Chapter: 3045

And some ordinary monks who just rely on the accumulation of life essence to barely break through to the late stage of the Faxiang Realm may not be able to support ten moves!

"Interesting, are you sure you can survive ten moves under my attack?"

Overlord Zikun smiled lightly.

Ning Qi smiled without saying a word, just looked at Baxia Zikun indifferently.

"Okay, just as you said, ten tricks can't suppress you, so I'm the loser."

Overlord Zikun said lightly.

When Qiu Feng heard this, an ominous premonition suddenly rose in his heart, and he immediately comforted himself: It's okay, it's okay, he can't survive ten moves, and he must be defeated within three moves!

"Senior, please."

Ning Qi smiled lightly.

"Then I'll make a move."

Baxia Zikun smiled slightly, and directly raised his hand to punch Ning Qi. This punch was unremarkable and without any abnormalities, but Ning Qi, who was standing opposite him, felt a sense of crisis. It felt mysterious and mysterious, as if no matter where he fled, this punch would follow him.

The qi lock of the Faxiang Realm cultivator is really extraordinary.

boom!

Ning Qi used the dragon-slaying sword to block his chest, and abruptly received Zikun's punch. His feet plunged into the ground, and the huge force made him retreat crazily, plowing two long lines on the ground. Traces of thousands of feet.

There was a dull pain in his chest, and his health dropped by more than 80 million.

"If this punch hits my body directly, if I don't go back to the source, I'm afraid I'll be hit with 200-300 million life points directly, and any monk in the late stage of immortality will be beaten into a blood mist on the spot at this moment. This guy...is a killer."

Ning Qi's eyes gradually became serious.

Obviously, Baxia Zikun's attitude is not as kind as his surface, but under the light smile, there is endless killing intent.

"He, he really blocked the punch of the ancestor?"

Baxia Pudu's face changed slightly, even if he was the punch just now, he may not be sure to block it, it is very likely that he was seriously injured with one punch.

But Ning Qi is like this now. Apart from being beaten back thousands of feet, there is no visible trauma on his body. Even this punch didn't even break his knife.

The nearby monks stared at this scene dumbfounded, subconsciously swallowed a mouthful of saliva, and was able to withstand Zikun's punch. Such a record is already very proud. How many such talents can there be in Qinglong Continent?

"It's just one punch, he must not be able to resist Baxia Zikun's second punch!"

Qiu Feng muttered to himself.

Wang Wu glared at him.

"This knife..."

Baxia Zikun's eyes fell on Ning Qi's Dragon Slaying Sword, and he faintly felt a breath of restraint from it.

"Is it specially built for our Dragon Clan?"

A trace of killing intent flashed in Zikun's eyes, and he looked at Ning Qi lightly: "Are you ready to receive my second punch?"

"bring it on."