Shield Hero: My Fist Is Hard

Of course, Qin Feng just thought about it casually, and understood that in this world, at least for himself, such things as changing jobs should not exist.

Regardless of the effect of forcing the so-called holy battle, the most important thing now is to get rid of the old guy, the king.

Qin Feng fixed his eyes on the king again, and could feel the ominous aura on his body was extremely strong with the appearance of the scepter.

"Shield Demons...it's time to end this!"

The blood at the corner of the king's mouth evaporated directly in the black flames, and at the same time he raised the holy staff in his hand and pointed it at Qin Feng.

"Yeah, it's time to end this."

Qin Feng said and took a step forward.

At this moment, the surrounding walls, floors, and ceilings seemed to be filled with high explosives, and bursts of loud noises, accompanied by red-hot black flames, instantly engulfed Qin Feng

"Sure enough, he is an arrogant guy. I didn't expect to have laid a trap, haha..."

Seeing Qin Feng's attack, the king laughed like crazy, but in the next second, his smile stopped abruptly and he frowned instead.

"No...I know, it's just that there is no point in avoiding it at all!"

Qin Feng's figure slowly walked away from the flames, compared with the scorching flames around him, his eyes were still obviously icy cold.

"O source of strength, this king orders you to interpret the myriad phenomena and penetrate the people in front of you!"

"Damn it! Die to me, shield demon... Black Flame Sacred Strike!!!"

Under the blessing of the holy battle, the king's magic power became more powerful, and the black light that was originally as thick as an arm became as thick as a bucket.

Not only the size, but even the attack speed has changed a lot.

Almost in the blink of an eye, he rushed towards Qin Feng, still aiming at his chest.

"boring~~~"

Facing the same move, Qin Feng raised the shield in his hand with an expression on his face.

As the black light fell on the shield, it immediately dispersed like fireworks. It was just the aftermath, and it easily pierced through the surrounding walls, let alone falling on people.

It's just that Qin Feng behind the shield didn't move at all, and didn't even slow down the pace of losing to the king.

Seeing this, the king's face became ferocious.

"O source of strength, this king orders you to interpret the myriad phenomena and penetrate the people in front of you!"

"Multiple Black Flame Sacred Strikes!!!"

There were more than 10 black lights bursting out under the king's release, almost aiming at Qin Feng's whole body.

In his opinion, even if Qin Feng could use a shield to protect his chest and head, but the area that the shield could defend was very small, his hands and feet would still be pierced by him.

"I have to admit that you in this state really make me believe that you are a brave fighter, but these are still just boring tricks."

Instead, Qin Feng put down the shield directly, and let the more than 10 black lights fall on his body.

To be precise, those black lights passed through Qin Feng's body directly.

There was no blood splatter, because at this moment, Qin Feng disappeared in place.

"Phantom? No!"

The king shook his head, narrowed his eyes and tried to find Qin Feng's direction.

"Don't look for it, I'm right here!"

Qin Feng appeared in front of the king and punched him without hesitation.

boom!

It was not a fist-to-flesh sound, but a sound like a fist hitting steel, extremely dull.

A pattern like a magic circle appeared in front of the king, blocking the way of Qin Feng's fist.

Just when the king was about to say something, the magic circle began to crack, and finally turned into a little bit of starlight fragments, disappearing into the air.

On the other hand, Qin Feng's strength remained undiminished, so the king had no choice but to raise the holy staff in his hand.

Before Qin Feng's fist reached, the black flames on the holy rod began to sway uncomfortably, and the flesh on the king's face began to tremble violently.

As the fists completely landed on the holy battle, a deep, trembling sound spread out, like the mournful sound of the holy battle.

The king holding the holy battle, at this moment, finally understands what is called violent power, which cannot be stopped at all, like a towering mountain pressing on him.

The sacred stick couldn't stop Qin Feng's fist at all, instead it pressed Qin Feng's strength to the king's face. (bjdg) "Boom~~~"

With a bang and a scream, the king instantly disappeared in place and flew back, and a circle of air burst out around him.

Under his figure, all the layers of the wall behind him were knocked out of a big hole.

Those thick walls obviously couldn't block his body.

"Did you hear anything?"

A group of soldiers who were patrolling outside the palace castle, the leader of the group stopped and said in a puzzled manner.

"Sound? It seems to be a bit."

"Boom, boom, it seems to be getting bigger and bigger, it's coming from the castle."

All soldiers looked up at the castle walls.

A place on the wall exploded, a big hole appeared, a large amount of gravel and dust scattered into the sky, and slowly fell towards the ground.

Among the gravel and dust, there was another figure that drew a parabola in midair and landed heavily in the courtyard.

"Uh... what's going on?"

The soldiers were taken aback.

"Hurry over and have a look. The flying figure seems familiar."

The soldier captain hurriedly led the team to rush there.

As the distance got closer, they finally recognized the man.

"King... Your Majesty, what happened?"

The soldier captain was about to step forward to help the king up, but seeing the king's current appearance, he instinctively stopped, and a sense of fear filled his heart.

Not only him, but the soldiers behind also stopped in unison, with terrified expressions in their eyes, as if they saw something terrifying.

The king lying on the ground seemed to be struggling to get up from the ground, but he didn't stand up again.

Kneeling on the ground on one knee, holding the holy stick with both hands and trying to support his body.

"Cough cough cough~~~"

Immediately afterwards, the blood in the mouth was coughed out from the mouth as if he didn't want money.

Of course, the seriously injured king did not cause the soldiers to feel fear.

As long as it is his face, the left side of the face is almost bloody, even the gums are exposed, and what is even more frightening is that even the bones of the face appear to be cracked to varying degrees.

Although the face on the right was intact, it was covered with blue veins, and the right eye was bloodshot.

With this appearance, he is not so much a king, but more like a demon crawling out of hell.

"Damn it, so many layers of defense have been added in advance, can it still be unstoppable? Can I just escape first?"

The king began to make up his mind that it would be better to escape first.

He tried his best to support his body to stand up, and just when he was about to turn around, a figure appeared in front of him.

"To be able to receive a punch from me head-on without dying is very good. He deserves to be a brave man, but this is the only way to go. Farewell, old guy!"

Since he decided to kill the king, Qin Feng would not give him any chance to survive.

Before he finished speaking, Qin Feng threw out both fists together, and blasted towards the king's chest. This may be his strongest attack so far.

"Six Types of Mysteries! Six King Spears!!!".