"How could you be so shameless at such a young age?"
After being kicked away by Ji Hao, Wuzhiqi jumped up in great annoyance, pointed at Ji Hao and cursed loudly.
"Shameless? There is something even more shameless. Can you tell me?"
Ji Hao laughed "hehe" and moved his right hand casually, and the seal of the Nine-Character Mantra Sutra was quietly activated. The mud behind Wuzhiqi suddenly turned into an extremely sharp earth thorn, twisting toward him. The flowers in the back courtyard rush away.
Wuzhiqi felt a chill coming from behind him. He instinctively swayed his body again and moved his body one foot laterally.
The sharp earth thorns with countless small thorns and barbs brushed against Wuzhiqi's thigh, and with a 'puff', a large piece of Qingbu was ripped off his thigh. Wuzhiqi looked at the countless thin cold rays on the soil thorns, and strands of cold sweat continued to flow down his forehead.
"Yao Hou Jihao, you Nanhuang men are the most brave and straightforward, how come you are such a sinister, sinister and unscrupulous freak?"
Wuzhiqi stared straight at Ji Hao. He dared to swear with his head that he had lived for so many years and met countless heroes of the Southern Wilderness, but no Southern Wilderness warrior could be as shameless as Ji Hao. And he's so shameless!
"You don't live long enough!" Ji Hao lowered his hands, strode towards Wuzhiqi, and said with a half-smile: "If you live for a few thousand more years, you will definitely meet countless young people like me. Don’t you believe we should take a gamble?”
Wuzhiqi rolled his eyes, placed the three-color lamp in his left hand above his head, and waved his hands vigorously a few times. He gritted his teeth, glared at Ji Hao and sneered: "I came to you because I had some serious things to talk to you about, but since you don't know how to live or die, I will beat you down first and then I will talk to you about serious things. !”
Ji Hao's movements froze slightly. Wuzhiqi used his spiritual clone to sneak into his camp late at night. Was there something serious
Is he talking nonsense, or does he really have something to say to himself
Before Ji Hao could figure it out, Wuzhiqi had already roared, bringing up a stream of evil wind and rushing towards Ji Hao. He still didn't use any magical powers. He simply relied on his strong physical strength to jump over and punch Ji Hao in the head.
The original body of Wuzhiqi is a heterogeneous water ape, one of the first creatures born in the wilderness at the beginning of the world. His movements were as fast as lightning, and Ji Hao's eyes were blurred as he hit him hard in the face with a heavy punch.
With a "bang" sound, the Tai Chi robe released layers of clear light like water waves. The clear light spread out in all directions, like a huge lotus protecting Ji Hao in the center. Wu Zhiqi's heavy punch landed on Qing Guang, and the overlapping Qing Guang kept weakening the violent force of his fist. In the end, the fist was still three inches away from Ji Hao's face, and it lost all its strength.
Wuzhiqi took a few steps back in shock. Every step he took took him back seven or eight miles, and he was tens of miles away in the blink of an eye.
He angrily looked at Ji Hao's shining Tai Chi robe, and said angrily: "Ji Hao, are you still a man? With a tattered clothes to protect your body, you can't be like a man and talk to grandpa uprightly. Shall I have a fight?"
Looking at Wuzhiqi jumping like thunder, Ji Hao felt the high fighting spirit in him.
But what surprised Ji Hao was that Wuzhiqi only had the will to fight in his body, but there was no aura of killing at all.
After a moment of silence, Ji Hao waved his hands, and the Tai Chi robe sank into his body. Without the involvement of Ji Hao's spiritual consciousness, or Ji Hao not suffering a fatal blow, the Tai Chi robe would not appear on its own initiative.
Wearing only a tight-fitting dragon skin waistcoat, Ji Hao moved his muscles and joints and hooked his fingers towards Wuzhiqi: "Come! I'll blow up your old monkey head! Hey, I still remember that time in the political hall, How did I hit you?"
Wuzhiqi's face suddenly became extremely ugly. He opened his mouth and roared angrily, and several huge fangs quickly protruded from the corners of his mouth. He pointed at Ji Hao and laughed angrily: "The guy you beat up back then was just a clone of your grandpa Wuzhiqi. He didn't even have one percent of grandpa's strength! Are you very proud of it?"
With a wild roar, Wuzhiqi brought up a gust of evil wind and stepped in front of Ji Hao. His arms brought up a series of terrifying explosions, like countless wild meteors tearing through the void and slamming into Ji Hao's body.
Ji Hao laughed loudly, his eyes widened, and he did not use any magical power. He did not even use the four techniques taught by Xuying to create the sky, open up the earth, create all things, and destroy all things. Just like Wuzhiqi, he only used his physical body. Brutal force, without any rules to speak of, used the purest violence to counterattack.
Fists and fists collided violently, making terrifying roars.
Fists and cheeks collided together, and the muscles and bones of the cheeks whined.
The fists collided with the bones between the chest and ribs, causing the ribs to crack. The ribs of Ji Hao and Wuzhiqi both heard an overwhelming cracking sound, and their internal organs were trembling violently. The two of them kept their mouths shut and gritted their teeth, otherwise they would spit out a mouthful of blood.
Tens of thousands of punches were fired at the snap of his fingers. Both Ji Hao and Wuzhiqi became bruised and swollen, and their heads were completely deformed as if they were rotten watermelons that had been violently beaten thousands of times. However, the blood of both of them was abundant and long-lasting, and huge life force circulated in their bodies. In the blink of an eye, their injuries healed, and their faces returned to their original appearance. However, in the blink of an eye, they were beaten like rotten watermelons again.
Suddenly Ji Hao's legs flew up, bringing up a whirlwind and kicking Wuzhiqi's lower body.
Wuzhiqi's legs also flew up and kicked him hard with a blast of evil wind.
The loud banging sound was endless, and the four legs of the two people collided crazily. In the blink of an eye, there were thousands of violent collisions. The leg bones of the two people were broken again and again, healed again and again, and then violently collided again. The impact breaks it.
Wuzhiqi laughed strangely, and his two arms became abnormally soft, like two strange snakes, suddenly tearing open the shadow of Ji Hao's fist in the sky, and lightly wrapped around Ji Hao's neck and broke it with force.
Ji Hao heard the sound of his neck bones breaking, and his vision went dark. He subconsciously waved his palms like knives with his hands, and struck out with two graceful arcs. His palms were like two sharp knives, chopping Wuzhiqi's chest gently and deftly, just like a sharp knife cutting tofu. Ji Hao's palms cut open Wuzhiqi's chest, breaking his body from his back. And out.
Ji Hao vomited blood and stepped back quickly, holding his head in both hands and hurriedly straightening the broken neck bones.
Wuzhiqi also vomited blood and fell backwards. He hastily took out a few bright leaves and stuffed them into his mouth. He chewed them and swallowed them. The wounds on his chest began to heal slowly.
The two fought purely with physical brute force, and actually ended up in a draw.
(End of chapter)