However, the expression of the person who punched fused, and his fierce fist smashed out, it was actually a mud cow into the sea, and the person opposite did not move, his eyes were lowered, looking at Nangong Jun, whether it was disdainful or indifferent.

Zhang Kaifeng sneered, the ferocious fist power was dissipated by him, and the Holy Demon Yuan Fetus could dissolve any strength from the outside in. Such an opportunity, let go of the thunder and thunder, and the incomparable fists and fists with majestic fists smashed the shoulders of the stunned people.

The smiling faces of the people who were celebrating were stiff, like lifelike dolls, and they looked at the figure falling at great speed in amazement, unable to return to their senses for a long time.

Nangong Jun stepped down, and a crack in the back of the sole plate extended to the edge of the big pit, and even a slight vibration appeared, and the dark energy was used skillfully. It seems that there is no wind and no waves, and when he stepped on that foot, he also punched hard.

"Peng!"

The figure that fell at great speed smashed down fiercely, splashing billowing smoke, like a thick wolf smoke, straight into the sky.

A large pit with a width of a foot came into view, the pit was full of cracks around it, the body of the person in the pit was half-bent, and the spotless clothes were covered with wet and dry sludge, and the demeanor was completely gone, and the handsome face showed a look of anger for the first time.

"Childe be careful!"

Mu Ran, a startled shout sounded, it was Nangong Jun's servant shouting. Nangong Jun raised his head, the smoke cleared, and his eyes reflected, a foot fell from the sky, like a god descending divine punishment, and his feet seemed to carry wind and thunder, the momentum was amazing, and he stepped on Nangong Jun fiercely in the pit.

Such a naked humiliation of a future overlord of the Northern Plains, only Zhang Kaifeng can do it in today's martial arts. The crowd watching the battle was dumbfounded, not even knowing that they swallowed their saliva unnaturally.

Even if Nangong Jun has practiced the kung fu he has cultivated on weekdays, he is also angry at this moment in the face of the soles of his feet stepping on the door in front of him, if he retreats, then the prestige he has established in the northern plains will be gone, and even these noble children will be disappointed, and this attack and defense are not to go secretly, so he can only respond to the enemy. Moreover, what made him angry was that he took the lead in attacking with the martial realm, and he wanted to kill the enemy in one fell swoop, even if he couldn't, at least he could test out what the white-haired young man's martial realm was, so that he would not suffer in the next battle, but Nangong Jun didn't calculate it, he didn't get anything, and he was beaten down from the sky, and he lost face.

Nangong Jun stepped down, and a crack in the back of the sole plate extended to the edge of the big pit, and even a slight vibration appeared, and the dark energy was used skillfully. It seems that there is no wind and no waves, and when he stepped on that foot, he also punched hard.

The momentum of the soles of the feet that swooped down was amazing, and the person who punched might as well let it go more, and the tip of the needle was against Maimang, and they collided together in an instant.

"Boom!"

An earth-shattering sound erupted between heaven and earth, and the wind shook the four fields, and the two people who fought each other made all the places in Fang Yuan collapse.

The faces of the people watching the battle changed greatly, and they hurriedly retreated, and the fierce wind that hit them was fierce, and everything they touched was shattered, and those chariots and horses were not taken away, and they died violently on the spot.

Everyone was taken aback, looking nervously at the smoke that had not yet dissipated.

Suddenly, with a wild shout, a wave of waves, the smoke dispersed, and a figure flew out upside down, it was Zhang Kaifeng.

The pit has changed greatly, becoming broken, most of Nangong Jun's legs are even deeper in the soil, he has long disappeared when he shook off the white-haired youth just now, leaving only the deep two marks, and rushed to the edge of the pit in the blink of an eye, his eyes flashed, and he collapsed the pit mouth with one kick, and his speed skyrocketed, and he was almost invisible.

As soon as Zhang Kaifeng, who flew out upside down, landed on his feet, he saw the faint figure rushing towards him, and the incomparably fierce fist mark slammed into the chest of the white-haired young man. Moves and people appear almost in a matter of seconds, which is not to give the white-haired youth a chance to breathe.

Seeing this, Zhang Kaifeng actually endured that breath and didn't vomit, the soles of his feet shook suddenly, he raised his arms and palms to forcibly catch the fierce fist, and the whole person was pushed out in an instant, and the speed of regression was amazing.

