xiaopeng's ribs.
Death God succeeded with one blow, but his expression was slightly startled.
, because in his opinion Zhang Xiaozu was fully capable of resolving this move.
When something goes wrong, there must be a monster.
And he had already seen the sinister smile on Zhang Xiaopou's lips.
Immediately, he punched Zhang Xiaopeng with both fists, trying to force Zhang Xiaopeng back.
But Zhang Xiaopou's fist was a little faster, broke into his chest, and then charged forward.
boom!
Zhang Xiaozu's fist hit the Lord of Death's chin from bottom to top, sending the Lord of Death flying off the spot.
"Wow~ It feels so good!"
Zhang Xiaozu let out a strange cry, and this solid punch was so comfortable that every pore in his body opened.
Because this is the first punch he has hit the Lord of Death so far in the battle.
When the Death God heard Zhang Xiaozu's strange and proud cry, he couldn't help but get angry and black lines appeared on his head. He immediately surged with strength and climbed up a level. Then he spun his body and spun in the air, turning back rushed towards Zhang Xiaopou.
"surrender!"
Zhang Xiaozu actually took out a piece of white cloth from the void space and held it high.
Abandon the battle and surrender.
His power laws have all been deduced and improved, and they should not be improved in a short time.
Physical combat skills have also perfectly matched with the law of strength, and I can't think of any better moves in a short time.
So there is no point in continuing to fight.
In addition, he was very satisfied to be able to punch the Lord of Death on the chin.
So the truce at this moment feels good both physically and mentally, which is just right.
"idiot!"
"Who did you hear that the weak have the right to voluntarily cease war?"
"The truce is what the strong say!"
"Look at the palm!"
Snapped!
The Death God sneered, and then slapped Zhang Xiaopou to the ground.
boom!
Zhang Xiaozu's face kissed the mountain peak below fiercely, knocking down half of the remaining peak that had fallen down and the other half that was still strong.
"ah--"
Zhang Xiaopeng lay in the pile of rocks and screamed miserably.
Death God shouted without any mercy: "Don't pretend to be dead, get up quickly and let me kick you again!"
"Ah, my
All the bones were broken, the strength was exhausted, and I couldn't get up. Ah, it hurts, it hurts, help. "Zhang Xiaozu cried out again and again.
Death God said: "I punched you 8888 times and slapped you 8888 times, but I only kicked you 8887 times. Do you think you owe me something?" A kick from me?"
"——"
When Zhang Xiaozu heard these three shocking figures, he suddenly felt that the punch he used to punch the Death Lord was no longer good. No matter what, he had to punch him eighty-eight thousand eight hundred and eighty-eight times.
