Bang!

The aunt assassin hit the ground like a ball, and then bounced several times before stopping.

It looks quite funny like that.

However, when the aunt stood up again, Liu Zhengyang felt that it was not that fun.

After several blows on the ground, the aunt's face was covered with dust, which was almost no different from the beggars on the street. What's even more amazing is that the aunt's left face, which had just been beaten, had already exposed her terrifying teeth and bones.

Even after seeing that, Liu Zhengyang felt cold on his spine.

There is no doubt that Zhong Qinglei's punch just now had already knocked off the flesh on her face.

But is there such a big gap between cultivators at the Dao Realm?

Liu Zhengyang said shamelessly: "Zhong Qinglei, don't you think you're taking action more heavily?"

"It seems a little bit." Zhong Qinglei couldn't help but shiver and said, "If I had known that it would have beaten her so disgustingly, I wouldn't have put such heavy hands. Although I don't care whether she was injured or not, that was really disgusting."

At the end, Zhong Qinglei shook his right hand, as if something dirty was stained with his right hand.

Liu Zhengyang shook his head with laughter and cry, muttering: "Forget it, anyway, you are the one who fights that ugly monster, not me."

At the same time, the aunt assassin should have felt a severe pain on his face.

She reached out and touched her face, touching a pool of blood, which should have made her feel more severe pain.

She screamed strangely, and realized her condition, and said furiously: "I'll kill you!"

She rushed towards Zhong Qinglei angrily, and her clenched fist hitting directly at the bridge of Zhong Qinglei's nose.

Zhong Qinglei also punched him out.

Click!

The physical strength of the aunt assassin is obviously not comparable to that of Zhong Qinglei.

After just one punch, her fist skull had cracked, and some bone spurs even pierced the flesh and exposed to the air.

And Zhong Qinglei's fist just turned red.

Both sides are not at the same level at all.

After several consecutive matches, Zhong Qinglei and the aunt assassin have basically decided the outcome.

"I dare to challenge me with only this level of combat power. I don't know what you think." Zhong Qinglei said in a frustration: "Speaking of this, you assassins don't pay attention to physical strength at all. They just take the path of killing with one blow. It's unlucky to meet us."

"How could it be? Why is it that the difference between us is so big as a cultivator at the Dao Realm?" said the aunt assassin in disbelief.

Because she was too mentally stimulating, she seemed to have forgotten the pain in her body.

At least she no longer wailed in pain.

Zhong Qinglei said slowly: "When we are in the Dao Realm, we can easily kill weak Dao Realm monks. Even at the same level, the gap between different monks is huge. What's so strange about this? You assassins are too self-righteous, right?"

After a pause, Zhong Qinglei said again: "Forget it, you're almost dead anyway. Even if you teach you more things, it's useless. It's better to send you on your way quickly and then we'll continue to set off."

After saying that, he rushed towards the aunt's assassin at an astonishing speed and punched the aunt's heart.

puff!

The aunt, who was seriously insufficient in physical strength, could not catch Zhong Qinglei's fist at all, and her body was directly penetrated.
Chapter completed!