Sun Fucai's pressure slowed down at least 30% of his true energy flow rate. Although it was not the momentum, the suppression was still quite considerable and there was no too much nagging.

The abacus in Sun Fucai's hand suddenly grew in a crisp sound, and the abacus beads turned into black light and came towards Duan De like meteors.

The moment Duan De took action, the flow rate of the true energy was suppressed by 20% again, and his whole body felt strongly stagnant. Fortunately, Duan De's spiritual consciousness was much higher than Sun Fucai. His actions were all in Duan De's perception, the path of metallic mutation?

Before the abacus was reached, the penetration of the whole body was already coming. The lightning suddenly appeared Duan De's body movement was obviously not smooth, and he did not completely avoid the black light shot out.

The pig-killing sword swung open the abacus beads that attacked his body. Sun Fucai still had a kind smile. As his fat hand moved, the abacus beads behind Duan De not only turned around, but also became extremely huge, like planets emitting radioactive black light, covering all the retreat paths of Duan De.

The abacus frame in front suddenly became larger, and the wooden sticks that were wearing beads jumped out of the frame and turned into towering wooden cones one by one, but the tips were shining with metal light.

The abacus frame rose in the wind, directly framed his attack with Duan De, and the sluggish feeling suddenly increased.

"Dual genera of gold and wood?"

Duan De's face was a little difficult, and his mutual restraint was very difficult to deal with!

"Haha~~~~The Tao of the Thunder attribute, is it the Tao body? Duan Tuzi made Sun envious!"

Sun Fucai smiled brightly, and the seal in his hand changed without any stagnation.

Daoyun rushed around him frantically, and was originally peaceful between heaven and earth, and now it turned into invisible pointed cones surrounded Duan De, trying to invade his body.

Duan De was at an absolute disadvantage when he got into the battle, which was inevitable. The gap at a large level was difficult to cross. After all, there were only a few who could kill the enemy more than one level. Those who were caused by sneak attacks, carelessness, external objects, etc. could not be considered as having the strength to surpass the level.

"Sun Sun's handsome Taoist Dharma is also envious. If it weren't for Sun Sun's jealousy, it would be a great honor to drink and talk to Duan!"

Duan De's true energy was swelling all over his body, and his spiritual consciousness explored the defects of Sun Fucai's Taoist Technique despite the loss.

Everyone who watches the battle will shake their heads. Will they die?

Could it be that Duan De, who was extremely difficult to deal with, was easily taken down? They turned their heads and looked at the black monster-like "Great Wall" number, but no woman took action?

boom

After a loud bang, a circle of ripples exploded at Duan De, and Duan De seemed to be killed by a blow.

Sun Fucai's face was solemn, without the joy of victory. His eyes, which were squeezed into thin slits by the flesh, were shining brightly, and his spiritual consciousness was even more swelling. Duan De's figure disappeared.

"Brother Duan is really extraordinary. Sun's proud skills have returned in vain. Sun is also forced by life. He has to do so. Why don't Brother Duan succeed?"

His fat body was extremely flexible. A golden ingot appeared in his right hand. The bright light surged and a crisp sound came. Sun Fucai's smile was frozen, and he quickly turned into a phantom and retreated. The golden ingot in his hand exploded with the explosive purple arc.

"I, Duan De, do not have the compassion of the Buddha. Duan can cut flesh and feed the eagle, but it is just for the meat of the flat-haired beast!"

Duan De, who was tattered all over Duan De, was extremely embarrassed, torn and injured all over his body, and the blood could not be sealed. He threw it behind him and fought back with a grim smile.

Thunder Dao barely blocked the wound. Once Duan De was approached, how could Sun Fucai easily retreat?

When approaching Sun Fucai, he felt like he was trapped in a mud, and his strength was greatly reduced. He thought to himself: Is this the "momentum" to be achieved?

Ruying kept greeting the fat man for a short distance, and he couldn't let him leave. This was the only opportunity to turn over!

Sun Fucai was also shocked. This guy is very difficult to deal with when he is close to him. He is definitely a good physical cultivation. He is careless! He doesn’t have the time to talk at this time. Try to escape to kill this person!

It seems that there are endless gold ingots. As long as Duan De is hit, it will explode. Duan De has no impression at all. The double ** substitutes keep hitting it, no matter what obstacles there are.

