Psychics don't die from gunfire

The moment before the fist actually hit, the terrifying heat roared, and the foehn wind swept across all directions with a roar.

The [Dayuan] in the third ring is also a "fire"!

Song Shi held down the heavy sword, and against the rolling heat, without dodging or dodging, he just slashed his fist with the sword!

There was no sound of the knife cutting into the flesh. Instead, there was a heavy, muffled sound like the collision of solid metal in the huge pit.

Boom!

The two sides were separated at the first touch. The man took four steps back before stopping his retreat, while Song Shi stood there without even taking a step back - no, to be precise, he was clearly willing to swallow the punch. Even if it strikes, it doesn’t retreat.

Don't retreat.

It represents moving forward.

Without leaving any time to react, the moment the man stopped retreating, Song Shi took a step forward and slashed out with his sword!

The time was too short, and the man had no time to make other responses, so he chose the most error-free way, punching horizontally and then blocking.

Boom!

There was another muffled sound.

Still couldn't split it!

The opponent's fists are really made of steel. Even the spreading raised veins don't feel delicate or weak at all. Each one is like a pure black steel bar, welded to the brass-colored skin, which together form the current complexion. Both sides are extremely tough punches.

Song Shi was very familiar with this feeling.

——The thing that forged this body and these two fists was the [Forging Flame].

The other party also has this psychic skill!

Compared with "forging" the image by oneself, allowing [Scorched Earth] and other psychic skills to recast the form as desired, with greater flexibility and control, or it can be combined with [Boiling Blood] to maintain "self-immolation".

The path chosen by the other party is to give up all other operations and purely "forge" oneself, using oneself as a weapon!

After repeated calcination and tempering day after day, the powerful body he now has that dares to withstand heavy killings has been forged.

"The first heaven can reach this point."

Then, Song Shi took another step and killed again and again.

It was not just a simple super-fast combo. The man had already reacted. The opponent clearly caught the subtle moment when he was about to counterattack after receiving each sword, and stabbed in with the flame edge, so that he had to give up the counterattack and instead Keep catching.

What a keen observation

No, this isn’t even entirely explained by “observation” anymore.

No matter how talented the opponent is, they cannot be so accurate.

"It's really not bad for you to wait for Wuzong."

Following the words, there was still a simple frontal slash.

The man groaned, this kind of timely strike that sees everything is far more difficult than a simple super-fast combo.

For the first time, cracks appeared on the brass-colored skin of the fist that had been tempered for thousands of times.

The rest of the people around them each chose their positions and watched the battle closely. Most of them looked tense and their hearts were filled with astonishment.

The twelfth level of Wuzong.

Compared with pure strength, the Twelve Heavens are closer to the Wuzong's potential catalog of the new generation. Even if a man only holds the lowest position in the First Heaven, it means that he has a probability of breaking through to the fourth level, [Sublimation].

——You can face a psyker who can fight all the way to Tiandu and Martial Ruins with dignity.

Of course, they didn't expect to defeat each other on the first level. Even if they were "lucky to lose", it would be a bit unreasonable.

A big defeat, a disastrous defeat, is the natural result.

Everyone was mentally prepared, but this scene still exceeded their expectations. With Fang Si's strength, he couldn't even make an effective counterattack. He was overwhelmed from the first blow? !

Chong Xi condensed a flame front several meters long and crashed down.

Men can only retreat! Under everyone's gaze, at this time, the battle situation fell into a strange atmosphere.

The alternation of offense and defense between the two sides is not fast, at least it does not exceed their observation limit. It can be said that most of the moves can be seen clearly. However, in this situation, Fang Si is moving step by step in a slow but irresistible manner. The ground retreated.

Instead, Song Shi moved forward step by step, as if strolling in a leisurely courtyard.

Boom, boom—boom!

For a moment, the only sound left in the arena was the constant collision of Yan Feng and Quan Feng.

This abandoned construction site is not big, only about half a football field in area.

[Dayuan], who is also at the top of the third ring, if he let it go, even if it was a hundred times bigger, it would not be enough to demolish it. However, both parties unanimously chose to restrain their destructive power, restraining Foehn Wind and Fire Tide within a small area. .

Every time Fang Si retreats, the earth will burst, and as he retreats step by step, the cracks in the spider web that he sets foot on are getting bigger and bigger with a frequency visible to the naked eye.

This means that his spiritual power is becoming increasingly difficult to maintain, and it is slipping from an indestructible tower to a shaky one.

——But the other party hasn’t used [Bad Tribulation] yet!

There is no doubt that he is in a weak position, so long before this "Nandou" arrived in Douqu City, or even earlier, after the opponent attacked Wuxu, Wu Zong collected the opponent's files, carefully thought about it, and deduced. Several sets of countermeasures.

Therefore, at this time, he clearly understood that every attack made by the opponent could only be said to be serious, but without using "bad calamity", it could not be said to be going all out.

Boom!

As his thoughts flowed, the red-gold edge fell straight down, and Fang Si's fists violently opened. However, where the two touched, the cracks became deeper and deeper, and strands of ashes flew out uncontrollably.

This "Nandou" was clearly going to use a pure slash to crush his own body and blast through his fist!

Even if you die, you can't be so shameful and corrupt!

Fang Si roared suddenly. He should have once again hit Chong Shi's left fist hard, but his five fingers suddenly stretched out. He turned around and clenched Yan Feng fiercely without caring about the consequences.

His right fist also stretched out five fingers.

But this time, it was not to hold anything.

It was just to make the fist tighter.

——Then, blast out!

Taking a knife hard and counterattacking while the momentum was in place, this was destined to not be able to exert full strength. It should have been like this.

However, after Fang Si chose to take this knife hard, he simply left no way out in one breath, and multiple spiritual skills were running frantically. Even if the knife cut into his body, he had to do his best to make this punch strong enough.

So, this punch was not inferior to full strength!

"Bad calamity."

The calamity fire containing the power of destruction rose silently, and a fire seed was extinguished. Facing this punch, it was also Fang's clenched fist.

The terrifying spiritual energy fluctuations suddenly erupted, enough to overturn the impact of several blocks in the radius. At the critical moment, the hundreds of meters high fire column that Song Shi had erected at the beginning suddenly collapsed and merged into a flowing ring-shaped river of fire, tightly blocking all the impacts.

The people who were about to try to intercept the aftermath looked at each other, and in silence, they put their raised hands back.

The thick fire curtain that was so thick that it condensed into substance gradually dissipated, and a smaller and deeper pit appeared in the giant pit.

Fang Si was lying in it, as if he was hit head-on by a heavy semi-trailer. His whole body was horrible and he fainted.

There was another person lying next to him, who was the strong man who ran to block the road at the beginning. He was also unconscious.

There was only one figure standing.

Song Shi glanced at the crowd. In just such a short time, many more people rushed over. Facing the sight, they were silent for a moment. I don’t know who bowed his head slightly first, and the others bowed their heads one after another.

The young man did not comment, took the coat handed by Anthony, turned around and walked in one direction.

"Let's go to the City Hall."