Chapter 172 I’ll practice my moves with you!

The pupils of the two treasure hunting brothers couldn't help but shrink. You must know that they knew the body lying on the ground.

This man is also quite famous in the casual cultivator circle of treasure hunters. With his set of ice soul-stealing darts, he can inflict injuries as far as a hundred feet away. He has rarely failed since his debut. He is known as the "hundred-meter soul-chasing man".

At the very least, his name is much more famous than his two brothers. If they were to confront each other, they would not be sure they would be able to escape the assassination attempt of this "hundred-foot-long soul chaser".

But this kid killed the "hundred-foot-chasing soul" before they could even run a hundred feet.

This gap in strength is a bit too shocking...

There was deep fear between the brows of the treasure-appreciating brothers. They looked at each other blankly and shook their heads towards Zhan Feihong in unison, like a rattle.

"You don't want to fight, right? Why don't you leave?"

Seeing the frightened expressions on the faces of the two treasure-hunting brothers, the young man smiled softly, his scarlet eyes suddenly glaring, and they were so frightened that they fled into the wild forest like a burst of smoke, and disappeared after a while.

After finishing off the enemy in front of him, Zhan Feihong lowered his head and pulled up the body of the "Baizhang Soul Chasing", and threw it far away into the pothole a hundred feet away with the help of wood spirit silk.

Then, he picked up the Youbing soul-stealing dart nailed to the ground, looked at it carefully, and put it in his arms.

"Who else will come out together? I can't wait much longer!"

After raising his voice and shouting loudly to the surroundings, Zhan Feihong stepped back to the edge of the giant pit and quietly waited for the arrival of other treasure hunters.

But after a cup of tea, no one came out to fight with him.

The young man's brows couldn't help but frown. Naturally, he wouldn't believe that all these treasure hunters had run away because of his act of establishing power.

After a while, there was still no sound. Zhan Feihong couldn't help but sigh, activated his magical power to shrink the earth, and was about to leave.

At this moment, a figure suddenly leapt up from the distance, and thick golden spiritual pressure pressed down on the young man's position!

Zhan Feihong's expression tightened. The power of this spiritual pressure was at least as powerful as Nangong Bin's!

The Ten Patterns Spiritual Convergence Perfection!

Taking half a step back, he quickly scanned the black shadows in the sky with his dragon eyes, only to find that two round objects were hit by the opponent and fell into the soil.

The young man couldn't help but glance down. The two round objects turned out to be the heads on the necks of the two treasure-hunting brothers he had just let go!

"These two useless losers dared to run away with their tails between their legs without even testing a move. What a waste of my time!" A strange groan floated into Zhan Feihong's ears, and the figure landed steadily.

He was three feet away.

Seeing these two heads, the young man's face was covered with a layer of icy murderous intent. He squinted at the unexpected visitor, and finally focused on the opponent's right hand.

"Are you a demon cultivator?"

The man who called himself me couldn't help but smile maniacally, raised his right arm and replied: "Can't you tell whether I am a demon cultivator or not?!"

I saw that his raised fist was tightly wrapped with a black gold shell like fine steel, and a long horn grew out of the top of the shell!

"As long as you are a demon cultivator."

Zhan Feihong slowly raised his palm, and a brown light retreated from the back of his hand, transforming into the appearance of a little earth fairy again, and got into the boy's arms.

"Do you dare to box with me?"

Giving up his most powerful earth magic power at present, an inexplicable color flashed in the young man's eyes, and a thick layer of golden spirit battle energy gradually gathered on his fist, and he pointed towards the unicorn demon with his fingers!

"Ignorant junior, you are so audacious!" The one-horned demon cultivator heard the young man's provocation, and his wrinkled face couldn't help but twitch a few times, and said proudly: "You don't want to ask about my golden horn combat skills.

I have hunted down so many spiritual villains on the most wanted list, and received countless rewards! How dare you, a slut like you, challenge my fist?"

"Stop talking nonsense, do you dare or don't you dare?"

Regarding the bragging of this veteran treasure appreciating demon cultivator, Zhan Feihong stopped talking nonsense and rushed towards the opponent. "Since he jumped out, you have to fight if you dare, and you have to fight if you don't dare!"

The distance of three feet was reached in the blink of an eye. Three circles of light flashed out from the boy's fist, and he aimed a fierce blow at the right arm covered with a ferocious beast!

"You brat, you are seeking death. I will let you have a taste of the power of my golden horn!"

As he spoke, the huge golden horn was raised high by the veteran treasure-hunting demon cultivator, like a giant hammer hitting the young man's fist, which was very small in comparison.

The two golden lights suddenly collided together, and a crazy golden spiritual wave erupted from the central point of the meeting. It only caused the robes of the two people to shake with layers of air waves, and even their skin was blown away.

