My Cold and Elegant CEO Wife Chapter 2159: To temper the flesh

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Seeing his powerful Holy Lion Fist only made Li Qingfeng take two steps back. The nine-headed Holy Lion opened his mouth and looked surprised.

Be aware that the nine-headed holy lions are top-grade demon saints, two realms higher than Li Qingfeng.

He just thought that he could easily kill Li Qingfeng with the Holy Lion Fist. Even if he couldn't beat Li Qingfeng, he would be seriously injured. He didn't expect Li Qingfeng to be fine.

Not only was the nine sacred lions shocked, but the other cultivators around were also surprised, especially the saints and daughters of the high-grade saints.

The Holy Son of Haotian, the Saintess of Linglong, the Son of Heavenly Sword, and the Son of Mad Saber all cast surprise glances at Li Qingfeng.

We must know that the strength of the four of them is also a high-grade saint, but now that the nine holy lions have not killed Li Qingfeng, they feel a threat.

Li Qingfeng is just a low-grade saint, and he can fight the high-grade demon saint. If Li Qingfeng can break through to the top-grade saint, it will not be invincible in the same realm.

Sage Son Haotian glanced at Li Qingfeng, a cold light flashed in his eyes, and he wondered whether to go up and give Li Qingfeng a blow.

The Linglong saint next to him saw the thoughts of Saint Haotian, and said lightly: Saint Son Haotian, you are among the top 30 in the Qianlong list anyway, how could you bully a saint?

Sage son Haotian frowned slightly, and said: Saint Exquisite, don't you know that guy, that's why you protect him.

Sage Lady Linglong shook her head and said: Holy Son Haotian, I don’t know that human being, and I’ve never seen it before. It just feels like we are all people with faces in the front of Qianlong List, even if we want to attack Li Qingfeng. , Let him and the nine holy lions decide the outcome.

Sacred Son Haotian nodded and said: Don't worry, I naturally know how to measure.

Not far away, although Li Qingfeng confronted the nine sacred lions, his ears were extremely sensitive, and he had already heard the conversation between the holy son of Haotian and the saint Linglong not far away.

For the son of Haotian, Li Qingfeng is extremely upset. I don't know you, and I didn't provoke you. You still want to deal with me. It's really fine.

But for Linglong Saintess, Li Qingfeng has some good feelings in her heart. This beautiful woman actually speaks for herself at a critical time.

If the Holy Son of Haotian made a move just now, Li Qingfeng would be in danger. Let Li Qingfeng deal with a nine-headed holy lion. Li Qingfeng has already exhausted his best, and one more holy son of Haotian will definitely cause huge hurt.

The saint Linglong didn't know it, it was because she was speaking for Li Qingfeng just now that she helped her escape from the meteorite proving ground in the future.

In the future, Li Qingfeng even saved her life and gave her some treasures in order to thank her for her help now. Of course, these are all things to say.

Nine-headed holy lion looked at Li Qingfeng in front, and said with a cold face: Yes, it can block my holy lion punch, but I want to see how many punches you can withstand me.

Nine-headed holy lion moves the holy yuan in the body, all inputting above his fist.

His body rose into the sky and began to grow bigger, becoming 10,000 feet in size, the size of a high mountain.

The bodies of the other cultivators around them all receded, for fear of being affected, they couldn't bear the violent energy emanating from the nine holy lions.

Not only that, but nine heads, eighteen arms, and eighteen fists have grown above the body of the nine holy lions.

These eighteen fists, each of them stand up to the ground, look down upon the sky, and the size of a small mountain bag. It can be said that the size of a fist is several times larger than Li Qingfeng's body.

Li Qingfeng smiled faintly, and said: Transformation, a bit interesting.

Li Qingfeng was not afraid, nor did he transform himself, because Li Qingfeng had already discovered a moment ago that when the holy lion of nine holy lions punched his fist, even though he beat him back, But it aroused the power of mortal prisoners in his body.

The most important practice of a mortal prison body is twofold. On the one hand, one is to practice and absorb the ghosts of hell.

But this is the world after all, not hell, and the atmosphere of **** is relatively weak, so it’s a bit slow to rely solely on Li Qingfeng’s own practice.

Another method is to rely on the opponent to practice, let a cultivator who is stronger than Li Qingfeng use his own physical attack to hit Li Qingfeng's body, temper the prison body in his body, and let the prison body inspire **** runes , So as to exercise his physical body and make his physical body stronger.

Li Qingfeng's current physical body is equivalent to 50 million catties, but it is far from enough. He has to become stronger.

After the body of the nine-headed holy lion became ten thousand meters in size, in his eyes, Li Qingfeng had become an ant, capable of crushing it at will.

The nine-headed holy lion said with a murderous look: Li Qingfeng, I don’t care what technique you practice, you can catch my punch, can you still catch my eighteen fists, I will use it today Eighteen fists smashed you into meatloaf.

The nine-headed sacred lion shouted loudly, surrounded by Holy Order runes. He waved eighteen fists at Li Qingfeng’s body from all directions. He wanted to smash Li Qingfeng into flesh from eighteen directions. cake.

Li Qingfeng rotates the mortal prison body in his body, exuding black energy, and there are black tadpole runes lingering on the surface of his body, which is the order of hell.

At the same time, the golden aura in Li Qingfeng's body is also exuded. The golden aura and the black aura are intertwined with each other, which contains more majestic energy.

Prison Punch!

Li Qingfeng yelled, and constantly waved his fists, colliding with the eighteen fists in the sky.

But those eighteen fists were too many, and their attack angles were extremely tricky. They attacked from all directions. Li Qingfeng could block the fists in front, but could not block the fists in the back.

Boom, boom, boom...

Several fists of the nine-headed holy lion slammed on Li Qingfeng's back, and his back was beaten to break his clothes, his muscles and bones broke, he opened his mouth and spit out a mouthful of blood, his face was pale.

Li Qingfeng hadn't reacted, yet another fist hit him from the left, hitting his ribs, directly knocking his body upside down and flying out.

Seeing Li Qingfeng's injury, the sage of the sea of ​​blood, the sage of Mu Qing, Lan Yun and others all have a touch of worry in their eyes. They have a crush on Li Qingfeng, so naturally they don't want Li Qingfeng to have an accident.

The black puppy has a calm expression on his face, without worry, because he has confidence in Li Qingfeng's strength.

Although Li Qingfeng vomited blood and was injured physically, Li Qingfeng was not nervous, but became a little excited.

When Li Qingfeng was injured, the bone fracture was piercing pain for him, but the next moment, the mortal prison body in his body exuded a breath of black energy, repairing his broken bone.

At the same time, he polished his broken bones to become darker and stronger.