This is simply unacceptable to Chu Zhuang.

Although he does not have a martial spirit, he is not a special spirit.

But he is born with divine power.

His strength is far stronger than that of warriors of the same age and level.

With his current strength.

One punch is enough to knock down a hill.

And the gloves on his hands are not ordinary things either.

Instead, it is made of extremely rare cold iron.

The climate in southern Xinjiang is hot, and cold iron is rare.

Chuzhuang spent all his wealth.

I only got a piece as big as my fist.

He took it to the best craftsmen to make this pair of gloves.

Cold iron is not only hard.

There is another feature.

That is the ability to freeze blood.

One punch tore the skin and flesh to pieces.

It can instantly freeze flesh and blood into ice.

The damage is doubled! Chuzhuang relied on his own strength and cold iron gloves.

I once killed a demon bear in the Imperial Martial Realm.

But this punch just now.

Only a little bit of skin was broken?

"Desolate Totem, please give me strength!"

After one punch, Chuzhuang used the power of the totem without hesitation.

I saw the totem patterns on his body lighting up quickly.

Then a desert scene was outlined behind it.

This is the unique totem of the Huangyuan tribe.

They worship the earth.

Use the earth as your totem.

The power of totem can draw on the power of the earth.

Gain greater strength and defense.

And this is for Chuzhuang.

It's like adding wings to a tiger! Whoa! In an instant, Chuzhuang's aura rose again.

Like a ferocious beast in human form, it is intimidating.

"Martial soul fusion!"

Xiao Changfeng did not dare to be careless.

Instantly summoned the White Tiger Spirit and transformed into a three-meter white tiger.

"Punch me again!"

Chu Zhuang punched out again.

This time.

The fist light directly blasted through the air, making a loud noise.

The so-called coercion made the entire execution platform creak.

It seems a little unbearable.

"Second punch!"

Xiao Changfeng's eyes flashed.

The White Tiger Divine Fist strikes again.

This time it was performed with the White Tiger Vajra Body and the White Tiger Martial Spirit.

It is the strongest White Tiger Divine Fist.

Bang! Fists collide.

The sound of Hong Zhong Da Lu unexpectedly erupted.

It exploded over the entire execution platform.

Both Wang Tingfu and Jiang Xinyan felt a stinging pain in their eardrums.

And a white cloud ring is centered on the two fists.

Spreading out to the surroundings instantly.

Wow! The trees in Wuhuan Valley suddenly became violent.

It seemed like a strong wind was howling.

The ground was filled with sand and rocks.

Many weak plants and trees were directly turned into grass clippings.

Unless the two of them were fighting in mid-air.

I'm afraid the ground will crack.

Whoosh! The second punch ended, and the two separated again.

However, Xiao Changfeng retreated even more and his injuries were more serious.

On his tiger claws, the flesh and blood were blurred and even frozen with frost.

But Xiao Changfeng possesses the immortal body of Qinglong.

Even with the freezing effect of cold iron.

It still cannot stop the healing of the injury.

Almost in the blink of an eye, Xiao Changfeng's injuries completely recovered.

This scene made Chu Zhuang's pupils shrink.

He has exerted all his strength.

But Xiao Changfeng was still helpless.

He is worthy of being the world-renowned Dan Emperor.

Even if he is suppressed by his realm, he still cannot defeat him.

But he didn't fight alone.

"Nightmare Eyes!"

A dreamlike voice sounded in Xiao Changfeng's ears.

The eyes of Wizard Ping'e were like two small whirlpools.

It is filled with special energy.

Currently using nightmare witchcraft on Xiao Changfeng.

Once this technique is used, the victim will fall into a nightmare and be unable to extricate himself! At this moment.

Two powerful men in the Imperial Martial Realm joined forces to deal with Xiao Changfeng.
Chapter completed!