Killing the enemy with one punch is exactly the effect that Nangong Jun is pursuing, and forcing the white-haired young man to have no choice is also his calculation, and he has already thought of the latter move when he makes a move, and the depth of the city is worthy of being the future overlord of Beiyuan. Being pushed out by the person in front of him for a few zhang and still showing no signs of slowing down Zhang Kaifeng of course knew the other party's calculations, but he would not follow the other party's rhythm so simply, the demon yuan in his body was shocked, and the holy demon yuan turned into the attacking fist, and the huge force pushed by the body in an instant decreased sharply, seizing this momentary opportunity, the soil behind his heel suddenly cracked into a deep ravine, and his left foot stepped first at the same time, and in the middle of the time, the fist passed through the clothes on his chest. After the sole of the left foot that stepped out took root like thunder, the whole person's body was completely retracted, and the strong force was transmitted from the waist, turning Nangong Jun to the back, and at the same time, the arm was bent, and it only hit Nangong Jun's heart with an elbow blow.

Suddenly, the white-haired young man actually transferred the strength of his punch and slammed it away at him, and the sound of a shocking explosion in the air was piercing, making people's eardrums tingle. Nangong Jun's heart shook, but he didn't shake his mind, and in an instant, he stepped on the ground, turned back, and hit him with an elbow.

"Peng!"

The two incompatible forces collided together, alarming the heavens and the earth, and the remaining strength was incomparable, and a deep ravine suddenly appeared around them. And they were all shaken apart by their respective forces, and their figures all shot backwards.

The figure that shot out of the inverted foot was shocked, and the retreat stopped suddenly, Zhang Kaifeng took advantage of the situation to breathe out, the turbid qi was exhausted, and the spirit and spirit rose in an instant. I saw him twist his sword fingers, and at the mention of the peerless holy demon sword, the sonorous sword rang into his ears, and the sword intent instantly diffused out.

The hand holding the hilt of the sword, slowly pulled out the long sword in the sheath, the sound of the friction between the long sword and the scabbard at this moment was extremely clear in the ears, although it was a few feet away, it still could not stop the terrible sword sound, like a sharp blade pierced into the heart of a person, the heart could not bear it, his face became more and more pale, and his breathing showed signs of confusion. And, in the heavy breathing, the eyes of these spectators were red, and it was clear that their situation was not good.

"Don't stare at that sword, you can't bear this kind of sword intent!" Nangong Jun suddenly condensed, and the sound of the cheer was mixed with a strong internal force, which clearly entered the ears of those who were watching.

The cheers were heard, and the people watching the battle from a distance woke up like a dream, and their expressions were shocked, what happened to them just now, they would lose consciousness inexplicably. The true qi in the body was running around, and they almost went mad, if it weren't for Nangong Jun's internal force to disperse the sword intent, they would have been killed by the true qi retrograde meridians at this time.

After the horror, these people no longer dared to stare at the white-haired young man drawing his sword at will, and they were protecting their bodies with true yuan all the time, so they dared to continue watching.

And every time the hand that drew the sword pulled out an inch of the sword body, the sword aura became more and more powerful, and the sword intent became more and more powerful. Next to him, the sword was full of scars, and the killing intent was full.

Finally, the sound of the sword was over, all the long swords were pulled out, Zhang Kaifeng held the hilt of the sword with both hands, the tip of the sword was straight up, the sword was full of sword energy, there was no sense of cold and heat here, some were cold, only the cold to the bone, which made people tremble.

Just drawing the sword, not yet out of the sword, already has such a breathtaking power, it is really terrifying, the crowd watching the battle retreated again and again, nearly a hundred meters away, can still hear the sound of the sheath long sword rubbing, even the dazzling sword, they are so far away still feel cold.

Nangong Jun's handsome face had already put away his thoughts that he shouldn't have at this moment, and he no longer showed his expression, but it was conceivable that he was dignified. The power of the white-haired young man's sword is enough to prove that he is a strong man in the realm of the void, and he is also a person with good swordsmanship, and he has not yet tested what the white-haired youth's martial realm is, so he is doubly careful and does not dare to be careless. Open his mouth and breathe, his strength has been improved, his upright body exudes a compelling atmosphere, his sleeve cannon hunting, a golden long sword was pulled out by him, the golden light is shining, the edge is exposed, and it is an extraordinary blade at a glance.

"You are the first person to ask me to draw my sword, my sword is called the Reverse God, and in conjunction with my Reverse God Sword Technique, I will definitely cut you under the sword today. Nangong Jun said in a deep voice.

"Against God, in front of God, you may be able to!" Zhang Kaifeng's tone was cold and his words were domineering: "However, there is no life against me." ”

The domineering words are shocking, if you don't see the momentum of this sword, no one will believe that he has this kind of strength, and the future overlord of the high heel Beiyuan is either a madman or a fool when he talks like this, and now the facts are in front of him, this is a strong man that they all have to admit. In an instant, it was overwhelming murderous aura, and the cold and senseless killing intent made people feel like falling into hell, this is a lifeless sword, blood will be seen when the sword comes out, and the sword out of the sheath is extremely ruthless.

(End of chapter)