Master of Fist

On top of the war monsters of the alien race of Shengyuan, the Pig-headed Lord God and Huokui Lord God were also completely shocked at this time. After the Pig-headed Lord God saw the terrifying strength just now, his scalp was numb!

"It's not very good, what is the situation with this person." The pig-headed god was anxious.

Huo Kui Lord God's face was even more ashen, but he even sent a voice transmission to a third-rank Lord God: "Be careful, and focus on pestering him. Wait for the old incarnation to come, and then the incarnation will personally punish him!"

This third-tier main god is the same as the two of them, and even stronger than the two of them in actual combat. He is close to the realm of the third-tier peak main god, plus his own actual combat ability.

Even in the hands of the old incarnation, it can last for a long time, which shows its strength!

"Yes, my lord!"

The central area of ​​the battle in the distance.

In the area directly in front of the legions of both sides, Jiang Heng, who was using the Brahma Martial Saint Body, had already made a group with a group of master gods.

"boom!"

A fist shadow suddenly emerged from time and space in an instant, extremely ghostly.

Even the True God, who was once a victim, cried and howled, trying to get Miaosheng's forgiveness, and even surrender.

In any case, let's stop this battle first.

I'm afraid it is slightly stronger than the 100,000 Legion Battle Formation, but now it can kill several Shengyuan Lord Gods with internal strength with a single punch.

I thought that Lu Ming of the human race was just an eighth-level internal scene, but I felt right as soon as I bumped into it.

The pig-headed Lord God was very anxious and seemed like a fly with its head.

"It's possible! Could it be that I have hidden my strength, and the subsequent information is correct?"

Regardless of how the subsequent battle went, just the huge loss of the first relative didn't make the pig-headed god feel more heartbroken.

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After Miao Sheng's crazy attack, the legions of the two sides are not very close, so it's time! It's too late!

The old incarnation swung out domineeringly in an instant, his fists were as slow as thunder, and smashed Xiang Miaosheng.

Although his side has not been completely defeated, but the situation off the court is not very clear now, that Miao Sheng will probably be the smallest variable, even the strength of the old incarnation will definitely be able to block the opponent.

It was because he was not in Jiang Heng's realm, so he was able to suppress it.

At least I can do it with all my strength, it's not just more laborious. And the use of the time and space in front of the opponent, coupled with the eighth-level reincarnation path, is the first few paths to reach the eighth level, does that person have no limit?

"Boom boom boom."

Whoosh!

"Well, it's wrong, that child has always been like this, he can surprise you every time, it's wrong!" Youwei Taoist casually nodded his approval and commented.

Youwei Taoist also smiled.

However, Miao Sheng's battle results were horrifying. First, he broke down several hundreds of thousands of legion battle formations and encircled and suppressed the main god of Shengyuan in one breath.

The old avatar staggered and flew backwards for tens of light years, but I was able to stabilize my figure very slowly. At the same time, my cerebellum was thinking quickly, but then I thought of a possibility, and a nervous look appeared on my face.

The Old Lord of the Demon Heaven quickly calmed himself down, and I showed a thoughtful look on my face, "The aura is still at the peak level of the eighth order, yes, I must be Jiang Hengjing, and I have reason to suppress my aura when facing this seat."

In the last moment, I saw Miaosheng's eight small hands suddenly lifted up, and eight vortexes appeared in the palm of his hand in an instant. After the vortex ended its crazy rotation and gradually expanded, it gradually formed eight giant celestial white holes, and ended up crazily devouring those true gods. .

"This battle is hopeless, very hopeless!" Taoist Youwei also laughed.

There was a loud bang.

But we have forgotten that it is a racial war, no matter who he is or what race, once he stands on the opposite side after starting the war, there is no room for change.

It must be the body later, I am afraid that it is too possible for you to want to defeat the opponent. "Miao Sheng secretly said.

"It is worthy of being the old master who has integrated into the origin of the world. Even if it is an incarnation, it does not have such terrifying power. If you have just stepped into the Lu Ming realm, you will definitely be able to defeat that incarnation.

One by one, they all started to flee crazily, trying to stay as far away from this human Jiang Heng, this demon.

It was so cool next time. And that time Lu Ming was too awesome!

The terrifying thing about Lu Ming Realm is that once an existence above the seventh level falls into the universe in Jiang Heng Territory, it will surely die. It can only become a plaything for the weak in Jiang Heng.

The first wave killed at most hundreds of thousands of small troops, and then hundreds of thousands were wiped out in one go, and nearly one million true god-level elites disappeared in thin air.

Miao Sheng destroyed nearly a million Saint Yuan legions before killing several Saint Yuan master gods in a row, and then killed the Sheng Yuan clan's legion again.

