Comparing skills, it is not as good as Zhao Changhe, a genius who only practiced one skill in a hundred years.
So what can you do to win him
Fang Xing's answer was to swing his fist. When even Fengchan Mountain's mountain spirit couldn't resist the opponent's spells, he simply abandoned all defenses, and directly resisted the last five thunder dragons with his body, while bullying the opponent. Going forward, with all his strange power, he hit Zhao Changhe with his arms and head covering his face. Simply put, when the opponent's spells were so exquisite that he couldn't crack them at all, he simply didn't crack them and relied on his physical body to resist. That is, just rush straight at you, and beat me to death if you have the ability!
But if you beat me to death, it's okay, if you can't kill me, you have to see if you can take my fist.
Born in a den of bandits, he understood from an early age that winning or losing a fight does not depend entirely on martial arts.
Later, in the three years of practicing with Bai Qianzhang, Bai Qianzhang instilled in him another idea, that is, the reason why Zhanxiu is better than ordinary monks is not just because Zhanxiu has practiced more powerful spells, or It is because they consume more resources than ordinary cultivators, but because war cultivators are more ruthless and hotter, they can withstand the attacks of others, but they cannot bear the attacks of others.
boom! boom! boom! boom! boom!
Five thunder dragons collided into Fang Xing's body one after another, and the power seemed to have received five catastrophes.
At this time, Fang Xing was completely black and looked like a barbarian native Kunlun slave. Even the ponytail on the back of his head was struck by the lightning and stood upright, like a broom sticking to his head. His cassock is even more tattered, it has no defensive effect at all, and even his skin and flesh are torn apart, healing under the action of wooden methods, it can be described as miserable and unspeakable.
However, he still broke through after all, and he still had a lot of strength left. After a distance of more than ten feet, he punched three times. horrible.
Authentic Wang Baquan is completely out of order, but powerful and heavy.
"You... you actually accepted my Lei Fa?"
Seeing this scene, Zhao Changhe was already shocked and his heart trembled. Without even thinking about it, his figure retreated rapidly, pulling out an afterimage. While avoiding Fang Xing's strange fist, the last thunder dragon that protected him was walking around. Dissolving the fist wind brought by Fang Xing's terrifying and powerful Wang Baquan, a strong wind shot in the air for a while, stirring up the surrounding fields. He hid very quickly, but was still caught by the fist wind, and even the corner of his vestment was scratched. She was torn apart, her face was pale, and the corners of her mouth were tinged with red. It was obvious that she didn't feel well after being hit by the wind of the fist.
Of course, in comparison, Fang Xing suffered far more serious injuries than him.
Click! Click! Click!
Zhao Changhe, who temporarily avoided these three punches, quickly made a tactic with both hands, and three terrifying lightning bolts swept out again.
However, Fang Xing became ruthless, no matter how he responded, he gritted his teeth and rushed close, and hit again!
The fist is like a torrential rain and wind, and its strength is like waves and waves.
No matter how good Zhao Changhe's thunder technique is, he insisted on it, and just challenged him with his head covered.
However, the punches are much faster than Zhao Changhe. In the gap created by Zhao Changhe's thunder and lightning, he can punch three times at the same time. The essence of heaven and earth, so the speed and flexibility of the caster are destined to be slower than the puncher, but the range and power of the spell often exceed the fist.
Of course, this is also for ordinary monks. Fang Xing has a strange strength and a tyrannical body. The power of his punch is by no means weaker than Zhao Changhe's lightning. At least he dares to force Zhao Changhe's lightning now, but Zhao Changhe does not Dare to let him punch you.
While swinging his fists, Fang Xing still had the time to shout, he kept punching, and his mouth kept ringing.
"When I first entered the path of cultivation, Uncle Eleven told me that war cultivation is fighting, and he also told me that even if one day abandons a great skill, one day, you should not abandon the ruthlessness in your heart. Now, young master, I will carry you hard!" Delei, try to punch me twice? Don’t think I don’t know, you’ve been afraid of me since you waited for me to join the battle, you’re as timid as a mouse, what qualifications do you have to compete with me?”
The punches became more and more fierce, and Zhao Changhe was startled by what he said.
"I'm afraid of you?"
He seemed disdainful, and sneered endlessly. When he shot, Lei Fa became more violent and violent.
"If you weren't afraid of me, why would you want others to stop me first after getting angry?"
"If you weren't afraid of me, why did you sacrifice the Lingbao in the first place?"
"If you weren't afraid of me, why wouldn't you want to fight with me directly?"
"The most important thing is... If you are not afraid of me, why the hell are you running..."
Fang Xing yelled, his fists became more and more fierce, resisting the thunder and lightning, like an unbeatable Xiaoqiang, he quickly approached Zhao Changhe.
He yelled at these few sentences, and each sentence made Zhao Changhe feel ashamed and angry, especially the last sentence, he almost cried out of anger, why the hell did I escape, we are a person who relies on magic to make a living, play It's technical work, who the hell like you is rushing forward with all the strength of the whole body, is it possible that if I don't run away, I have to face you face to face with lightning and fists
When I am stupid!
