Fantasy: The Strongest Martial Soul System

Chapter 018 Your fist is not hard enough

Dongfang Shuo's speed was terrifyingly fast, and when the fist slammed out, he could only see afterimages one after another. He couldn't even see the fist, let alone the path of the fist.

Three palms, seven punches and twelve legs!

In a very short period of time, Dongfang Shuo continuously hit Qiao Ye's body, causing Qiao Ye to stumble back and forth, as if teetering.

Wang Xincheng got excited and shouted towards Qiao Ye: "Qiao Ye, a country bumpkin like you, you should die here obediently!"

But at this moment...

boom!

Dongfang Shuo's fist hit Qiao Ye's chest again, but this time, Qiao Ye didn't step back, his muscles tightened, and he resisted Dongfang Shuo's fist again.

"If you want to kill someone, in fact, just one punch is enough."

Qiao Ye raised his head sharply and looked at Dongfang Shuo, his eyes suddenly shocked Dongfang Shuo for no reason.

A fierce light flashed in Qiao Ye's eyes, as if he was being stared at by a beast.

Dongfang Shuo stepped back decisively and wanted to distance himself from Qiao Ye, but found that he couldn't step back. He looked down, but at the moment when Qiao Ye received the punch, he directly pinched Dongfang Shuo's wrist.

"Let go of me!"

Dongfang Shuo took a few strokes but was unable to pull out his arm, made a fist with his left hand, and slammed it towards Qiao Ye continuously.

However, Qiao Ye didn't care at all, and let Dongfang Shuo's fist fall on him. After a while, Qiao Ye stood still, but Dongfang Shuo began to breathe.

"Enough?" Qiao Ye clenched his fists and said, "Then it's my turn!"

boom!

Qiao Ye raised his arm and punched it **** Dongfang Shuo's face.

Dongfang Shuo's body took off instantly, and was blasted two meters away by Qiao Ye's abrupt punch, and then rolled on the ground for a few laps before stopping.

"Pooh!"

Qiao Ye casually spit out blood and saliva toward the ground on one side of his head.

"Your fist..." Qiao Ye hooked his mouth and said, "Your fist is not hard enough!"

Dongfang Shuo's speed really surprised Qiao Ye, and even the first-order of the Bone Realm can have such a speed, which can be described as amazing and incredible.

However, after a few punches, Qiao Ye found that this guy was not as powerful as he imagined.

The two realms of refining the body and cultivating the bones are the two realms of laying the foundation for a martial artist. Training the physical body horizontally, allowing the physical body to break through the limit, tempering the muscles and bones, and making the body even better. The spiritual realm begins, and the cultivation of martial arts is the real martial arts cultivation.

The horizontal training of the physical body and the tempering of the muscles and bones include all aspects of the physical body, such as strength, speed, endurance, defense, etc., and these aspects do not grow evenly.

Physical talent is also a kind of talent. Some people are strong and strong, and their strength and defense will be more prominent. Some people are born to be durable, ten times a night.

This guy, Dongfang Shuo, obviously has all the physical talent in speed. At first glance, it looks really scary, but after a few punches...

The corner of Qiao Ye's mouth was smiling, and he did not hide the obvious contempt in his smile.

I stand and let you beat me, you can't beat me to death!

Dongfang Shuo raised his head, obviously understood the meaning from Qiao Ye's expression, was instantly furious, endured the pain, slapped the ground, turned over, and charged towards Qiao Ye again.

Dongfang Shuo's speed is still fast, to an unimaginable level. From the perspective of speed alone, Qiao Ye doesn't even think that a Martial Spirit Realm can be so fast.

However, since the bottom line has been figured out, Dongfang Shuo's speed is worthless in front of Qiao Ye's eyes.

bang, bang, bang...

Qiao Ye didn't mean to evade at all, just stood there, letting Dongfang Shuo's fist hit him.

After more than a dozen punches in a row, Dongfang Shuo gasped again, and the speed became obviously slow. It was just a momentary opportunity for Qiao Ye to shoot again.

boom!

It was the same punch as before, but Qiao Ye's fist was heavier. This time, before Dongfang Shuo's body even flew out, he spat out a mouthful of blood before smashing to the ground.

"Although the tone is not small..." Qiao Ye looked at Dongfang Shuo and said, "But if you want to kill me with your fist like a bitch, you should wait another hundred years."

Dongfang Shuo's rather handsome face twisted because of this, stood up on his knees, and roared, "Everyone is standing there watching the show? Kill him for me, immediately!"

Those who came with Dongfang Shuo didn't dare to neglect when they heard Dongfang Shuo's roar, and immediately pressed towards Qiao Ye.

but…

boom!

Qiao Ye suddenly sat in front of him without fear at all, and then punched one person's chin fiercely.

The other party was dizzy after being smashed, and kept retreating toward the back. At this moment, Qiao Ye had already pressed on again.

Boom!

Qiao Ye's fist was also blasted out at this moment, smashing the opponent's face from the side, and one punch sent the person flying out.

"You defeated a martial artist of the eighth-order body refining realm, absorbed the power of the martial soul, and obtained the martial soul value: 1400 points."

But at this moment, one person attacked Qiao Ye's back, raised his fist to bombard Qiao Ye, and when Qiao Ye turned around, the other's fist had already reached Qiao Ye's front, but at this time...

boom!

With a dull collision, the opponent's fist suddenly hung in the air, and the surroundings were stunned. The fist was in front of Qiao Ye, less than half an inch away, Qiao Ye directly stretched out his hand and took it down.

The man struggled constantly, his face flushed red, he couldn't pull out his palm, and then...

Qiao Ye slowly and forcefully twisted the opponent's fingers towards the back little by little.

"what!"

The severe pain made the other party scream, his knees trembled, grabbed his wrist, and knelt down little by little.

When Qiao Ye released his hand, the other's three fingers were completely twisted, and the severe pain made the other's body tremble unconsciously.

"You defeated a martial artist of the ninth rank of Body Refinement Realm, absorbed the power of Martial Soul, and obtained Martial Soul Value: 1600 points."

Qiao Ye didn't stop, twisted his body, raised his foot again, and kicked the other person's lower abdomen with a fierce kick. Then, the person's body turned into a figure and flew out towards the rear.

When the other party landed, a mouthful of blood spit out when he opened his mouth. Before he could react, Qiao Ye had come to the man's side again and stepped on his chest.

"You defeated a martial artist of the ninth rank of Body Refinement Realm, absorbed the power of Martial Soul, and obtained Martial Soul Value: 1600 points."

Qiao Ye looked down at the man who was being stepped on, then looked at Dongfang Shuo and said, "A dog is always a dog. Do you think a pack of dogs can turn into a pack of wolves?"

…