Chapter 63 Ikko! ! !
"Explode!"

"The divine fist? Are you so pretentious?"

"That must be the protagonist!"

"Don't you realize that the name Li Qing is very down-to-earth?"

"Yes, and he is also a monk, a very common identity setting."

"Could it be from Shaolin Temple?"

"Ah? Isn't this in Runeland? Are you moving Shaolin Temple there?"

"You two made me laugh to death."

"Not bad, not bad. It has the flavor of martial arts. These three little thieves are probably going to be in trouble."

"But why did he cover his eyes with cloth? Is he really blind, or is he practicing martial arts?"

"Just keep reading!"

"The air fell into silence."

"After a while."

"Are you the God Fist?"

Hota burst out laughing, as if he had heard a very funny joke.

Then, with a hint of contempt in his eyes, he said:

"There are many people who boast of their magical fists, magical legs, and magical palms, but they have been defeated by me and died tragically under my sword. Who do you think you are?"

As he spoke, Hota turned around and glanced at the two people who were still carrying the treasures. The corners of his mouth slightly raised, revealing a playful expression:
"Okay, just assume you are."

"God Fist Li Qing, I understand. Then what?"

"I'll give you a chance. Return all the things. Then get out and never set foot here again." Li Qing said lightly.

"Ha." Hota sneered, "It's not your turn to give orders, you blind God-fist-"

He emphasized the last two words, and then he stabbed the tip of his sword on the stone ground, "There are three of us, and you don't even have a weapon."

At this time, Wu Ren and Morta had finished their work and walked over with backpacks.

Of course they noticed the situation here just now, but making money was more important, so they didn't come over immediately.

At this moment, although they were very courageous due to their numerical advantage, they were still intimidated by the aura emanating from Li Qing.

Hota signaled to them, and Wuren and Morta immediately dispersed to both sides, drew their scimitars, and surrounded Li Qing.

Li Qing sighed sadly, "This is a holy place, it must not be desecrated."

Hota sneered and looked at his two companions: "How tactless."

"Let's save this blind man."

When Wu Ren heard the order, he immediately took a step forward, but before his feet touched the ground, Li Qing had already moved.

It was like a dead clay sculpture, which turned into a blurry afterimage in an instant.

His arm swung out like a whip, and the hard edge of his palm chopped towards Wu Ren's neck at an astonishing speed.

Between the electric light and flint.

There was only a sound of bones cracking, and Wu Ren was knocked heavily to the ground.

His face was distorted with pain, his head was twisted at a strange angle, and foam mixed with blood was gushing out of his mouth.

After falling to the ground, he soon stopped breathing and was deader than dead.

At the same time, Morta swung his sword, but Li Qing seized the opportunity accurately and swung aside in an instant.

Morta was extremely powerful, and he swung his sword back with his left hand, the tip of the sword brushing past Li Qing's head.

Li Qing fell to the ground and rolled, then took advantage of the momentum to attack.

His legs swept across like a sickle, hitting Morta's calves hard.

There was another sound of bones crackling.

Morta howled in pain and fell to the ground. The scimitar in his hand flew more than ten meters away and landed on the ground in the distance with a clang.

Taking advantage of the opportunity, Li Qing quickly turned over and stood up, and without hesitation kicked him hard, breaking his sternum.

The broken ribs pierced his fragile heart, and Morta let out a nearly suffocating scream of pain, even his eyeballs popped out in severe pain.

After struggling for a moment.

His head tilted and he died completely.

"handsome!"

"A simple and unpretentious fighting and killing technique."

"These two stupid cannon fodders have been sold out again. Haha, how pitiful!"

"To correct the previous mistake, this cannot be called martial arts, but should be called martial arts."

"Finally, there's a normal protagonist."

"Yeah, it's really rare!"

"But then again, is this considered a great achievement or just a minor one?"

"He calls himself a divine fist, what do you think?" "I guess Su Dada's character is based on Jin Lao's sweeping monk, the most powerful man in the world."

"The strongest? Are you kidding? This is the Rune Land. No matter how powerful a mortal's martial arts are, they can never defeat those gods and demons."

"Don't worry, the story has just begun. Who can say for sure whether we can defeat them?"

"Morta's backpack fell to the ground, and the jewels inside were scattered all over the ground."

"Li Qing was just about to pick it up."

"But I don't want to."

"A sword flash came from behind."

"Your skills are pretty good among monks." Hota waved his sword in the air, and the tip of the sword drew a light-speed trajectory in the air.

He laughed loudly: "But you are not facing a reckless man who can only swing a sword."

"Do you think you are fast?" Li Qing asked calmly.

"I'm not those two idiots!" Hota responded confidently, and then his eyes revealed murderous intent, "I once received the most rigorous swordsmanship training, what about you?"

Li Qing did not rush to respond, and the two began to circle around and test each other.

Hota observed the monk, who was also closely watching his movements.

He found that Li Qing's steps were brisk and steady, and every step seemed to be precisely calculated.

As time went on, Horta felt more and more uneasy. His every movement and every breath seemed to be controlled by the other party.

Finally, he couldn't bear it anymore.

He let out a roar, and his body shot forward like an arrow, drawing his sword and launching a series of quick and precise slashes and thrusts.

However, Li Qing was like a young leaf swaying in the wind, deftly avoiding all his attacks.

Although he kept swinging his sword to attack, each attack was skillfully resolved by Li Qing, without even making the opponent sweat.

Li Qing's calm expression and casual contempt deeply hurt Hota's proud heart.

He was furious.

He concentrated his attention on recalling the scenes from his past training sessions, and as the power deep within his heart was awakened, bits of memory burned in his chest.

He gathered his anger and strength into one sword and slashed it hard.

However, Li Qing turned lightly again to avoid the attack.

He bent his knees, his body tense.

"not bad."

Li Qing praised him lightly, then shook his head indifferently, "It's a pity that anger has blinded your reason. It has consumed you and dragged you to death."

The trickles of energy began to quietly gather around Li Qing. Hota felt that the stone chamber was getting hotter and hotter, as if he was in a volcanic cave.

suddenly.

A powerful energy surged like a violent wave, forming a surging vortex that tightly wrapped Li Qing.

Seeing this, Hota retreated in fear, and even the sword slipped from his hand.

Li Qing's muscles were trembling all over, as if he was trying hard to control some power that he could not contain.

The air in the stone chamber began to flow, and the sound of wind gradually rose, like a roar in a storm, and in an instant it turned into a deafening roar.

"I was wrong, I'm sorry, let me go back!!"

Hota knelt on the ground in fear, his voice full of despair.

However, the killer move has been made.

How about taking it back?

【Heavenly Sound Wave】

A light blue energy ball suddenly shot out from Li Qing's palm and instantly penetrated Hota's chest.

In an instant.

Hota trembled as if struck by lightning and spit out a mouthful of blood.

Immediately afterwards, Li Qing was pushed out by the surging energy storm and leaped behind Hota like a bolt of lightning.

【Echo Shot】

"Yikku!!!"

He kicked Hota in the back, sending him flying and smashing into the wall.

Soon, cracks appeared in the wall, gradually spreading, and finally collapsing with a loud bang.

Hota fell limply to the ground.

Every bone in his spine turned to powder like porcelain.

"You had the chance to avoid suffering, but you didn't take advantage of it."

"Now, you will pay the price."

(End of this chapter)