Zhao Chu swallowed hard, took a deep breath, and slowly raised his head.

His gaze is like an arrow, piercing the sky.

We haven’t fought yet, why should I be timid!

Although I am as weak as an ant, I do not try to drink up the sea. As long as I climb to the other side, this is victory.

Weng!

Zhao Chu flicked his sleeve, and a mottled long sword appeared in his palm.

The blade of the sword was covered with spots that looked like rust and decay. He was like a desperate prisoner before being beheaded, covered in scars and insisting on shouting a few more times of dissatisfaction.

Boom!

The Golden Rat King smiled contemptuously.

He put his hands behind his back, and with just a thought, the space was torn apart.

Ten punches.

The fist shadow formed by the gathering of ten air masses lightly blasted towards Zhao Chu's chest. A halo of light spread out, like a pool of stagnant water, which was smashed into a huge boulder.

No, it's ten huge rocks.

From the perspective of the outside world, the space where Zhao Chu is located is really the same as the ripples on the lake, except that the speed of diffusion is dozens of times slower.

puff!

A mouthful of blood spurted out, and Zhao Chu used his sword as a shield to block in front of him.

With just the first punch, the withered sword was like a willow branch under a strong wind, bent to the limit, buzzing like an overwhelmed long bow.

Zhao Chu spurted out a mouthful of blood and was injured.

Boom boom boom boom!

Next, the remaining nine punches came one after another, and Zhao Chu was like a living target in the martial arts arena, and was instantly blasted to pieces.

Those terrifying fist rays are ten thousand times more terrifying than arrows.

In a space of one foot, time still passes so slowly.

A few feet away from Zhao Chu, the mountains suddenly opened, like open wounds, which was horrifying.

The force that blasted away the mountains was the aftermath that penetrated Zhao Chu.

It was like the sharp arrow directly penetrated the bull's eye, but the force became more and more powerful, and even completely penetrated the wall behind the bull's eye.

puff!

Zhao Chu's chest collapsed and his whole body was dripping with blood.

He could only hold the withered sword as a crutch to maintain his standing posture.

There are...88 punches left.

…

outside world!

Ze Yanhua cried until she fainted.

Others were also jealous, but there was nothing they could do.

With only ten punches, Zhao Chu was seriously injured.

Establishing foundation versus Nascent Soul, this is a ridiculous stubborn confrontation.

…

"Huh? This sword is quite strange. It actually blocked more than half of the force for you."

"I have to praise you. In terms of physical strength, you are the king in the foundation building realm!"

Looking at Zhao Chu lightly, the golden rat demon chuckled, as if praising a baby for finally learning to crawl.

…

"Come again!"

Turning his palm over, Zhao Chu took three immortal pills in one mouthful.

In a short time, those cracked wounds healed at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Zhao Chu's physical strength is not only reflected in strength, but also in unparalleled recovery power. As long as he has a steady source of spiritual power, his recovery speed is a hundred times faster than others.

Whether it was the appearance of the Immortal Base Pill or Zhao Chu's resilience, everyone was shocked again.

…

Boom!

With a cold snort, the sky was once again penetrated by criss-crossing ripples.

Ten punches!

Like a terrifying horse pulled out by an arrow through the sky, the air was torn into torn rags.

Boom!

Boom!

Boom!

There was a loud noise, and behind Zhao Chu, there were terrifying potholes everywhere shaken by the strong wind and waves.

This is just the aftermath of the air wave penetrating Zhao Chu.

78 punches left!

All of Zhao Chu's ribs were broken, his chest was like a deep pit, and his internal organs were all misplaced.

The messy hair was stained with blood and danced in the air.

Zhao Chu was on the verge of collapse. Under this round of bombardment, his injuries were three points worse, but he had not fallen down yet.

…

"Your abilities are beyond my imagination. If I don't kill you today, no one knows how far you will grow in ten years!"

Seeing that even 20 punches failed to kill Zhao Chu, the Golden Rat Emperor slowly narrowed his eyes.

Under these 20 punches, even in the golden elixir realm, he should be dead!

"How much of my ability can you see?"

A mouthful of blood spurted out, and a ferocious smile appeared on the corner of Zhao Chu's mouth.

at the same time.

The third round of bombardment also came from all directions.

The true understanding of humanity!

The ultimate sword!

cut!

Zhao Chu's pupils froze, and the 20,000-pound withered sword rose from the ground.

Failure to defend and counterattack.

Facing Yuanying, Zhao Chu drew his sword head-on for the first time.

The sword curtain opened a half-moon arc in the air, and the 10 transparent fist shadow ripples were half blocked by the sword arc.

But to no avail.

After the fifth punch, the sword curtain collapsed.

Starting from the 6th punch, Zhao Chu's body was beaten into a sieve, with blood holes everywhere.

The 30th punch landed!

Zhao Chu bent over, but his broken body was still standing stubbornly, like a sapling in a storm.

He is not dead yet.

"Nascent Soul is really strong."

Zhao Chu smiled bitterly in his heart.

It was only 30 punches, and he was already seriously injured.

There are 68 punches left.

The withered sword kept buzzing and trembling in Zhao Chu's hand. It was exhausted and could not hold on.

Yuan Langtian said at the beginning that Ku Jian had some simple thoughts.

When faced with an existence that can destroy itself, the withered sword will fall into a self-protection mechanism and sink directly into Zhao Chu's dantian.

This is also Yuan Langtian's selfish intention.
To be continued...