1676: C1676 I will only return a finger to you

C1676 I will only return a finger to you

Hiss!

Autumn Leaf suddenly sucked in a breath of cold air.

He knew how powerful his cultivation technique was.

It could be said that the twelve balls of air were like bombs.

It exploded upon contact.

However, he did not have any temper at all under Zhang Xing's guidance, he was completely mute!

Perhaps it was because he didn't have enough strength, but if he didn't have enough strength, then it was natural that he wouldn't have enough power!

Look at my 90% spirit energy Star Chasing Palm!

Autumn Leaf's spiritual energy suddenly rose to ninety percent.

"Use your fingers to poke me again!"

Swish

Another twelve balls of air crashed down.

"Sigh!" "Why do you keep playing with bubbles? Can you use some real strength to get out?"

Zhang Xing said with a face full of ridicule.

"Play with bubbles? "Truly kung fu?"

This is a top-notch sage cultivation technique, passed down from the family.

If the patriarch of the clan said he could sell it.

Then, let alone the south of Xuanwu Continent, even the demons and demons from the east and west would come here to buy it.

"Humph!" If you can take these twelve palm strikes, then we'll talk about it! "

At the same time, Li Xiao took a pill left behind by Zhang Xing and recovered most of his injuries.

Their faces were filled with excitement and excitement.

The Sect Leader's fighting style was indeed very handsome.

Bai He was completely in awe of Zhang Xing.

In her eyes and heart, she showed limitless reverence towards Zhang Xing.

When Zhang Xing pierced the first twelve balls of air with his finger.

She was so excited that she jumped up and down.

At this moment, she was looking down on the twelve air masses in the second batch.

Not to mention 12, even if there were 10,000,000 of them, the Sect Leader would be able to easily break through them.

The truth was the same.

Zhang Xing still had a leisurely look on his face.

Ye Zichen raised his hand and pointed twelve fingers.

Ninety percent of Autumn Leaf's power from the Star Chasing Palm was useless.

He had realized just how terrifying Zhang Xing was.

What the Southern King said was right, Zhang Xing was extremely strange.

It seemed that he would have to exert all of his strength to execute the remaining twenty-five palm strikes in one go.

Ever since he had cultivated the forty-nine palms, he had never used them once.

He had met his match today.

The most shocked of all was Elder Yang Chun.

He had seen Zhang Xing take action before.

His strength was only so-so.

Of course, that was in his eyes.

In the same realm, they were invincible.

But Zhang Xing's current performance surprised him greatly.

Was this still a person?

The difference between before and after was too great.

How long had it been since they last met? He was promoted from Beastman Island to Sheng Domain?

Or did he have some fortuitous encounter in the Beastman Island, and broke through there?

He was more inclined to the latter.

With Zhang Xing's strength, it would be difficult for him to return alive if he did not make a breakthrough.

That's how it should be.

How old is he? He's not even twenty, and he's already saintly?

I wonder if Southern King was right or wrong this time.

If Zhang Xing died in Southern King's hands, it meant that Southern King was right.

Conversely... History is written by the victors.

But victory or defeat now depended on Autumn Leaf's final wave of attacks.

He believed that Zhang Xing was not as relaxed as he looked.

Zhang Xing must have also withstood the pressure.

For example, suppressing the explosive power of 24 air masses required spiritual energy several times more than this.

Unless he was at least in the intermediate Saint realm.

But how could that be possible!

"Go to hell!"2

Autumn Leaf let out a fierce shout. She didn't care if she lived or died; she was able to unleash a hundred percent of her power.

With a thought, he released all of his spiritual energy without holding back.

"Humph!" The bravery of a man and the might of an ant! "

Zhang Xing raised his foot and rushed towards the twenty-five balls of air.

At the same time, he pointed his index finger.

Wherever the gaseous mass passed by, it would turn silent.

All the way until he reached Autumn Leaf, his figure didn't stop at all.

"If you hit me forty-nine times, I'll only return you one finger!"

As he spoke, he pointed out his finger.

"NO!" "No!"

"Pfft!"

Just as Autumn Leaf's body was swaying, she let out an astonished and miserable howl.

Zhang Xing's finger had pierced the space between his eyebrows.

Autumn Leaf's eyes widened as she fell backwards, her face filled with disbelief.

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