The black bag just said: "I really have not achieved the king's realm, and it is impossible for me to achieve the king's realm in this life."
"Because what I cultivate is pure physical strength, and there is no such thing as a king's realm."
"But, my physical strength alone is enough to kill you easily."
Today, most of the martial artists in the world are practicing ancient martial arts.
There are also very few people who simply cultivate the physical body.
If the physical body is strong to a certain extent, it can also be compared to the God of War, or even the King Realm!
Just, to pay more blood and sweat.
The black Baogong in front of him is one of them.
Kunlun God of War sneered: "Flesh warriors also delusionally want to be compared with my ancient warriors?"
"This is an insult to my ancient martial arts."
Hei Baogong said angrily: "Since you look down on me as a physical martial artist, then I will teach you a lesson today!"
"Go ahead."
Hei Bao Gong took big strides and walked towards the Kunlun God of War.
His speed is extremely slow, but his steps are steady, like a slow-moving train,
All obstacles, all smashed or trampled, are invincible.
With every step, the ground trembled.
His brute force is out of tune with his image.
The old man Chu sighed: "To be honest, I have seen pictures of Hei Bao Gong before."
"The black man in the photo is sloppy, with rough and dark skin, always wearing a black robe, dressed like a European wizard."
"The black Bao Gong in front of him is very different from the one in the photo."
Ye Wudao smiled bitterly and shrugged: "You may not believe it when you say it."
"After I included the black Baogong, I asked him to whiten himself."
"This guy has no culture. I misunderstood my meaning and thought I thought he was dirty."
"So he will always wear a white suit from now on, love cleanliness everywhere, and even contracted a cleanliness addiction in the end..."
Old man Chu was stunned,
At first, he thought that the black Baogong was a literate person, and he was so gentle and refined.
Now it seems that he created this image because of his lack of culture.
The black bag is close at hand,
The Kunlun God of War also began to brew an attack.
His body trembled, and the king's energy was released all over his body, forming a barrier to stop Hei Baogong.
The black bag man rushed up and smashed his fist without saying a word.
Next, a shocking scene appeared.
Originally indestructible, even the old man Chu was helpless, the energy barrier,
In front of the black bag, it is useless.
He smashed the Qi Jin barrier with one punch, and then hit the Kunlun God of War.
Although the strength of the fist is more than half buffered by the energy barrier,
But the smashed Kunlun God of War took two steps back.
Kunlun God of War's pupils tightened, his nerves tense,
He realized that this time he met a master.
With physical strength alone, it can resist the vigor of the king,
His physical strength is definitely above those of the God of War.
Now it's okay to not have a killer move.
Hei Baogong rubbed his fist: "The king? Hoho, that's all."
"Come again!"
"Please enlighten me." Kunlun God of War shouted angrily,
Then, the whole body released the energy of the king.
He compressed the King's Qi Jin into the form of a tiger, and pushed his hands flat.
The fierce tiger swept away towards Hei Baogong with overwhelming momentum.
The first form of the Seven Star Tiger Fist, Tiger Punch!
This fierce tiger is very powerful,
Immediately shocked all the ordinary people in the audience.
Under the horror of those ordinary people, they couldn't help but want to kneel.
The black baogong didn't panic, he punched again, and the fierce tigers clashed.
boom!
Hei Bao Gong smashed the Qi Jin Tiger with a punch,
He couldn't help but take two steps back.
The Kunlun God of War also encountered backlash, taking a step back.
The Kunlun God of War seemed excited to meet his opponent.
He laughed wildly: "Haha, come again."
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