Jin Ling's battle energy has scratched out lines that are visible to the naked eye!

After half a breath, the strength of their attack was finally exhausted. With a "buzz" sound, they both retracted their arms, stepped back half a step, and stared at each other.

"Even?! My Golden Horn Powerful Fist actually fought to an even level with this young boy?!"

Although his face did not show any emotional fluctuations, this treasure-hunting demon cultivator who claimed to have hunted countless spiritual villains felt like a landslide and tsunami, and his heart was tumbling.

Maybe what he said just now is a bit exaggerated, but in terms of strength, the Golden Horn Powerful Fist can indeed be regarded as a top-notch skill in boxing and magical powers.

If the destructive power is used alone, this punch alone is enough to break the body-protecting aura of a cultivator specializing in earth-based body-protecting supernatural powers into pieces in the Jiu-Ling Spiritual Convergence Stage, successfully killing him!

One can imagine how terrifying the power of this Golden Horn Powerful Fist is!

However, with such super strong punching power, he could only compete with the boy. How could this confident demon cultivator not be flustered?!

"You brat, try punching me again!"

Thinking of this, the veteran treasure appreciating demon cultivator lost his temper at first. He couldn't believe that the other party could have strength comparable to his own at such a young age. He picked up the huge golden horn and smashed it on the boy's head!

This time, he used the tenth level of the golden horn magical power. Even the air under the golden horn hammer was exploded by this blow. The golden light floating around seemed to be broken into pieces for a while.

, piece by piece is flashing scatteredly!

"wrong."

Seeing that the fragmented golden light illuminated by the giant hammer had already imprinted on Zhan Feihong's forehead, the young man did not even raise his head, but frowned to himself, as if he was thinking about something.

"Is that so?"

Suddenly, a voice of doubt came out of his mouth, and the fist closed at his side was quickly thrown to the top of his head. Seven circles of light continuously spread from the whitened knuckles, and he punched impartially.

He withstood the blow from the angle hammer that hit him hard on the head!

I saw golden spiritual waves that were several times stronger than before exploding from the top of the young man's head, and the bodies of the two people who were fighting could not help but tremble.

What is unexpected is that Zhan Feihong's seemingly random punch not only did not put him at a slight disadvantage, but actually lifted him up a few inches after the collision!

As for the treasure-hunting demon cultivator's huge angle hammer, there was a loud "bang" sound and it was thrown out in a parabola, slamming back into the soil!

"My Golden Horn!!"

A moment later, a mournful cry came out of the demon cultivator's mouth. He looked straight at the huge golden horn hanging on the ground on his right arm, and saw a crack on the top of the horn hammer.

There are tiny cracks more than half a foot long!

The heartache lasted for four breaths, and the demon cultivator couldn't help but feel a great chill in his heart.

The swinging fist move before was already one of the three most powerful killing moves among his golden horn powerful powers. And the hardness of his golden horn hammer was not to mention, even among the spiritual soldiers, it was at the top.

Even a sharp blade of this level would be hard-pressed to cut even half a scratch on this carapace!

Taking a few steps back with trembling legs, the veteran treasure-hunting demon cultivator thought of running away, but before he could turn around, the young man's words fell into his ears again.

"It's interesting, let's come again!"

The golden spiritual waves as wild as the wind and waves condensed around Zhan Feihong's arms again, and his scarlet eyes were filled with uncontrollable excitement, as if he was about to face some kind of breakthrough!

The fist covered with golden light swung towards the location of the huge golden horn hammer for the third time. This time, a full ten circles of light swayed on the tight fist surface!

It wasn't until the demon cultivator saw the aperture that kept rising in circles that he realized that although this boy was young, his strength was unfathomable. He was actually trying to figure out his own moves with the magical skill that he was most proud of in his life!

His golden horn hammer has become the opponent's sandbag!

"That's too much!"

An indescribable and violent sense of shame suddenly rushed into his heart, as if a mouse was stared at by a cat and had to be tortured to death before it could meet its death.

But in the face of the boy's thunderous blow, he had to raise the golden-horned giant hammer to resist it. Treasure-rewarding casual cultivators like them would give up this opportunity even if they could live for a moment longer.

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In the end, Zhan Feihong's third punch of ten circles of light still collided with the counterattacking golden horn hammer.

This time the young man completely had the advantage. Not only did his steps not move at all, but even his fist that was about to be punched out did not bounce back like the previous two times, but was fixed in mid-air!

As for the golden-horned giant hammer, another small crack appeared. The length of this crack was nearly a foot!

"It's still not enough, come again!"

Before the veteran treasure appreciating demon cultivator could feel sorry for his precious beast, Zhan Feihong raised his fist high again, and circles of light, like wrist wheels made of pure gold, continued to flow towards the fist surface!

"Ten, thirteen circles?!"
Chapter completed!