When he reappeared, Prince Sixty-Two was already in front of Du Xueqing and punched Du Xueqing hard in the face.

Although this punch was as fast as lightning and unbelievably fast, the strange thing was that it was silent, as if the air suddenly became silent, and it felt counterintuitive.

Among the crowd, the masters who were at the level of God Transformation or above all flashed their eyes and secretly praised in their hearts.

The reason why this punch was extremely fast but silent was that all the power of the Sixty-Two Prince was restrained and concentrated on the fist without any leakage, so there was no sound of breaking through the air.

The power of the cultivator of the gods is so powerful. Even a normal punch is enough to move mountains and seas. Such a huge power is concentrated in a small fist. Even the tiny force that shakes the air does not escape. It can be seen that the sixty-two princes

How precise is the control of power?

"Sixty-Two's strength has improved again..." "Damn it, why does it feel like the gap between him and me is getting bigger and bigger."

Princess 173 and Prince 256 on the side looked calm on the surface, but there were turmoil deep in their hearts.

Their cultivation levels are the same as Du Xueqing's, they are at the peak of the early stage of divine transformation. According to the Sixty-Two Prince, they are a little behind, and their strength is also not as good.

However, the two of them have been practicing diligently recently and feel that they have made great progress. They think that even if they lose to Sixty-Two, the gap will definitely be narrowed. But now, it seems that Sixty-Two has also made progress and has not been caught up by them.

Facing this silent and ferocious punch that could actually blow up a hill, Du Xueqing did not avoid it. She raised her slender palm like rain, met Sixty-Two's fist, and slapped it directly.

Head-to-head.

In an instant, the two fists met.

A vortex of air visible to the naked eye instantly emanated from the exchange of fists between the two people, growing from small to large and spreading rapidly outward.

There seemed to be a slight flash of light in the Tianji Hall of Events, and the air vortex slowly dissipated before it could spread several meters away.

The Sixty-Two Prince and Du Xueqing did not retreat due to the shock of each other. After their fists met, they stayed in place and maintained the handover posture.

But Du Xueqing's face was as clear as water, neither sad nor happy, but Prince Sixty-two had a look of surprise on his face.

He threw this punch out of rage, so he naturally used all his strength. He thought that Du Xueqing would either avoid it or resolve it, but he didn't expect that Du Xueqing faced the enemy head-on. Not only did he receive his punch, but he also appeared to be very relaxed.

Eighty-six is ​​a small level behind him. Even if the difference is not much, if he can receive this punch, shouldn't he show dignity?

"Has Eighty-Six's strength really improved so much?

How can this be?"

The Sixty-Two Prince was shocked and confused, but his hands were not slow at all. He retracted his fist and was about to attack again.

But just as he was about to withdraw, Du Xueqing suddenly felt a strong suction force in his palm. His fist seemed to be sucked onto it and he did not move away.

What! The Sixty-Two Prince's surprise was no small matter. He did not move his fist. This move was equivalent to wasting his efforts and revealing a huge empty door.

If Du Xueqing takes advantage of the opportunity to attack, it will be extremely difficult for him to resist.

However, Du Xueqing did not attack, and there was a mocking smile on her lips: "Sixty-two, didn't you have breakfast?

You are so weak that I can't even bear to hit you."

"Go to hell!"

The Sixty-Two Prince was furious when he heard this. He used his magic power to withdraw his right fist. At the same time, he raised his left fist high like a mallet and hit Du Xueqing's head hard.

Boom! This time, he had no precise control over his power, and a little bit of negligible power overflowed, instantly exploding in the hall, like a spring thunder, and it was deafening.

"It's better than what I did just now."

Du Xueqing chuckled, raised her left arm, and easily placed it on the wrist of the Sixty-Two Prince's fist.

The arms intertwined, making a sound like two big hammers colliding hard with gold and iron.

The terrifying hurricane visible to the naked eye bloomed again, but just spread to a few meters around, and then disappeared invisible again.

The Sixty-Two Prince pursed his lips, turned his fist into a finger, and thrust hard into Du Xueqing's eyes.

But Du Xueqing casually cut her palm, accurately cutting between his knuckles, and swung it away easily.

The Sixty-Two Prince suddenly felt a burning pain in his knuckles. It was suspected that the phalanges had been cracked. If he had not been able to protect himself, he might have been cut off by Du Xueqing's palm.

At this moment, Du Xueqing's right fist was still firmly sucked by Du Xueqing's palm. No matter how hard the Sixty-two Prince tried, he could not get rid of it, as if it was useless.

"How is this possible..." The Sixty-Two Prince was shocked and angry. He continuously changed his moves with his palms, either chopping or slashing, to catch him by surprise and attack him unprepared.

However, Du Xueqing was waving with one hand, either blocking or blocking. It looked like she was fast and nervous, but in fact, she was able to easily resolve all his attacks.

"You forced me to do this!"

The Sixty-Two Prince roared angrily and kicked Du Xueqing directly in the abdomen.

At this moment, the two people's right fists and left palms were intersecting, and they were very close to each other. Du Xueqing's right hand was in the process of neutralizing the attack of the Sixty-Two Prince and could not be withdrawn.

If you want to avoid this kick, you must let go of Prince Sixty-Two's fist and retreat quickly.

But Du Xueqing also kicked straight up, and the speed of the kick was much faster than that of the Sixty-Two Prince.

The Sixty-Two Prince had just kicked him in the middle, but she had already arrived first and kicked him hard on the shin bone of the Sixty-Two Prince's leg.

Click! Above the main hall, everyone clearly heard the sound of the sixty-two prince’s tibia cracking and breaking.

The Sixty-Two Prince screamed in pain, the tibia of his calf was broken, and it immediately fell limp and weak.

His body suddenly lost its center of gravity and fell to the side.

How could Du Xueqing be polite? She seized the opportunity and kicked the Sixty-Two Prince's other leg hard with her feet like the wind.

Click, click, click... Prince Sixty-Two's other leg was immediately injured and fractured.

Both legs were broken, so naturally he couldn't stand and fell down screaming.

Du Xueqing then released his fist, turned around and kicked back, hitting Prince Sixty-two in the chest and sending him flying away.

Poof! Like a kite with its string cut off, the sixty-two princes flew more than ten meters away and hit the ground hard. His chest collapsed and blood spurted out.

"Your Highness Sixty-Two, please be taught."

Du Xueqing stood calmly and held her hands in a victor's manner.

Everyone looked surprised.

At first, they thought that Princess Eighty-Six was selling melons to the Emperor Xuanqing to brag about herself, but they didn't expect that it was not the case.

In close combat with the Sixty-Two Prince, who was a little higher than him, he defeated him cleanly and with three strikes, five divided by two.

This improvement in strength is not just a little bit, but a huge improvement.

"The best spiritual roots are indeed extraordinary. In just a few months, there has been such amazing progress..." Everyone did not know that the mind of the Eighty-sixth Princess was controlled by Chen Hao at this moment, and they thought that the Eighty-sixth Princess had taken away her body.
Chapter completed!