Douluo no longer had any worries and rushed towards Han Feng madly. When he got close, he clenched his fists and attacked fiercely.
This punch was extremely fierce, stirring up the air and causing a sharp whistling sound.
Facing the fierce punch, Han Feng was not afraid at all. There was a sharp light flashing in his deep eyes. After taking a deep breath, he also punched out.
Bang!
The two fists collided violently, and a deafening roar erupted.
The sound falls.
The two of them retreated at the same time, and took more than ten steps before stopping.
A series of deep footprints were left on the ground.
"Is the power so great?"
Han Feng was shocked.
You know, even the God of Strength Zhou Kewei is far inferior to him in a competition of strength.
On the contrary, Douluo can actually compete with him.
It was indeed a bit beyond his expectations.
Douluo was even more stunned.
I originally thought that Han Feng could be crushed with just one punch.
I never expected that Han Feng's power would be so violent.
No wonder Han Feng is so arrogant, it turns out he really has the capital to be arrogant.
"Boy, your strength has been recognized by me. Now I will get serious."
Douluo sneered.
"Come on, please."
Han Feng hooked his finger and made a provocative gesture, not taking Douluo seriously at all.
Douluo was obviously enraged, and rushed forward again, swinging his fists wildly.
In an instant, countless fist shadows streaked across the sky like meteors, densely intertwined together to form a huge fist shadow net, covering Han Feng from all directions.
"Compare your punching speed with me?"
Han Feng smiled contemptuously and also waved his fist.
Whoosh...
The shrill sound of the wind whistling suddenly rang out, and countless fist shadows appeared out of thin air, like a whirlwind of fist shadows, colliding with Douluo's fist shadow.
Bang Bang...
A shocking collision sound was heard, and the surrounding air seemed to explode.
The fist shadows in the sky shattered one after another in the violent collision, turning into countless fragments flying everywhere.
After a few seconds, the fist shadow dissipated and the void returned to calm.
The corner of Douluo's mouth twitched violently.
Han Feng is really too difficult to deal with.
All the attributes are ridiculously high, not inferior to his at all.
Unless the level suppression is lifted, Han Feng cannot be controlled at all.
Han Feng raised his eyebrows: "Brother Luo, is this all you have?"
Douluo's face was gloomy, and he snorted softly, "I admit that you are strong, but it is absolutely impossible for you to defeat me. The best we can do is draw."
His greatest weapons are his two talents of mutual destruction and mutual force.
But we had agreed beforehand that not using force was a mutual gift.
However, the talent of mutual destruction is too vicious. Once used, Han Feng will definitely die.
I was planning to invest in Han Feng, how could I kill him?
In this way, without these two trump cards, we are at our wit's end.
Han Feng pouted and chuckled, "Among people of the same level, I am invincible. No one can be my opponent! Just now, I only used one hundred thousandth of my strength. If I had used a little more force, I could easily crush you!"
"You'll die if you don't brag!"
Douluo opened his mouth wide.
And he only used one hundred thousandth of his strength?
There is a limit to bragging. How can one be as crazy as Han Feng?
"You don't believe it?"
Han Feng raised his eyebrows.
"Boasting is useless. Defeat me if you can!"
Douluo smiled coldly.
"Then I'll show you."
Han Feng's face became solemn, and then he began to circulate his qi and blood.
In an instant, a blood-red light burst out from his body, surging like a tide and pouring into his right hand.
"Fuck you!"
Douluo's eyes almost popped out.
Han Feng's qi and blood power is extremely terrifying, at least more than 60,000 points.
How could a mid-level deity generate so much energy and blood?
If this were to be told to others, I'm afraid no one would believe it.
"Brother Luo, this punch of mine contains the power of over twenty years. You may not be able to withstand it. It's not too late to surrender now."
Han Feng smiled proudly.
"Stop showing off and just come on."
Douluo gritted his teeth.
After all, it is a Chaos Demonic Plant, how could it be frightened?
"Take my punch!"
Han Feng roared, clenched his fists and smashed towards Douluo.
Douluo's pupils suddenly shrank, and he mobilized all his energy and blood, pouring it all into his right hand, and then he faced Han Feng head-on without fear.
boom!
The two fists collided without any fancy moves.
Douluo only felt an extremely powerful force sweeping over him, and his entire body began to tremble violently.
The next moment, it shot out like a cannonball.
It flew more than thirty meters away, hit the ground heavily, and slid backwards along the ground.
Along the way, a long gully was left.
After sliding for twenty meters, Douluo finally stopped and lay on the ground with his arms and legs spread out. His body was slightly twitching and his face was full of pain.
Han Feng's punch just now caused his entire right arm to lose sensation and his bones were about to fall apart.
In other words, it has a strong physique and strong willpower. If it were someone else, they would have fainted long ago.
"This guy is a pervert."
Douluo swallowed hard, his eyes filled with horror and disbelief.
I have never seen such violent energy and blood power.
In terms of strength, it is definitely more than just 60,000 points of Qi and Health.
It is very likely that it has reached the level of 80,000 points.
A mid-level deity with 80,000 points of Qi and Health?
Douluo's brain crashed.
Ta-da-da...
Han Feng put his hands in his pockets, looking arrogant. He walked towards Douluo at a leisurely pace and chuckled, "Brother Luo, do you know how terrifying I am now? Let me ask you, are you convinced?"
Douluo groaned, "Let you take advantage, kid. Let's call it a draw."
Han Feng's mouth widened: "Can't you afford to lose?"
Douluo was completely powerless to fight back in front of him. Even after being beaten to this point, why was he still so stubborn?
Douluo slowly got up from the ground and stared at Han Feng intently, a meaningful smile on the corner of her mouth: "I have a very powerful talent. Once I use it, you will definitely die! I didn't kill you, so just be happy."
Hearing this, Han Fengxu narrowed his eyes and said thoughtfully, "The talent you are talking about is mutual destruction, right?"
"How do you know?"
Douluo was stunned.
"I naturally have my own way. You don't need to ask about this."
Han Feng chuckled, then changed the subject: "If you use this talent, aren't you doomed?"
Dou Luo said proudly: "I also have a talent for resurrection. I can be resurrected even if I die."
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