Marvel's Summoning Heroine

The next second, the vitality of Hong Xuanji's whole body was like the Yangtze River, pouring out along the acupoints toward the outside of the body.

I saw that Hong Xuanji's martial arts cultivation suddenly began to continuously regress, first from the essence of fist intention to the state of knowing everything, and then all the condensed acupuncture points in the body began to close one by one.

When the last condensed acupoint was closed, Hong Xuanji's cultivation level deteriorated from being able to understand all acupoints to the current level of a junior immortal.

It can be said that only by cultivating martial arts to the point of mastering one thing and understanding all others can one initially extend his lifespan, have the initial possibility of immortality, and be able to use the physical body to fly.

In other words, the lifespan of a junior immortal is not much longer than that of ordinary people. It is impossible to extend their lifespan, and it is also impossible to fly physically.

Hong Xuanji's regression in cultivation did not stop here, but continued to decline as time went by.

At this time, Hong Xuanji could clearly feel that his physical body was getting weaker and weaker, and the vitality and essence in his body were constantly being lost.

This kind of torture of watching one's own strength continue to drain away, falling from the clouds to the bottom step by step, is simply unbearable for ordinary people.

For Hong Xuanji, who had seen the scenery from high places, it was even more difficult to watch him lose his strength bit by bit until he became a "lamb" to be slaughtered.

"The flesh and blood were shattered, and both jade and stone were destroyed."

I saw Xiu Hong Xuanji's whole body's energy suddenly changed, and he mobilized all the remaining power in his body to prepare to self-destruct his body and die together with Tang Zichen and the three women.

When Tang Zichen saw this, his expression did not change at all, and his movements were methodical. He directly interlocked the index finger and thumb of his other free hand, and then flicked Hong Xuanji on the ground several times.

The next second, several invisible finger forces shot through the air and were directly driven into Hong Xuanji's body by Tang Zichen, instantly blocking the flow of qi and blood in him, making it impossible for the qi and blood in his body to gather.

And no matter how Hong Xuanji tried to mobilize the energy and blood in his body to attack the seal set by Tang Zichen, it was doomed to be in vain.

After all, the power gap between the primary immortal and the essence of fist spirit is really too big!

So in this way, Tang Zichen easily resolved Hong Xuanji's desperate attempt to die together.

The extraction of vitality continued, and Hong Xuanji's cultivation fell from Human Immortal to Martial Saint at a speed visible to the naked eye, and continued to fall downwards.

At this time, Hong Xuanji stared at Tang Zichen with wide eyes, a trace of sadness flashed deep in his eyes.

I saw that the vitality extracted from Hong Xuanji's body gathered in Tang Zichen's palm, and then formed a small ball of vitality. As more and more vitality was extracted, the ball of vitality became more and more solid.

It wasn't until Hong Xuanji's cultivation level dropped from the Martial Saint level to the Innate Martial Master in Zang training realm that Tang Zichen stopped extracting vitality.

After all, judging from Hong Xuanji's current injuries, if all his cultivation was drained away, he would definitely die suddenly.

Therefore, Tang Zichen left Hong Xuanji with the Zang training level to hang himself, so that he would not die suddenly before An Heng's battle was over.

Now, Hong Xuanji, who was lying on the ground, was not only seriously injured, but he was not even a Martial Saint. His cultivation had also fallen to the level of visceral training, and was sealed by Tang Zichen, so that he could not actively mobilize his energy and blood.

However, Hong Xuanji did not give up completely even when he was in such a situation. He still stared at the place where An Heng and Yang Pan were fighting, and it was self-evident what he was looking forward to in his heart.

An Heng on the other side did not stop there after he knocked the boat of creation flying for the second time. Instead, he raised his fist and prepared to punch the boat of creation spinning in the air for the third time in the distance.

"Wait, we can talk!"

Yang Pan in the boat of creation watched An Heng put up a posture again, his eyes flickered, and he immediately spoke to persuade.

At this time, the boat of creation only had the force of a collision, and the impact of the boat of creation could not affect An Heng at all. At the same time, Yang Pan also noticed Hong Xuanji who had been captured on the other side.

Before the ship's thunder pool was completely repaired, Yang Pan didn't want to waste the last impact.

We definitely won't be able to defeat him. The most important thing now is to save our lives.

Therefore, Yang Pan decided to take a temporary truce to see if he could pay an acceptable price and get through this difficulty first.

After the boat of creation is completely repaired, it won't be too late to find An Heng and the others to take back double what was lost today.

"That's a lot of nonsense, take another punch from me!"

I saw An Heng's whole body's energy, blood and fists intertwined with each other. His feet were in the void, his eyes were fixed on the boat of creation not far away. He clenched his fists to his waist, lowered his waist and dropped his elbows. Before his fist was punched, the surrounding space was shaking. There were ripples, and then he punched out fiercely.

"Boom!"

The air in front of the fist exploded, and you could clearly see a huge millstone like a substance slowly rotating in the air, and then crushing towards the ship of creation.

Wherever the World-Destroying Great Grind passed, the space suddenly looked like a cracked mirror, revealing terrifying spiderweb-like cracks.

"hateful!"

Yang Pan in the boat of creation had an angry look on his face. Unexpectedly, An Heng didn't even talk about it and just started taking action. The pity in his eyes was instantly replaced by fierceness. Without any hesitation, he directly controlled the boat of creation. It was like a huge millstone of substance crashed into it.

After a stalemate between the giant millstone and the boat of creation for a few seconds, it shattered like ceramics, and then the boat of creation continued to hit An Heng with unabated momentum.

An Heng's pair of Kunpeng divine wings swayed slightly behind him. He did not dodge or retreat. Instead, he rushed to the boat of creation in an instant, then raised his unicorn arm and punched it directly.

There was only a loud "bang" sound, and the collision speed of the boat of creation suddenly slowed down, but it did not stop, but continued to rush forward against An Heng.

In mid-air, veins popped up on An Heng's forehead and neck, and his left foot couldn't help but take half a step back. Seeing that he was about to be pushed back by the boat of creation, the pair of Kunpeng wings behind him suddenly and quickly incited, and the whole person unexpectedly It abruptly withstood the forward momentum of the boat of creation, making it unable to move forward even an inch.

And An Heng's arm was hit directly by the impact of the boat of creation. The injuries were almost the same as before. Countless wounds began to explode from the fist surface, and then spread to the shoulders and then to the neck. Only some distance can stop.

But in the next second, the countless wounds on the entire arm quickly recovered under the nourishment of green life energy and qi and blood in the body.

An Heng's eyes were fixed on the place where Yang Pan was in the boat of creation, and he suddenly smiled. Then without any warning, he made a fist with his other uninjured arm and aimed at the boat of creation again.

"Crack, click..."

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