One hit!

Phew! Phew!

The whirlwind finger of fire hit Master Chen's body, and the energy light flashed and was blocked by the energy shield, causing his body to tremble violently, but not even a corner of his clothes was hit.

Boom!

The black dragon's giant stick hit Uncle Chen. The latter suffered such a heavy blow that the energy shield shook and the blood at the corner of his mouth began to flow unknowingly.

But being stimulated by that cold gaze, Liang Jing had no time to see the effect of this charged blow and continued——

No mercy, no hesitation, no stopping!

Rumble…

One hit!

Two strikes!

Three strikes!

…

The roar resounded, and dust and debris floated all over the ground, covering the surrounding area. The blood in Liang Jing's mouth continued to flow out with the attacks one after another. The tiger palms on his hands were broken, and the blood flow continued. He even heard the bones in his hands.

"Groaning" and making a "clicking" sound like it is about to break is a protest.

However, the attack did not stop.

He can't stop!

Liang Jing, who had made up his mind, would not hesitate at all, he would take action when it was time to take action, never looking forward or backward.

However, my heart slowly sank.

Even though the sky was filled with dust, he knew clearly that he couldn't even break through the opponent's energy shield!

Even heavy kinetic attacks seem to be immune to the energy shield.

The black dragon's giant stick weighed tens of thousands of kilograms, plus the one or two thousand points of brute force he had at this time, and hit the Yuanying energy shield in a rolling motion, as if hitting a mountain wall made of fine steel. It could not be shaken, but it was counterattacked.

The force that came over was so shocking that I could hardly hold the stick, and was so shocked that I suffered internal injuries...

Nascent Soul, so terrifying!

This is not a battle of the same level at all, and there is nothing he can do about it.

This is like an ant shaking an elephant.

But he can't stop at all, and he won't stop. As long as the other party can't threaten him, he doesn't believe there is any chance!

No matter how strong or difficult it is, he believes that a drop of water can penetrate a stone and an iron pestle can be ground into a needle!

Suddenly, he seemed to see a pair of turbid pupils, with a cold gaze tinged with a mocking sneer.

The next moment, Uncle Chen stretched out his skinny, old, chicken-foot-like hand and pointed it at himself.

Not good, dangerous!

The other party recovered.

Liang Jing's eyes froze, his body sank inexplicably, and his heart suddenly sank and became cold... This feeling, a familiar feeling, was exactly the pressure that the golden-armored corpse put on him before.

It was this pressure that made him unable to even escape back to the game world.
Chapter completed!