Chapter 3563

"Let me see if it's your powerful Dharma body or Laozi's powerful witch blood!" Nine tigers urged the blood of the wizard, and once again became a little giant nearly three meters tall. He roared and rushed directly to Zhao Fugui.

Nine tigers a foot, life and death ring of the bluestone ground will tremble, he a foot and then a foot, the ground will continue to ring roaring echo. Jiuhu rushes to Zhao Fugui. It's like there's an elephant group running wildly in the challenge arena, constantly shaking the whole challenge of life and death.

In the blink of an eye, Jiuhu rushes to Zhao Fugui's eyes and blows directly to Zhao Fugui's head. The witches rely on their bodies to fight. The nine tigers urge the blood vessels of the great witches, and their Qi and blood burn to the extreme. Even the air around the nine tigers is distorted, as if it is about to burn. "Boom!" It was as if the nine sound tiger's terrible fist broke through the void. I'm afraid there is a main battle tank here, and I'm afraid the nine tigers can smash that main battle tank to pieces with one punch.

In the face of this terrible blow, Zhao Fugui was expressionless, followed by a blow, hit hard with a fist to fist, and directly hit the nine tigers. "Younger martial brother Zhao, be careful!" Nangong Ling's eyes widened. She fell on the ground and was seriously injured. She could only barely support herself. She was half sitting and half lying behind Zhao Fugui. Even if Zhao Fugui was in front of her, Nangong Ling could still feel the horror of Jiuhu's fist. She could not help shouting to Zhao Fugui. "Death See Zhao Fugui dare to the same fist to his fist, nine tiger's face showed a cruel smile. Jiuhu has a great witch blood. He has never met a friar who dares to touch his fist with his body. Those who underestimate the power of Jiuhu's fist have become flesh and blood

corpses. "Bang!" Zhao Fugui's fist and Jiuhu's fist collided with each other, and a terrible air wave swept out. The air wave was like the shock wave produced by the explosion of a high explosive. At this moment, Jiuhu only felt that his fist head was blasted on some hard super magic treasure. His hair was numb and even had a sharp pain. He snorted and stepped back three steps, but Zhao Fugui didn't move.

"How could it be?" Jiuhu retreats three steps, and his face looks terrified. He didn't expect that he and Zhao Fugui would be defeated in the fight. He has great blood. How can Zhao Fugui's Dharma style be so powerful. "It's not bad. You can catch my ten percent punch. It seems that you are a half witch with great blood!" Zhao Fugui said faintly that he was not surprised by the result. Zhao Fugui's body didn't even shake. After one blow, Zhao Fugui stepped forward fiercely, and the second blow went to Jiuhu like a shadow. "Then take another 20% of my strength!"

"You dare!" The nine tigers were shocked and roared, and all of them were like blood colored patterns. As soon as these blood colored patterns appeared, the breath of the nine tigers was several times stronger. He urged his wizard blood to the extreme, roared and punched Zhao Fugui again.

"Boom!" Zhao Fugui's fists collide with Jiuhu's fists again. The bluestone under the feet of Zhao Fugui and Jiuhu suddenly breaks in this moment. The bluestone under their feet is almost instantly broken into powder, and their bodies also sink to the broken bluestone.

However, this time, the bodies of Jiuhu and Zhao Fugui just shook. Jiuhu didn't step back this time. He resisted the terrible power of Zhao Fugui. "Zhao Fugui, have you reached the limit? You think I'll believe it's just 20% of your power? This must be the limit of your strength The confusion on Jiuhu's face disappeared immediately, and he roared with a grim smile, "no matter what you practice, I don't believe it can be compared with my great witch blood. Come again!" Nine tigers roared. He felt that his upper limit had already arrived, and Zhao Fugui's upper limit must have arrived. That 10% power and 20% power were only Zhao Fugui's psychological tactics, but it was a pity that it could not deceive him. Jiuhu blows directly, and this time he starts to attack actively.

"Yes? How does a frog in the well know the size of the world. The third punch, a punch of 30% strength, I don't think you can stop it! " Zhao Fugui said indifferently, and then directly shot out. Zhao Fugui's strength increases from 10% to 20% and then to 30%. This is by no means one plus one equals two. Every time Zhao Fugui's strength increases, it is a qualitative change. Zhao Fugui's third punch blows out, the air crackles, and there is a faint electric current generated by the explosion of the air. His face changes greatly, and he seems to feel the collapse in front of his eyes, not that a punch is coming at him, but that a mountain is falling down on him. "No!" The nine tigers let out a scream, and the blood of the great sorcerer all over him was burning wildly. A bloody flame suddenly appeared on the nine tigers, and a faint big witch shadow appeared behind the nine tigers. Like the nine tigers, the big witch shadow gave a silent roar and hit Zhao Fugui.

"Bang!" A burst of explosion immediately sounded, nine tiger behind the big Wu virtual shadow directly burst into pieces, and then quietly disappeared. Nine tiger huge body also fierce stiff, keep boxing posture motionless, for a long time no action.The friars under the challenge of life and death don't know why. Looking at this scene, nine tigers don't seem to be hurt, but those friars don't understand why he didn't move.

"Nine tigers, kill him. What are you doing?" Han Dong's face has changed a piece of iron green, he excited extremely fierce voice to nine tiger roar way. Maybe influenced by Han Dong's voice, a little blood flows out of the corner of his mouth. The next moment, nine tiger's body "bang" explodes, and half of his flesh becomes a blood mist. Jiuhu's body has been completely destroyed by Zhao Fugui's boxing strength. As soon as Han's voice fell, Jiuhu's body fell on his back and fell heavily on the arena of life and death.

Like zuofeng, Jiuhu was directly beaten by Zhao Fugui, and his spirit was completely destroyed. Han Dong looked at the scene stupidly, and his throat made a sound, but he couldn't make any sound. "Hum!" Under the challenge of life and death, countless surrounded monks were in an uproar, one by one shocked to watch this scene. With three punches, Zhao Fugui killed Jiu Hu, who has great witch blood, with only three punches.