"Is it an exaggeration or an explanation? How could Lu Ming be so weak? What method of temporarily improving strength can achieve that level?"

There are a lot of dominator-level weaklings, as well as several main god-level weaklings!

It was supposed to be used for defense or even for assistance, but the realm of the overdue Miaosheng surpassed those before there were too few people, and even the auxiliary methods were extremely lethal.

Miao Sheng had no fear at all, and also killed with a small smile.

It seems to be some kind of blood channel, which can control the flow of my qi and blood. At this moment, Miaosheng feels that his qi and blood are quite blocked.

All the weak insiders also cast their eyes on the past.

The power that Miao Sheng displayed now is enough to suppress the incarnation of the former Lord of the Demon Heaven, and it seems that only the physical body and the power are at work.

"Hehe, I was almost deceived by him, so calm, just looking at his restrained smile, I know that he is probably happy in his heart." Zhu Yin scolded with a smile.

Miao Sheng rushed to the Shengyuan army now, like a wolf into a herd of sheep, starting a frenzied slaughter mode.

If it is only the eighth-level strength, no matter how outstanding the talent of strength and supernatural powers is, how can the eighth-level internal scene-level weak who possesses the inner universe be comparable to the seventh-level Jiangheng-level weak.

What about blocking or even harassing? Even the eighth-rank main god, Sheng Yuan, was killed with a single punch, and even the small formations of hundreds of thousands of legions were punched through. In this way, no matter how few people are there, they will send them off, and they will also be sent to the field. .

It became the nutrient in Lu Ming's universe.

"Yes! You want to die!"

But at this time, the old master of the devil sky must be able to find out after thinking about it for the first time.

But it was a preconceived thinking mode that made me ignore that detail subconsciously.

"That's right! It's really amazing, it's the seventh level." Zhuyin also smiled.

A main god's head was directly slapped into pieces, and he was defenseless. Under the combination of time and space, Jiang Heng's punches had no trajectory at all and were unpredictable.

The two sides punched each other, and there was an earth-shattering bang, like a rock breaking the sky, and the whole universe trembled violently.

I must have caught some kind of method to temporarily increase strength, and that method should not have very slight sequelae. "

However, at this time, we desperately struggled to escape the pull of the reincarnation. With the power of law driven by the weak in Luming Realm, there is no possibility of us being spared. In one case, they were all swallowed up, and then completely crushed into powder.

Countless true god masters cried and shouted at the end of their collapse.

Even the former Lord of the Motian was amazing, every punch was filled with a terrifying sea of ​​blood, and at the same time, surges of tangible pulling force were acting on Lu Ming's body.

Since Miaosheng stepped into the Jiang Heng Realm, his understanding of the time and space has indeed improved, and he has indeed barely stepped into the eighth level.

...

In the last moment, a terrifying power made the old incarnation's heart tremble. It was too terrifying. How could there be no such terrifying power? Even at this moment, I feel that it is difficult to resist.

"So what if the old man is really unhappy?" A Taoist stroked his beard and smiled, "That's your apprentice. As a master, shouldn't you be unhappy? Even if they don't have the ability, they will find that kind of apprentice!"

"Even if you feel that the probability is small, it is difficult to block that punch." The pig-headed god was terrified, and I couldn't accept Lu Ming's rampage at first.

"boom!"

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"Miaosheng."

Then counting the few small armies of alien races ruled by the true gods who have not yet been destroyed, there has not yet accumulated a vulgar advantage.

However

"How is it possible? The Miaosheng of the human race is justified to be so weak. According to the information, I only barely stepped into the inner scene level at the beginning. How could I reach that level in just a million years or so. Even you I don’t see through my current actual strength.” The pig-headed god shook his head. When we went to the first relatives of the human race universe, we never took this person Miaosheng out of our minds. It's not that you are new to the level of the main god, but you can solve it with caution.

It wasn't until that moment that all the weaklings of the human race showed a smile. Judging from the fact that they were able to easily kill the powerful Shengyuan Lord with one punch, Lu Ming definitely had no strength to fight against the old incarnation.

"Miaosheng's strength should be so weak, right! Even the most talented genius of your Shengyuan alien race may step into the eighth rank in just a million years or so.

In my opinion, even if that Miaosheng is a weak person at the peak of the eighth-level internal scene, even if he has great actual combat ability and possesses the eighth-level law of reducing weight, he is only at the eighth-level level after all, and he can still reach the seventh level.

That is a game, there is no possibility of repeating and regretting.

The blood stream is just one of the opponent's laws. Every time I punch out, I can feel that the opponent's fists are constantly transmitting various negative state laws, weakening me. "save you!"

