Doomsday Sanctuary

"Female donor, please forgive me, the little monk couldn't help but hurt the female donor just now!"

Xing Chi didn't get angry when Yue Lie scolded the bald donkey, but looked at Luo Xinyi who was standing in front of him again and said with a look of regret.

It’s no wonder that Xingzhi has the face to blame others for cursing himself. A big man and a woman fight with himself, but he is unconquerable and finally uses the power of the natural magic ape. This is already invincible, and so is being scolded by others. Yes, so his apology is also out of sincerity.

"Don't say that it's useless, come again!"

Luo Xinyi didn't care at all. At this time, she didn't seem to be confused at all, and her whole body exuded a vigorous momentum, just like a **** of war.

Di Ping, who wanted Luo Xinyi to retreat, looked at her high fighting spirit and opened his mouth without shouting. Furthermore, he saw that Luo Xinyi was ruddy, and his movements did not seem to have suffered multiple injuries, so he was relieved. Stepped back and left the battlefield to the two again.

"The female donor, you are not my opponent, should you give it up?"

Xing Chi bowed and bowed with one hand.

"I only found out after the battle!"

Luo Xinyi stared closely at Xing Chi's mouth and said lightly.

"boom....."

Xing Chi originally wanted to say something, but was suddenly interrupted by an astonishing aura. Luo Xinyi clenched her fists, her body shook for a while, and her clothes swelled outwards as if inflated. The surrounding air seemed to be distorted. The strong **** breath gradually rose.

"This is? Talent skills!"

Xing Chi's eyes were full of hesitation, suddenly his eyes were full of amazement, and his mouth even exclaimed.

He originally thought that only he was gifted, that was his unique ability, but at this time he was horrified, this girl also has this ability, this ability is not unique to him, just now he is not her opponent, relying on talent to win the battle She, and this woman has also opened up her talent, so does she still have a chance?

Di Ping was also relieved at this time, he also forgot just now, Luo Xinyi has the talented skill Blood Rage, but she has never used it just now.

But now that she used it, Xingzhi wasn't necessarily her opponent, and she had forgotten.

"It's not just you, I have it too! Take me a punch!"

At this time, Luo Xinyi's eyes were blood red, her eyes were red and surging, with a soaring suffocation, her hair was flying without wind, and she was a little mad, staring at Xingchi and yelling indifferently, and then her body moved, shooting like a violent wind. .

"Good job!"

Xingzhi is also a fighting madman. When Luo Xinyi's words were excited, the original worry was turned into nothing. His arms shook, his whole body burst with energy, and there was also a violent drink, and then he rushed towards Luo Xinyi with a thumping fist. .

"boom....."

The two of them fought a dozen times in just a few seconds. When the shadow of the empty fist flickered wildly and vigorously, there seemed to be a sudden gust of wind in the valley, and the nearby weeds swayed wildly and rustled.

Di Ping looked at the two in the battle with scorching eyes. Although he wanted Luo Xinyi to grow up quickly through the battle, he did not take it for granted.

He was still very worried about Luo Xinyi's safety, so although he stood not far away and looked calm, in fact he was on guard at night and was ready to take on Luo Xinyi at any time.

Both of them are taking the path of talent strengthening their physique. One is the power of the demon ape, and the other is the rage of blood.

The strength of these two men is definitely more than two thousand kilograms. After their talents are stimulated, their strength has increased sharply. Each punch is no less than three or four kilograms. This kind of power has exceeded ordinary people's cognition, and every fist encounter is like The behemoth stomped on the ground and roared, and the valley shook.

Countless weeds were directly swept up by the tyrannical vigor, and they flew around. The hunting wind blows the clothes of the few people present. If the strength of the few people is not weak, they may be unable to stand.