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The air suddenly flowed rapidly, forming a whirlpool and people continued to pour into the mouth of the Longjing.

With such an obvious change, even Trunks, who had little combat experience, noticed that something was wrong and his expression froze and he became vigilant.

Sure enough, Long Jing's speed suddenly increased a lot. He quickly retracted his legs and launched a more violent attack instantly. His fists glowed with a bright yellow light that could penetrate the body's energy and skin defenses. He was so fast that he couldn't even see the damage. Shadow, emitting a sonic boom with every strike.

But this still cannot break through the iron wall defense of the long sword wielded by Trunks. If ordinary people were here, even the sound of swords and fists and feet could pierce their eardrums.

After a quick attack and defense, Long Jing retreated quickly, holding his right wrist with his left hand and his right index finger shining brightly.

"Hole cannon."

The huge Qigong was released instantly, and Trunks was enveloped in a moment.

With such a huge momentum, Trunks did not dare to look down upon it. He clenched his sword and swung it hard, trying to cut it in half.

But just when he made the move, something unexpected happened—the long sword actually resumed two sections.

"!" Trunks looked at the half-sword blade that was spinning and falling from his side without touching anything. He only had time to feel surprised before he was swallowed up by Qigong without any hindrance.

Seeing this scene, the corners of Longjing's mouth also slightly raised. His fists integrated into the breathing method can directly act on the inside of the human body through the air defense. Naturally, they can also directly destroy the long sword itself wrapped in air.

Trunks didn't notice at all that Long Jing's series of attacks just hit the same position on the long sword. All of this was within Long Jing's plan.

Just when the Dongdong wave directly submerged Trunks, and Long Jing raised the corner of his mouth, Trunks actually rushed out with Qigong.

There were a few more cuts on his face and a few holes in his blue jacket, but Trunks was indeed a little angry at the moment.

Without the shuriken, he was now waving his fist with even greater momentum, but his fist passed directly through Long Jing's body without any real feeling.

"That move again!" Trunks gritted his teeth when he realized that he had been fooled again, his eyes quickly looked around, and then he quickly turned around.

The fists hit each other, and the sonic boom spread.

After a few punches, Trunks roared angrily, spread the fingers of his hands and put them together in front of his chest, and a strong flash of light was born.

Longjing didn't dare to raise his head at all, formed a triangle shape with his hands, and responded with a Qigong Cannon.

Gold and red collided, and the dazzling light made the onlookers raise their arms involuntarily.

Trunks did not expect that his opponent could actually compete with his strongest: "Burning Attack".

Frequent accidents made Trunks, who had always been seeking stability, feel inexplicably irritable. This also caused his Qi to rise again and again, and the power of the Qi Gong he was releasing suddenly increased sharply.

The golden light suddenly swelled and swallowed up the red color instantly. From a distance, it looked like the sky was cut in half by a golden beam of light.

After the full blow, Trunks was breathing heavily, but he kept his eyes fixed on the front.

The smoke and dust slowly dissipated. Longjing, who was completely charred and whose white divine robe was in tatters, slowly lowered his crossed defensive hands.

After almost using up all his energy to defend against this blow, Long Jing was panting and was forced to withdraw from the Breath of God.

"Ha!" Long Jing looked at his rapidly rising system experience points and grinned from the corner of his mouth to his ears.

He tore off his tattered white robe, revealing the gray training clothes underneath. There was a big word "dragon" written in a circle on the back, which made a hunting sound when a gust of wind blew by.

During this period, Longjing, under the guidance of the gods, has been practicing meditation techniques that can improve people's utilization of qi. On this basis, Longjing combined it with breathing methods to develop the Breath of God.

But this is not the end. What Longjing seeks is the constant breathing method that the pillars can achieve in Demon Slayer: Kimetsu no Yaiba.

The method of adding physical fitness, secondary strength, and a slight increase in intelligence has finally undergone a qualitative change.

Long Jing's physical fitness surpasses that of Earthlings and even Saiyans, and can even be said to have surpassed the limits of all humans. Therefore, breathing Changzhong that puts a huge load on the body is acceptable to Long Jing now, and he does. I have mastered this move, but I have never had the chance to use it.

He took a deep breath and entered the breathing mode again, but this time Long Jing did not show any difference. If his Qi had not increased twenty times in an instant, no one present would have noticed anything unusual.

But the improvement of extraordinary physical fitness goes far beyond that: "30 times Kaio Fist!"

For ordinary people, using it is equivalent to 30 times the death rate. Even if they are breathing normally, the current Longjing is more than enough.

"It's a lie!" Klin couldn't open his eyes.

Sun Wukong was even more angry: "That guy from Longjing is really hateful. He didn't use this move when we were sparring with him."

Although Trunks didn't know how to sense anger, just looking at the current momentum, he immediately knew that all this was not trivial, so he decisively took the initiative to attack.

He ducked in front of Long Jing, followed by a quick straight punch.

It seems that because he has always used a long sword and is not used to using fists, Trunks can be said to be straight forward without any fancy.

There was a huge difference in energy between Longjing and Trunks before, but now the gap has been greatly narrowed, so now it feels very obvious.

While Ryuujing raised his hand to block the blow, he held Trunks' wrist with his backhand. He used an anti-joint technique backwards and at the same time raised his leg to kick Trunks in the back of the head.

Trunks was shocked and could only resist with his other hand while struggling to break free.

He came here with high expectations, thinking that he could change the sad future where everyone would die miserably and he would be left alone but could not save anything. However, he did not expect to be beaten violently, and frustration filled his body.

Gohan's brother's instructions when he died appeared in front of his eyes, and his mother's forced smile began to appear. Trunks's anger at himself became more and more intense. His face became more bitter and hateful, and his anger continued to rise, and he kicked out.

Although Long Jing defended himself with both hands, he was still kicked backwards by the huge force and flew backwards.

"Ah!" Trunks yelled, folding his hands on his forehead, and then the energy shot out.

Klin and others were shocked and couldn't help but loudly said: "Is this the magic flash?"

"How could this Saiyan be related to Piccolo?" Tianjin Fan doesn't have a good sense of Piccolo. Due to various reasons, he still lists Piccolo as an enemy that threatens the earth and has been on guard against him. With.

After firing a magic flash, Trunks did not stop. He kept condensing air bombs in his hands and launched attacks continuously.

Trunks used the prince's fighting method passed down from his family without any knowledge, and exploded a plume of smoke on the ground.

Sure enough, Long Jing rushed out to face the air bombs, constantly waving his arms to knock away all the air bombs in his path, and rushed straight away.

"Brother Gohan, I failed. I can't protect anything. I am indeed a loser." Trunks thought in his heart as he recalled all the past events and looked at the fist that was getting closer and closer.

But Long Jing's fist just stopped in front of Trunks' face, only bringing up a gust of wind that blew his white hair.

There was no other way. Looking at the young man in front of him whose blond hair slowly turned white and fell, closing his eyes and not resisting, Long Jing really couldn't do anything.