Compared with Miao Sheng, the masters of the true gods, whether in terms of realm or strength, the gap between the two is like a gap that cannot be bridged.

Pooh!

It is obviously the application of reincarnation.

boom!

"It's too bad, stop chatting, this old incarnation rushed towards Miaosheng, and Lu Ming also rushed towards the old one." Zhenwu said.

"Swoosh swish~~~"

Is there any chance of winning the legion, this is a top war criminal, I am still so stupid.

The pig-headed Lord God couldn't accept all of that, but the countless demigods in the human universe were excited to see it, and even the inner-level weak roared excitedly!

"Youwei Taoist, his disciple is not so accomplished, did he ever think of it?" Zhenwu looked at Youwei Taoist beside him.

"Go and block Miaosheng after the incarnation of the crown." Huo Kui Lord God kept giving orders to save the situation.

"No one is ready to move forward." Lord Huokui didn't dare to go up yet.

And with the fall of a main god who dominated the battle of a 100,000 legion, the mentality of a large number of true god masters who formed the legion completely collapsed, without the slightest thought of resistance.

"Bang bang bang."

But now the existence that is obviously only the first-level interior scene, at this moment, is showing several eighth-level leveling laws one after another.

In fact, I am quite unhappy at the moment.

Miao Sheng's figure flashed, and he rushed into the crowd suddenly, the speed was too slow. It made it hard for Huo Kui Lord God, who was under the nearby Shengyuan alien war monster, to hide his worry, because no matter how good I am in dispatching troops, I have no way to crush me in the face of absolute strength. Even if he wanted to escape immediately, he still had no way of escaping the strangulation of Miaosheng who exerted the power of time and space.

"Haha! Awesome!" Little Zhou Huang exclaimed, "Compared to Miao Sheng in the past, this punch that kills Lord Shengyuan is more straightforward and confident!"

Before the real confrontation with the opponent, Miao Sheng knew that the opponent's true strength was quite terrifying.

It is true that the vassal groups subjugated by the Shengyuan alien race are indeed very small, and these guys crying that they are the Shengyuan alien race account for nearly 40% of those who are about to be swallowed.

The fists of the two are like tiny planets colliding and colliding at high speed!

You must know that the smallest battle result of the arrival of the old incarnation this time was only to kill several true god masters of the human universe and millions of demigod soldiers.

The terrifying burst of devouring power, the low-speed rotation was once used by Miaosheng as a defensive means of rotating and unloading force, and now it has become a magic weapon for slaughtering the strong.

Seeing this scene, the face of Huo Kui Lord God under the Shengyuan Alien War Behemoth turned pale and green, and the pig-headed Lord God trembled uncontrollably, and his fat body trembled even more.

"What realm am I? Besides, my time-space system is too weird. You feel that my time-space system has both reached the eighth level." The pig-headed god shook his head, which was not difficult to accept.

That is mainly because I am willing to say that the strength of the first pro-Miaosheng is so weak, and on the other hand, the facts have to make me deny it.

After a million years later, although the Shengyuan clan that Miaosheng also killed was defeated, but at this time, it can barely be regarded as the first-time internal strength.

"You are wrong! You are from the Shengyuan clan, you are just a vassal under our coercion, your former hometown was also captured by us, you are together!"

The old avatar roared, and also crazily rushed towards Lu Ming.

It's just that I have used my real skills just now, and I have shown my soul-suppressing. For this, I am going to leave a small gift bag for the old Japanese body.

All kinds of contradictions put me in a dilemma.

"It's because my strength is weaker, so what can I do to you? I probably haven't really stepped into the seventh level, but the combination of my strength and the law of the flesh body combined with my own strength talent is enough to barely reach Jiang Heng's level."

"It's hard to predict. Lu Ming's strength has not yet reached the peak of the human race. The first punch in the human race's universe is beyond doubt." Qiong Qi praised with a smile.

One is the incarnation of the old days with the horns on the top of the head wrapped in flames and the humanoid appearance covered in scales. It is the old master of the Holy Yuan alien race and demon sky. At this time, my aura has already risen to the level that can reach Jiang Hengjing.

Countless people who have been swallowed into these eight reincarnation paths will be quickly transported to the connected inner universe of Miaosheng, and then all of them will be crushed into powder by Miaosheng's direct thought, becoming one of the nutrients of the inner universe.

It is the seventh order, this is not an ant in my opinion

Because Jiang Heng's inner universe is basically the inner world of the weak.

In just a few breaths, nearly a million small troops and several main god-level weaklings were all reduced to nothing, not even a little residue left.