It seems that when a gangster fights, Sun Fu has realized his hardships. His iron fists are not shining, but they are extremely powerful. The fist is as sharp as the momentum, sticking to his body, and he cannot escape.

"Hehe, Mr. Sun is really rich and has so many treasures, Duan feels very distressed."

Duan De, whose face was covered in blood, had a blazing fire in his eyes and his fist was like rain. His strange rhythm and adhesion were one of the manifestations of the thunder, which could be said to be his own.

Sun Fucai also smiled bitterly in his heart. He was indeed a little trick and was careless. Only when he got closer did he realize Duan De's reputation was worthy. Sun Fu, who seemed to be elegant and blocking while retreating, knew his own hardship.

He suddenly took the flying back and blocked his chest, and he quickly thought something from his mouth. Duan De's body swayed, and for a moment he could not break through the defense of this abacus in a short distance.

However, the Pig Killing Knife had already blocked its retreat by taking his hands around and blocking it from retreating. It replaced the fists and turned into palms and printed them on the abacus. The corner of Sun Fucai's mouth gushed out with Duan De's palm hits again and again, regardless of the time he fought for the half breath.

It seems very slow to say, but in fact, the two of them have only been fifty breaths since they fought each other. Duan De has one palm after another and one breath for hundreds of breaths. He naturally feels the crisis. This guy is brewing Taoist techniques!

Duan De took a step back and his eyes flashed with his purple light, and his temples on both sides raised high. He could clearly see the tiny purple electric wires in his blood vessels. The right fist that was closed on his waist and abdomen finally had a bright light, and the fluffy-like purple silk thread floated out of his fingers.

Sun Fucai pushed his hands, his eyes raked violently, and a mouthful of dirty blood spurted out: "It's considered dead!"

The space around the two seemed to have changed, and Duan De only felt that he had fallen into the space composed of countless abacuses.

‘Smack...’

The crisp sound of the collision of abacus beads made the ears hurt, and a special breath rushed into the mind, and the whole body was as strongly twisted and tingling as if it had fallen into a crusher.

The breath that rushed into his mind was suspended in the sea of ​​consciousness. The black banner above the soul body was swallowed directly, causing no damage. Duan De, who was knocked out with one punch, screamed in pain!

As the striking sense was sent back, Duan De forcibly broke free from the inexplicable illusion, and the punch that gathered all his strength brought the flowing light like a bamboo shoot. There was no great resistance to the abacus. His fist pressed the abacus and hit Sun Fucai's chest.

The fluffy-like silk thread in the fist disappeared, and Sun Fucai stood back three miles with his hands holding the abacus. Duan De's appearance looked like a dislocation of the body caused by twisting, twisting open the wounds that had already existed. The wounds on the purple inner bottom and the black and blue surface were constantly ejaculated with blood. However, Duan De's hideous face and calm eyes seemed to be unable to feel it.

Staring at Sun Fucai who was no longer moving in the distance, Duan De spat out a mouthful of blood, regardless of his injuries, turned around and stepped forward towards the Great Wall, and rushed to the "Great Wall". The slaughter knife penetrated into his heart.

The eyes of Sun Yuanwai, who was standing still in the void, burst and was still moving. He was holding the abacus. There was a trace of a knife piercing the blade in his abdomen. When Duan De was knocked back, the pig-killing knife did not open the golden ingot and penetrated his abdomen. There was no other wound on the outside. As Duan De turned around and left, the purple fuzz poked out his seven orifices, flashed and disappeared.

The abacus in his hand was shaking as if it was a whining sound, and then the crack sound rang out. The abacus slowly broke into powder and floated away on the way. Sun Fucai's body fell straight down. He fell to the ground and had only a layer of skin left, and the inside was burned out. Therefore, when he arrived below, there was no residual Daoyun protection, and it was floating like leaves.

The onlookers were shocked. The three shuttles had retreated when Duan De returned to the Great Wall. They were not sure that they would not force themselves to take them down. It was wise to turn around and leave.

Back in the cab, Mo Yingying healed Duan De's wounds with tears in her eyes, expelling the residuals of the surface of Taoist rhyme, and treating internal and external injuries with the pills. Duan De was reviewing the battle just now. (To be continued)
Chapter completed!