Panic For 10000 Years

Dianwei looked around and found that the backyard was a battlefield.

On a large piece of sand, wooden stakes, puppet targets, weapon racks and other items are arranged. You can see at a glance that this is a place dedicated to martial arts practitioners.

At a moment's notice, two sturdy men rushed forward.

A middle-aged and a young man, they knew Old Man Zheng and came straight to see him.

The middle-aged man is Qian Tong, and the young man is Zhao Zongsheng.

These two people are the four peaks of Blood Power, and they are not even close to being full of Blood Power.

According to the old man Zheng, Qian Tong encountered a "bottleneck" and was very slow to accumulate blood energy, while the young Zhao Zongsheng was not. His talent was okay, but his blood energy accumulation was not enough.

If this continues, Zhao Zongsheng will one day surpass Qian Tong and break through the five-strength.

As for Qian Tong, it is possible that he will stop here, and he will be stuck in the fourfold blood strength in this life.

Gu Mingzhen directly said to the two of them: "This is your Junior Brother Dian Wei. You accompany him in the tricks. You are not allowed to use martial arts killer moves, and you are not allowed to dodge, fist to the flesh, you understand?"

After hearing this, Qian Tong smiled and said, "Master, is this unfair to Junior Brother Dianwei?"

Dian Wei raised his eyebrows, a little puzzled.

What do these words mean?

Fist to the flesh, who can fight to move the mountain giant force?

Obviously you are at a disadvantage!

Gu Mingzhen waved his hand and said, "Don’t underestimate Junior Brother Dianwei. He is the fifth-strength blood! There is a big difference between the fourth-strength blood-strength and the fifth-strength blood strength. You two should be careful. One side."

"What, he is the five-strength blood?!"

Qian Tong and Zhao Zongsheng suddenly changed their colors, turned their heads, and their gazes at Dian Wei instantly became cautious, with a touch of awe.

Dianwei smiled, and said, "Please enlighten me, two brothers."

Qian Tong nodded, took a deep breath, and glanced at Zhao Zongsheng: "I'll come first."

Zhao Zongsheng had nothing to do, and stepped back.

Qian Tong immediately stepped forward to Dian Wei, with grey-black blood pouring out, covering his entire body.

Dian Wei also released his bleeding energy instantly, Dan Hong Ruxia's blood was surging, and the thickness was obviously better than Qian Tong.

"Junior Brother, please!" Qian Tong's expression was solemn, put on a defensive posture, and asked Dian Wei to move first.

"Then I'm not welcome."

Dian Wei didn't use any martial arts, just a simple long punch, smashed it directly, and hit Qian Tong's chest.

Qian Tong's pupils shrank, and Xue Jin quickly gathered to his arms and crossed his chest to block!

Bang!

This punch hit Qian Tong's arms firmly.

Qian Tong shook his whole body, slid back with his feet on the ground, stepped back a long distance, and then stopped.

Dian Wei was surprised. Qian Tong gave him a punch, but he was not beaten and flew out, only backed by three meters.

Moreover, the feedback of this punch is a bit weird.

Dian Wei looked at his fist, the surface of the fist was slightly pale, it was obvious that he had suffered some kind of back-shock damage.

"Hey, Junior Brother didn't use his full force with this punch, I'm okay, just let me go."

Qian Tong smiled provocatively.

Seeing this, Dian Wei couldn't help but hit a spirit.

In "Gong of Guiyang", this "gui" should be the same as "turtle", and Guiyang is actually a turtle!

As the name suggests, the strength attribute cultivated is as hard and masculine as an old tortoise, and it is a true pure defense attribute.

Anti-beat!

And comes with anti-shock!

Qian Tong standing in front of Dian Wei is a flesh shield with a tortoise shell body!

If you can't beat his vigorous defense, you will inevitably suffer back shock damage, and you will be the one who loses.

Mind here.

Dian Wei suddenly realized, smiled slightly, and without any scruples, punched like a dragon.

Raining fists poured out his brains on Qian Tong.

Fist to the flesh!

Hit his forehead, hit his face, hit his abdomen, hit his crotch, hit his...

Beat hard and it's over!

With such fist and fist, one output, one hard resistance, and the final fight is who has more blood.

Dian Wei hit more than two hundred punches in one breath, heartily, and the punches were extremely enjoyable and refreshing!

Qian Tong's blood became thinner, and gradually he couldn't hold it anymore.

No way, the strength gap lies there.

"Stop it!"

Seeing that his blood was exhausted, Qian Tong hurriedly called to stop, too much.

"Stop what, I'm fine, come again!" Dian Wei smiled, his fists sinking vigorously.

Qian Tong's scalp was numb, and he was busy gathering all the remaining blood energy to his chest.

There was a muffled sound!

Qian Tong flew out, flying more than a dozen meters away, rolling more than a dozen laps on the sandy ground before he stopped, his face was ashamed.

He looked very embarrassed, but he was actually not injured, just a little bit of blood churning.

"Cool!" Dian Wei enjoyed the pleasure of abusing others and turned his head abruptly to stare at Zhao Zongsheng.

Zhao Zongsheng looked at Qian Tong's misery, twitched the corners of his mouth, and stood opposite Dian Wei with his scalp.

Unlike Qian Tong, he took an offensive posture.

"Come!"

Dian Wei rushed up excitedly, punching his face.

"Huh!" Zhao Zongsheng shouted, and immediately sent a punch, which also hit Dian Wei on the cheek.

Bang!

Because there was something to say beforehand, neither of them dodged and punched separately.

After Zhao Zongsheng fell to the ground, Dianwei's boxing was too heavy!

Dian Wei turned his head and resisted.

"My strength in moving mountains is not bad, and my defense is not bad."

The effects of the two strengths with different attributes show obvious differences.

Dian Wei estimated that if the same amount of blood energy was gathered, the defense of Guiyang Xuejin was almost twice that of Qianshan Xuejin, but the attack power of Qianshan Xuejin was even more domineering.

In other words, if two people are in the same realm, Zhao Zongsheng will be defeated sooner or later, and the winner will be his Dianwei.

But this is not to say that "Moving Mountain Gong" must be more clever than "Guiyang Gong", but he has practiced better, has a solid foundation, and has an unusually heavy vigor.

It may not have been able to beat Qian Tong and Zhao Zongsheng if they were replaced by other people who practiced mountain-moving exercises.

Zhao Zongsheng got up, his face was angered, he was beaten, and he was obviously angry, which is the case for all individuals.

Dianwei smiled and said, "Do you want to be serious?"

Zhao Zongsheng gritted his teeth and said: "Come on, afraid that you won't make it?"

The two rushed to each other, round punches!

After a while, Zhao Zongsheng fell to the ground with a blue nose and a swollen face. Two bloodstains flowed from his nostrils, and tears flowed down unconvincingly.

It wasn't that he was crying, or that he didn't, but that Dian Wei was punched in the nose, which made him sore.

Dian Wei felt completely relieved, and all his irritability was wiped out.

"It's so cool, I didn't expect hitting people to be so cool..."

Dian Wei reached out to Zhao Zongsheng and pulled him up.

Zhao Zongsheng was dissatisfied in his heart. He secretly vowed that when he breaks through the five levels of blood strength, he will find Dian Wei to compete again, beat him into a pig, and beat him to tears.

Old man Zheng came over: "How do you feel?"

Dian Wei nodded: "Seeing some blood, it really works."