It's just that although he cursed wildly in his heart, he didn't have the time to speak, and he couldn't speak when he tried his best to use the thunder technique.
"I've seen a lot of grandsons like you. The crazier you are, the less courage you really have..."
The more Fang Xing scolded, the happier he became, and the more he hit, the harder he hit. When he reached the last word "little", his figure suddenly jumped, and he suddenly drew a distance of seven or eight feet closer to Zhao Changhe. He punched and punched, No matter how much Zhao Changhe wanted to distance himself, it was already too late, and he was sprayed by Fang Xing for a long time. He became angry from embarrassment, and his heart was hardened, so he simply refused to escape. Long's seven thunderbolts hit Fang who was rushing forward at the same time, and the power was almost terrifying.
"Can you kill him?"
After this blow, Zhao Changhe was also a little tired, feeling apprehensive, and looked forward.
But in the sea of thunder in front of him, the little devil screamed and screamed, apparently uncomfortable, but he didn't fall, and amidst the screams, the ferocity became more and more fierce, and he forcibly emerged from the sea of thunder. He jumped out and rushed towards Zhao Changhe.
"How strong is this little devil's physical body..."
Zhao Changhe gasped, almost crying.
In terms of fighting skills, he would have won already.
From the time he started to the present, he himself could hardly count how many lightning strikes Fang Xing had made.
However, Fang Xing's fists were all carefully resolved by him. If he dodged, there was almost no punch in front of him.
But now it's not fighting, but desperate, which makes him complain endlessly.
That little devil is almost immortal, after so many lightning strikes, even a ferocious beast is familiar, his fist strength has not weakened, on the contrary, it has become more ferocious, especially now that the last punch has already rushed Three feet in front of them, for their level of cultivation, the distance of three feet is no different from close combat. Zhao Changhe wanted to dodge again, but there was no time to dodge.
"Haha, possessing superb lightning skills is not only an advantage in casting spells, but because when the alchemy is completed, it is tempered by lightning spells, and the physical body's ability to resist this magic spell is also greatly improved. I can't find the most brilliant lightning technique, but I still have the ability to resist lightning. Lao Taishan threw me into the thunderstorm and I can swim a few laps, let alone your golden core level of lightning technique?"
In Zhao Changhe's strange eyes, Fang Xing laughed loudly. Although he was chopped up and smoked all over his body, he was inexplicably ferocious. He rushed straight to Zhao Changhe's body, and punched Zhao Changhe's nose with a bang, almost as if it shattered the void. I just called.
"Do you really think that I am a sorcerer who only practices lightning and doesn't care about the body?"
At this moment, the fierceness in Zhao Changhe's heart seemed to be aroused, and he directly gave up the idea of dodging. A spear entwined with endless lightning appeared in his hand, gritted his teeth, and stabbed down towards Fang Xing's chest, at the same time On his body, thunder and lightning kept flashing, and his breath became more and more ferocious, tyrannical. Judging from the breath alone, the tyranny of his physical body was surprisingly terrifying.
"You maintain your physical body to be tyrannical, but I use lightning techniques to temper my physical body, so I may not lose to you!"
Amidst the loud shouts, Zhao Changhe punched his spear with his spear, as if exchanging wounds with the little devil. If Fang Xing hit him directly, he would have to eat his spear first. I don't believe it, the little devil will not dodge in such a situation where he is obviously going to lose, but as long as he dodges, the general trend that has been so easy to develop in the past half a day will disappear, and he will win.
"Ha ha ha ha… "
A scene that surprised Zhao Changhe appeared. Facing his spear, Fang Xing punched him without dodging or dodging.
With a sound of "Puchi", the spear directly penetrated Fang Xing's chest and abdomen, and at the same time, the terrifying lightning on the spear penetrated into his body. At the same time, Fang Xing also punched Fang Xing. There was a bang on his nose, and Zhao Changhe's extremely tyrannical physical body, which had been tempered by lightning for countless times, couldn't bear it anymore. After seeing the surrounding environment clearly, even the nose felt sore, it was because the punch pulled the tear gland.
"Wow… "
Thunder and lightning entering the body is not comparable to ordinary weapons piercing through the body, and the internal organs have been severely injured at this time.
Fang Xing also spat out a mouthful of blood. In terms of the seriousness of the injury, it was much more serious than Zhao Changhe, but he didn't stop breathing, and even the blood that he spit out was straight towards Zhao Changhe. Kill and injure the enemy by any means, stepping on the void at the same time, rushing forward again, catching Zhao Changhe, who has not yet recovered, with another punch, then another kick, and another punch...
Crackling!
He was even more ruthless than when Li Hongyi beat Li Ying!
Zhao Changhe couldn't even react, he was punched one after another, and he couldn't recover from the beating.
"Who the hell is fighting with you physically, the young master is fighting with you hard..."
Fang Xingshuang turned over, only felt a bad breath vented out, beat him for a long time, and simply used the most advanced move in Wang Baquan, grabbed Zhao Changhe in the air with one hand, turned over and rode on him, crackling Crackling fists fell down like a storm.