Outside, south of Broken Peak Mountain.

The holy power is pervasive, the supreme trend is sweeping, the heaven and the earth are changing color, the sky is shrouded in dark clouds, and the thunder is bursting, but the storm has not yet fallen.

The Saint-level realm that permeated from a Saint-level powerhouse enveloped the low-peak terrain, making it a forbidden area, but this Saint-level power did not sweep over the entire Broken Peak Mountain, but only shrouded the low-peak mountain in the south.

Otherwise, among these great saint-level powerhouses, there is even the existence of the Great Saint Realm, and that saint-level coercion swept the entire Broken Peak Mountain uncontrollably, and among the ancient martial artists gathered on the Broken Peak Mountain, except for those who have reached the Saint-level realm in their own strength, no one can resist them.

Rao is like this, those ordinary ancient martial artists on Broken Peak Mountain are all silent, and they don't dare to move. Rao is holy power did not suppress them, but they also sensed it, and knew that something terrible must have happened to the south.

Among them, no one dared to go to check it, they only felt that the terrain of the low peak was like a flood beast, and once it was close to the past, it was completely self-defeating.

Xuanyuan Wulie looked southward, the gaze in his eyes flashed with a hint of complexity, as the head of the Xuanyuan family, of course he knew that there was this ambush attack.

But why is this battle not over?

The four saint-level powerhouses, the existence of the two great saint realms, are all helpless to be a bad old man who has fallen into the martial arts realm?

Gradually, Xuanyuan Wulie's face became a little solemn.

Bai Xiannian's face was originally a little worried, but as the battle on the southern low peak began, after feeling the supreme fist intent that penetrated heaven and earth, the hidden worry on his face gradually disappeared, and he couldn't help but say silently in his heart, people are not old, Ye Wusheng is still the Ye Wusheng who can be called the heroes back then!

Gu Xiangtian, Tantai Qingfeng and the others were the same, and there was even a look of amazement on their faces, they never thought that Ye Wusheng, who had been rumored to be in the realm of martial arts, was still a teenager when he returned!

With such a Ye Wusheng, who would dare to despise it?

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The low peak to the south.

Old man Ye staggered to his feet, blood was bleeding from the corner of his mouth, and he was already injured.

But he didn't care at all, took out a small wine jug, and poured a sip of wine with a mouthful full of blood, such a move didn't seem to take the four saint-level powerhouses in front of him in his eyes.

is so arrogant, so lightweight-lifting, and extremely freehand, from which we can get a glimpse of how arrogant and arrogant Old Man Ye was when he was young.

Wu Zu's skinny face couldn't help but move slightly, and he couldn't help but admire, and said: "Ye Wusheng's strength lies in Donkey Kong's physique, but also in his unparalleled fist intent! I haven't seen Ye Wusheng's demeanor decades ago, and when I see it tonight, it really lives up to my reputation." ”

Wu Zu's words came from the bottom of his heart, although he was besieging Ye Wusheng right now, it did not affect his respect for Ye Wusheng.

Such an opponent, such a Ye Wusheng, is worthy of his respect.

Wu Zu's words also told the truth, although Old Man Ye's martial arts realm fell, he could still use his fist intent that was the best in the ancient martial arts realm to make up for it, and he also had Donkey Kong realm protection.

Therefore, whoever wants to think that Old Man Ye's martial arts can be bullied and killed at will when he falls into the realm, it will be a big mistake!

The old man in the black scarf's gaze was gloomy, he was hit by Old Man Ye's fist that pressed all the heroes, even if he had the holy power protection body of the Great Saint Realm, under the unparalleled fist intent attack of Old Man Ye, he would inevitably be injured.

"Old man Xuanyuan, you have a handful of old bones, do you want to sit down and rest for a while?" Old man Ye squinted, and then said, "It's really that good people don't live long, and bad people live for a thousand years! Then you might as well use the old man's fist to take your life. ”

The old man in the black scarf's face was unmoved, but the killing intent in his eyes became more and more fierce, and he said coldly: "What are you waiting for? Ye Wu has been injured, he is already at the end of his crossbow, and he is not far from death! Everyone work together to send him to hell!"

"Hahaha-" Old Man Ye laughed, and then he laughed suddenly, with a great momentum of a horizontal knife, he said, "The old man's life is here, whoever has the ability will come and take it!"

As he spoke, Old Man Ye's old body, which had already been dimmed, burst forth again, dazzling and dazzling, like a Buddha with a golden body.

In the turbulent night, this old man, with a horizontal knife, was alone in the four saints, but his face did not change, and he was angry at the bullfight!

"Those who are about to die dare to kill!"

The old man in the black scarf spoke coldly, and the coercive momentum of his own Great Saint Realm swept out violently, which could be called like covering the sky and the sun, vast and boundless, like that bottomless abyss, accompanied by a strong killing intent to a few points.

The old man in the black scarf evolved into a powerful fist, bringing the ultimate fist of the Xuanyuan family to the fullest.

In an instant, a series of fist shadows appeared in the air, and the power of the Great Sage contained in it was surging like a dark river, and the fist momentum that was urged out was suppressed towards Old Man Ye with a powerful and unparalleled momentum.

Wu Zu's body moved, his right hand turned into a fist, his left hand turned into a palm, and the momentum of the fist palm was reflected in a brilliant light, and the killing power and power that were displayed in an instant rose a step, and with the supreme fist power of the old man in the black scarf, he also attacked and killed the old man Ye.

The old monster and the Boundless Old Holy Lord also moved one after another, with the two Great Saint Realm powerhouses of the Black Turban Old Man and Wu Zu to contain Old Man Ye head-on, they also exerted all their strength, flashed in, and made a sneak attack.

"The old man has nothing else, but he has a pair of fists that have never served old age!

Old man Ye shouted, he evolved his fist, and his fists came out, turning into two brilliant fist streamers, which pierced the sky.

When the magnificent and majestic fist intent contained in his fist was revealed, it actually caused a total resonance between heaven and earth, and there was a loud vibrating sound.

Old man Ye basically ignored the attack from the old monster and the Boundless Old Holy Lord, and the punch of the shot was more to shock back or defuse their attack and kill as much as possible, and then the fist intent that resonated with heaven and earth met the fist attack of Wu Zu, but the stronger fist was mainly aimed at the old man in the black scarf.

With this punch, Old Man Ye still did not force back, and continued to exchange injuries with the old man in the black scarf.

This time, the old man in the black scarf was smart and had already prepared, so the punch he evolved resisted the punch to Old Man Ye, and he punched again, and the rungs hit Old Man Ye's fist to attack.

Thundered!

The impact of the terrifying saint-level power roared, like thunder rolling down, descending on the low peak.

Sou!

Under the joint efforts of the four great sages, Old Man Ye was forced to retreat again and was injured again.

But this stubborn old man, but he stood up again and again, but rushed up again and again, the lonely figure was heroic, his fist reflected the sky, his fist spirit shrouded this world, his fighting spirit was like a pillar of heaven, and he would always stand.

The corners of his mouth continued to ooze blood, he never snorted, let alone retreated half a step, the golden glow of Donkey Kong Realm's physique was dim again and again, but it was blazing again and again, and he vowed to let his fist and his fist intent be imprinted in this void!

I'm old, but my fists are no!

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For some reason, when I wrote the following paragraphs, I may have felt the lonely situation and unyielding fighting spirit of this stubborn old man, and my eyes were a little moist.

Maybe one day, the ancient martial arts world will forget this old man, but his fist momentum and his earth-shaking fist intent will not be forgotten.