I made myths

Chapter 125 Win?still negative?
"Sui Huang! No, no, that kid was injured, ha, ha ha..."

The high priest was amused by his ridiculous thoughts. Even if Wen Qian was a genius and used many methods to increase his power to the mid-to-late earth level, how could he possibly hurt Sui Huang, who had a peak body at the heaven level.

The posture of the two sides fighting face to face just now made him subconsciously think that the two were opponents at the same height, so he made a wrong judgment.

He continued to watch the confrontation between the two, Wen Qian's movements were several times faster than Suihuang's, and his fists and kicks brought out phantoms mixed with thunder, lightning and strong wind.

The basic use of these two avenues has significantly increased his speed and damage, but it is difficult to deal effective damage to Suihuang's physical body.

The reason why he chose to increase his speed instead of his strength was because he knew that even if he increased his strength by a hundred times, he would not be able to cause any substantial damage to Sui Huang.

Even if Emperor Sui was seriously injured, disemboweled, his skull disappeared, his brain was exposed, and he was lying on the ground for him to kill, he couldn't make him feel the taste of death.

On the contrary, it is possible that because of hitting hard places like bones, one's body will be retaliated, and oneself will be retaliated to death.

The realm can be suppressed, the strength and speed can be controlled, but the strength of the body cannot be reversed.

Just like now, his fist and calf are bloody and bloody. Fortunately, his strong recovery ability makes up for this shortcoming, so he won't really be killed by his own attack.

Of course, this is based on the fact that he can always avoid Suihuang's attack.

Suihuang's attack is not slow, it can be said to be perfect, with balanced power and speed, but Wen Qian is faster.

"How can I break the situation?"

Wen Qian gradually began to struggle with the increasingly crazy Suihuang. The opponent's foundation was there, and he had no possibility of defeating him. The meaning of this battle was only to show his strength to Suihuang and get the opponent's approval.

It's just that he is not reconciled in his heart, and he is not reconciled to being crushed under his feet all the time.

There was always a voice in his heart advising him, that voice said: "Your opponent is Emperor Sui, one of the ancestors of the human race. tone. "

This is indeed correct, even if Wen Qian admits defeat at this moment, he will be respected by everyone, because what he is facing is an existence that everyone admires and fears.

Dare to face Suihuang directly, it is no different from ordinary people swinging knives at monks, and weak ants attacking anteaters.

Wen Qian breathed a sigh of relief, and took the initiative to disperse his offensive. The next moment, a huge bronze fist hit him in the face, and the thick calloused fist almost covered his entire side face.

He could feel the flesh of his face trembling, his skull screaming, blood flowed from the eyes, nose, mouth and ears, his brain was shaking under the powerful force, hitting the inside of his skull, a sense of dizziness made him lose control over the body.

There was a wave of ups and downs and another wave, Suihuang's moves were scattered and irregular, but they could always be coherent in any form.

This punch knocked Wen Qian down and lost his center of gravity, but before he collapsed to the ground, his left leg had already been raised, and his thigh was pressed against his side suddenly, his internal organs burst and his body stood upright again.

Suihuang still didn't stop his fist, he punched straight towards Wen Qian's door.

If this punch hits, it will be as light as losing a human being, and there is a high probability that he will be bedridden for several months.

The high priest has already set his posture and is ready to rescue him. He does not allow a genius of formation to be destroyed by the beast-like Suihuang.

call out--

The whistling sound of the fist wind was mixed with another sound, and something that shocked everyone happened. Wen Qian, who had been "caught in the loophole" and suffered a series of blows, and had lost control of his body, actually moved .

He leaned over suddenly, at an extremely fast speed, Suihuang's fist brushed against his hair, Wen Qian also took advantage of the situation to hold his arm, kicked his chest, and landed on his shoulder with his strength.

He sat straddling Suihuang's neck, with his claws firmly pressing on both sides of his head, thunder roared instantly, and wrist-thick thunderbolts continuously appeared on Wen Qian's body, and struck towards Suihuang's head along his arms. go.

The bloodthirsty and excited smile on Suihuang's face was slightly distorted at this moment!The high priest was shocked, and the repelling formation he had just prepared shattered in his hands.

Wu Yang woke up again with his tenacious vitality, and saw such a precious scenery as soon as he opened his eyes!He couldn't help laughing and said, "Ahahahaha! As expected of my brother, he finally made that old guy look so embarrassed! Hahahaha!"

Referred to as father loving son filial piety.

Wen Qian's eyes were glazed, and before Sui Huang could resist, he pressed his head with both hands, supported his body, and jumped in front of Sui Huang, allowing him to grab his shoulders with his hands.

Before his arm could return to its original position, Wen Qian had already started to fall and landed at the same level as Sui Huang's head.

The roar of the four-image vision came out, and Wen Qian rushed forward at an extremely fast speed, and his forehead directly collided with Suihuang's forehead.

Boom!
Amidst the dull impact sound, there was actually a trace of Suihuang's cry of pain mixed in!
Everyone's eyes were wide open, wondering if there was something wrong with their eyes, their probing abilities, and their probing spiritual weapons.

Otherwise, why would Suihuang cry out in pain?This is so out of line!

Even the High Priest who was watching at the scene couldn't help but subconsciously rubbed his eyes to confirm the outcome of the battle.

After some magical powers to break the illusion, he saw Sui Huang rubbing his forehead and shouting cursingly: "It's really cruel, his grandma's, disgusting!"

After shouting, he made a retching motion. It can be seen that the nausea he said was indeed physical, not mental.

The high priest untied the formation in a daze, and landed beside Wen Qian, who had passed out on the ground with his forehead covered in blood.

He quickly took out a bottle of medicinal liquid and fed it into Wen Qian's mouth, carefully picked up Wen Qian's arm, and touched his wrist with his fingers to feel his pulse.

Although he is not proficient in medical skills, he knows a thing or two, enough to diagnose injuries.

In one or two minutes, his already frowning brow gradually turned into a pimple.

Suihuang was a little panicked, and asked anxiously: "How is it? You can't let me beat you to death, right? I knew I wouldn't play so much fun!"

Although he was excited at the time, his strength has been controlled at the level of his first entry, and he didn't dare to really let his body dominate his mind, because he was afraid of killing Wen Qian and making the human race lose another genius.

But now it seems that he is still playing hard, and suddenly there is such a good opponent, he can't help it!
The high priest glanced at Sui Huang, and finally shook his head. Just as he was about to speak, he heard Sui Huang's mournful cry: "Ahhhhhh!"

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