Ten Days End

Qinglong lay on the ground, opened his eyes, and looked calmly at the ceiling where the dark clouds gradually dissipated.

What kind of feeling is this...?

He felt that his cheek was in great pain. He had no skin injuries, but why did it hurt so much?

His body was in pain, his heart was in pain, and even his soul was in pain.

Even "Heavenly Movement" didn't know where to recover to make himself feel better.

This punch seemed to have shattered part of his soul. The whole person lying on the ground was actually in a trance for a moment, forgetting what he was doing.

It's the same "Heavenly Movement"... What kind of punch is this?

Is it a skill... or some strange power...?

"No..." Qinglong muttered, "This punch even contains "belief"..."

The flesh and blood on his body moved strangely and began to gradually fill the damaged area.

If the opponent has this kind of fist, he must not be hit again next time, otherwise, even if he doesn't die, he will definitely lose consciousness.

Qiao Jiajin shook his body and wanted to go forward to add two more punches, but suddenly felt his hands numb.

He looked down and saw that his fists were already exposed, and the flesh and blood on the surface had flown away.

It seems that Zhang Shan has used "Tian Xing Jian" to restore his body, and it is almost reaching its limit at this time.

"Tattooed boy..." Zhang Shan stood up from the ground and patted the dust off his body, "Don't you want your hands anymore?"

"Just a pair of hands..." Qiao Jiajin gritted his teeth and said, "As long as it's a flesh wound, it can be healed, it's okay. Even if you can't heal me, I can slowly heal my wounds after the fight."

After that, he walked towards Qinglong lying on the ground. Even Qinglong couldn't take all of this punch, right?

"A "god" who can be beaten away..." Qiao Jiajin laughed, "Why is your face covered in blood? Do you need me to call an ambulance for you?"

Qinglong blinked, but his body was out of control at this moment and he couldn't get up.

"Don't be self-deprecating, little green boy." Qiao Jiajin said as he walked, "Too many people have been beaten away by me. I beat ordinary gangsters, I beat "Double Flower Red Stick", I beat "Participant", I beat "Heaven's Mouth", I beat "Cat", I beat "Extreme", I beat "Mind Reader", and even "Heaven's Walk"..."

After saying that, he turned his head and looked at Zhang Shan: "Big guy, I'm not targeting you."

"Okay..." Zhang Shan nodded.

"Now I've even knocked "God" away..." Qiao Jiajin walked in front of Qinglong and raised his right fist slightly, "Little Green Boy, you are not righteous enough, go and explain to Brother Guan Er."

Qinglong slowly widened his eyes, and countless thoughts flashed through his mind. He knew that he had to act immediately.

This punch mixed with skills, strength, "Heaven's Walk" and "Faith" must not be taken again.

Qiao Jiajin didn't give Qinglong any time to react, and without saying a word, he quickly dropped his fist.

"Boom"! !

There was a sound like a meteorite explosion, and the powder on the ground was splashed, and the room was shaking.

Qiao Jiajin frowned and found that Qinglong had disappeared from under him. A big hole was smashed by his fist.

Turning his head again, Qinglong was lying in the distance. It seemed that the "transition" was activated at the critical moment.

Qinglong gritted his teeth and stood up staggeringly. The flesh and blood on his body were all restored at this time. Although some wounds still remained, his condition was gradually restored.

He stared with a pair of red eyes, and his condition was obviously a little crazy.

He experienced many battles in a row within this day, and none of them could be easily dealt with. His beliefs seemed to have begun to lose control, and even his thoughts began to become more and more chaotic.

But after all, he had the "immortal method". As long as the "immortal method" was still there, ordinary people's fighting methods could not win.

Qinglong swayed in place, looking at Qiao Jiajin in the distance, guarding against the opponent's attack. What he didn't expect was that Qiao Jiajin didn't attack again, but just watched him quietly from a distance.

"Hey, little green boy." Qiao Jiajin laughed, "The road is so wide, be careful of being hit by a car."

"Be hit by a car...?"

As soon as the voice fell, a strong and powerful big hand was placed on his shoulder, and then the fingers were clasped tightly, clamping his shoulder tightly.

Qinglong suddenly felt bad, his state was indeed a little wrong, and "Jump" actually brought him to another enemy.

He subconsciously wanted to use "Heart-stealing" to block the opponent's movements, but when he thought of the terrible voice that made people shiver, he could only give up temporarily and endure the severe pain in his shoulder to use "Jump".

But Zhang Shan and Jin Yuanxun have been together for a long time, and they already knew that "Jump"", he grabbed Qinglong's shoulder tightly, and appeared in another place with him.

Qinglong turned around and looked at Zhang Shan with anger, and Zhang Shan also raised his right fist at this time.

Qinglong hurriedly used "Jump" in the air, as if he wanted to throw Zhang Shan off at an astonishing speed.

But Zhang Shan always held Qinglong's shoulder tightly, and the two shuttled through the empty room several times. Zhang Shan was like a stop-motion animation, and every time he appeared, his fist would get closer to Qinglong's face.

After several high-speed flashes, a huge noise came from all directions.

Zhang Shan's fist hit Qinglong's face firmly, and Qinglong flew out like a missile.

This time he did not rotate in place, but flew towards a wall at a very fast speed, smashing a deep crack on the wall.

Sure enough, he was hit by a car.

He was hit by a large truck loaded with dozens of tons of goods at a speed of 100 miles per hour.

If Qiao Jiajin's fist is a product of strength, skill, "Heavenly Movement" and "faith", then what about this fist?

It is a pure force that breaks the earth.

It seems that what was injured this time was not the soul, but his own vitality.

At the moment when the fist hit his face, Qinglong clearly felt the breath of "death".

He had never felt such a breath in the more than 70 years of walking in "Taoyuan".

If I don't cheer up, I will be beaten to death by these two people today. The damage caused by these two people can't even keep up with the recovery speed of "Heavenly Movement".

"Fuck..." Zhang Shan shook his almost torn hand, "Tattoo boy, you are right, don't worry too much about your injury, it will heal sooner or later anyway, if "Heavenly Movement" can't heal, just wait for it to heal itself."

"Well done, big guy." Qiao Jiajin also walked over slowly, "I will die if I get hit by this punch. "

Qinglong was embedded in the wall, his mind was in a mess. His most proud killing skill "Soul-stealing" was actually restricted... How clever a method could do this?

But he had never met Qi Xia, nor had he come into contact with any strange people, so how could it be...

Wait.

Just now... why didn't he come into contact with any strange people?

"I remember whose voice that was..." Qinglong's eyes instantly turned cold.