1451: C1451 The Might of the Sacred Dragon Fist

C1451 The Might of the Sacred Dragon Fist

Article 1451. The power of the Dragon Fist

Meng Hu's eyes turned red, and his eyes were filled with hatred!

He tightly gripped the double fist, and used all his strength to meet the huge fist.

A loud explosion rang out!

His face was pale, and he looked at his arm in despair as it turned into ashes in an instant.

Then, it was his body.

However, what was strange was that even though his cephalo- had turned into ashes, he could still see the scene of everything below the Neck being destroyed.

Oh, that's right. That was his divine sense, his soul.

The starry sky returned to normal.

Meng Hu's lonely soul was still floating on the spot.

He no longer had a body. He felt so cold.

Am I dead?

I heard that after a person dies, their soul will dissipate very quickly.

At that time, he will truly cease to exist.

No!

I don't want to die! Patriarch, save me! Patriarch... ......

He cried out in fear, but the starry sky was silent, only endless darkness!

He began to run crazily, shouting hysterically. He didn't even know what he was shouting.

After an unknown period of time, he felt tired and stopped to stare blankly.

He felt colder and colder, and his soul was wavering, as if it was about to dissipate.

After an unknown period of time, he felt as if it had been a few seconds, but also as if it had been countless years.

His consciousness began to blur.

The surrounding starry sky could no longer see any light.

It's over!

I will completely disappear from this world! ......

But at this moment, a voice rang out in his mind.

"Meng Hu, hurry up and wake up. You have already lost."

It was the voice of the old ancestor.

Meng Hu was delighted.

Just as he was about to shout for help, he suddenly remembered the words of the old ancestor.

"You woke up? You lost?"

What did he mean?

Oh right, I was challenging Zhang Xing just now.

I was punched by him in his Domain Space. ......

No! That's not right, I'm not dead!

Otherwise, why was the voice of the Old Master so clear?

All of this was an illusion!

Swish! His consciousness instantly returned.

A familiar environment appeared before his eyes.

Zhang Xing's fist stopped between his eyebrows.

His expression was indifferent, and his posture was graceful. There was no mocking expression or sympathy in his eyes.

It was as if he was doing something normal.

As for himself, he held his head and squatted on the ground. ......

What... is going on?

Meng Hu was stunned.

Why am I in an illusion?

This shouldn't be the case!

If Zhang Xing was a 4-5 Star War Saint, he could still understand.

But the key was that Zhang Xing was only a 1-Star Battle Saint!

But these were not important. It did not matter whether he won or lost.

He was even somewhat happy.

There was a saying that said, I survived a disaster. This was how he felt.

He stood up and patted the dust off his body.

He respectfully cupped his fists and said: "Zhang Sheng's cultivation level is indeed powerful. Meng Hu, admit defeat!"

After saying that, he calmly turned around and left.

Only when he walked a dozen meters away did his joyful expression disappear.

Boundless fear suddenly rose from the bottom of his heart.

How could he forget the scene in the illusion?

No, it wasn't an illusion!

The power of Zhang Xing's punch was absolutely real!

One punch could destroy a planet.0

If it was an enemy, then he would really be dead.

Zhang Xing had destroyed the cephalo- with a single punch.

"The third challenge, Zhang Xing wins with Shi Shi, the next challenge begins!"

fat elder announced with a smile.

"Let me do it!"

"I'll go!"

Two voices sounded at the same time.

fat elder looked at them and smiled even more happily.

The juniors of the Meng Family really did have the courage.

Even the Three Star Combat Saint Meng Hu had been defeated. He had been defeated so thoroughly, yet they were still fighting to be the first to charge forward.

They were not afraid of strong enemies, but they were brave enough to challenge themselves. This was a very good sign.

This was also thanks to the juniors of the other two families.

After so many years of suppression, none of the juniors of the Meng Family were willing to lower their heads. They would rather stand and bleed than kneel and surrender.

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