Lin Kun did not retreat but stepped out one step, and when that foot fell, his strength burst out, like a violent wind, the earth flew sideways, and his robe was windless.

Lin Kun was about to face Gangfeng head-on, this scene made Fang Mo who was not far away shocked, his eyes were round, and they were about to bulge out, and he was stunned and swallowed his saliva on the spot, a little difficult to imagine the next scene.

"Eight Desolation Fist, Great Desolate Body!"

The young man with shining eyes greeted him with a punch, without the slightest gorgeousness, simple as earth.

But under such a punch, the sharp wind was shattered. The strong wind generated by Lin Kun's punch continued unabated, and it didn't stop until it was three inches in front of Zhou Xing's face.

Seeing the power of this punch, Lin Kun's eyebrows, which were a little better than the woman's eyebrows, trembled, "My current strength is really weak!

If it was a hundred and eighty years ago, Lin Kun believed that after his punch went down, just like Zhou Xing's goods, seventy or eighty, it would have turned into ashes at the bottom of the pot long ago, and it would still give the other party a look of contempt for him.

"Hahaha!" Zhou Xing laughed and said, "What? Is this your strength!

After finishing speaking, Zhou Xing's eyes were radiant, and a faint halo also floated out behind her.

In that halo, Lin Kun seemed to be able to vaguely see a figure, a gray-haired old man, with a face full of vicissitudes, I don't know how many years he has lived.

Lin Kun's heart burst out a few times, and he was shocked, what kind of immortal operation is this, and it can be like this? Why haven't I seen it in a book before? Sure enough, it is better to believe in a book than to have no book.

Countless valuable experiences are in the memories of the bigwigs, who will be bored to share those precious treasures, isn't it stupid.

"What a powerful martial arts!" In the distance, Fang Mo rubbed his eyes and said in surprise after confirming again.

From a very early age, Lin Kun already knew that in this world, there are levels in every field. However, the most reliable is the promotion level divided in cultivation, and the others are very general, what others think, Lin Kun doesn't know, anyway, he doesn't agree at all.

In the same way, martial arts are also divided into levels, starting from the beginner level and going up to the intermediate level and the advanced level.

It is said that above that high level, there are many special martial arts, and the power is beyond the understanding of the world, and that level of martial arts is no longer something that people can create.

Let's not talk about the special kind, let's talk about this high-level martial arts. High-level martial arts are already unpredictable, very terrifying, extremely high requirements for users, people with poor qualifications, let alone how much power they can exert, if they are not eaten to death by martial arts, they should burn high incense.

At first, Lin Kun's Eight Desolation Fist, as well as the Sharp Thunder Leg, these are all elementary martial arts, and there is no technique, basically as long as it is a person, it can be learned.

Even the Lin family does not have a high-level martial arts, at most there is an intermediate martial arts, and it is still a broken version.

This shows the preciousness of high-level martial arts.

However, here today, this young man named Zhou Xing, the level of the martial arts he has displayed has probably reached the intermediate level, and looking at the momentum, even among the intermediate martial arts, he will have a certain reputation.

The earth on the ground flew, and the cold wind came from nowhere, hitting the people directly, and it hurt hotly.

It's nothing, even the soul seems to tremble under that yin wind.

Lin Kun, whose life experience has been lost and his memory has been sealed, only frowned a few times, and he is not timid, let alone retreating. The young Lin Kun narrowed his eyes instead, and a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

The Eight Desolation Fist was unleashed in Lin Kun's hand, and in terms of power, it was not very different from before, but its speed was several times faster than when it was first cast.

Moreover, Lin Kun also has the blessing of the Great Wilderness Body, and his combat power is terrifying, but even so, Lin Kun still has no bottom in his heart.

The Zhou Xing he faced this time was too powerful, his strength was already much stronger than Lin Kun, he was in the early stage of the Dixuan Realm, and the other party also had intermediate martial arts.

The sum of these many things made Lin Kun's heart feel powerless.

On the other hand, Zhou Xing, who is not from Zhuye City, has gloomy eyes and a little murderous aura. It seems that this young man is also a ruthless person.

"Wind Demon Phantom, come out!"

Zhou Xing shouted, and then, as if receiving a summons, his phantom stepped out of the void, levitating behind the fierce youth.

The sky darkened suddenly, as if dark clouds had suddenly come for thousands of miles, enveloping the entire sky.

The feeling of depression spread, and Fang Mo in the distance couldn't help but take a few steps back, his breath was not smooth, and his complexion was ugly.

Even the red-armored woman who was a few feet away tightened her eyebrows at this time, thinking that even if she went out, under Zhou Xing's move, it would not be so easy to stop.

The red-armored woman's fairy eyes were solemn, "I don't know what that person's background is? ”

"I don't know if that aunt is here?" the red-armored woman lowered her eyebrows, her voice so small that only she knew the content.

The Eight Desolation Fist has been exerted to the extreme by Lin Kun, and it is difficult to improve it by half a point, and the Great Desolation Body is completely operational. At this moment, compared with the early stage of the Dixuan Realm, the strength of the young man is probably very close.

However, proximity is only proximity after all.

After a few breaths, Lin Kun's body suddenly spread a desolate intent. This desolation is very powerful, like the sea and the great mountains suddenly descending. The insects on the ground and the green grass on the ground have all turned into dead insects and dead grass under that desolation, and they can't find any life.

In the next moment, the Wind Demon Phantom reached out with a hand and pressed it in the air, very slowly as a snail crawling.

But it was such a slow speed, and the aura emanating from it was extremely terrifying. Under the pressure of this breath, the heavens and the earth seemed to be like ants, fragile and unbearable.

Under the terrifying coercion of the phantom and virtual hands, Lin Kun's brows were also furrowed, and they all became a lump.

Now that the arrow is on the string, he has to send it, so I saw Lin Kun's eyes gushing out resolutely, and his right foot stepped up, and suddenly dead leaves flew all over the ground.

Since he had Xuanli and left the cave, the young man who had never given full play to his strength had gathered the two terrible forces of Xuanli and Desolation on top of his fist at this time.

Lin Kun punched it.

In an instant, the energy storm spread out directly, frantically heading in all directions, and wherever it passed, don't think that anything could exist in peace.

Fang Mo, who was a pond fish for nothing, quickly raised his arm and blocked a large pile of loess, with a shocked expression on his face. For a long time, although he was very optimistic about this young man whose realm was lower than himself because Lin Kun saved him, he felt that his strength might be very terrifying. However, now it seems that he still underestimated Lin Kun.

Fang Mo picked up his arm again and tossed back and forth in front of his eyes for a long time, only then did the dust completely disperse. Putting away the shock in his heart, he stared as big as his eyes could get, and he wanted to see through the dust and see the young man inside.

It took a long time for the dust to clear.

There was one person who came out of the dust ahead of time, and this person was Lin Kun.

After the young man flew out, he vomited blood in a big gulp, and he couldn't stop it.

It turned out that Lin Kun was beaten into the dust by Zhou Xing, and looking at the young man's condition at the moment, he was obviously seriously injured, and his face was paler than snowflakes.

Fang Mo, who had been watching the battle from afar, immediately swept over quickly and helped Lin Kun who fell to the ground up.

The young man who had just been lifted up spat out a mouthful of blood and fell to the ground, staining the earth red.

Fang Mo frowned deeply, and asked with concern, "How is it, are you okay?"

Lin Kun didn't speak, and shook his head.