Hong Xiguan's fist went straight and straight, without the slightest trick and fancy, and the fist wind went against the current, instantly generating a fist, like a comet sweeping the tail, the momentum was huge, and it contained the power of opening mountains and cracking stones.

Su Mingchuan's heart was slight, he abandoned the sword for the first time, lightly swiped back ten zhang, just landed, and swept back, like three times, widened the distance between him and Hong Xiguan, between him and Hong Xiguan, the bluestone street cracked inch by inch, as if it was smashed by a heavy hammer falling from the sky.

"The road is simple, General Hong walks the avenue of the world, Su admires. Su Mingchuan said lightly.

"Deputy Pavilion Master Su is polite, since Deputy Pavilion Master Su has already said that there is no distinction between you and me, and Xi Chu's follow-up measures will not be on the surface. Hong thinks that shit and fart are a pleasure, don't be tempting between you and me!" Hong Xiguan turned sideways slightly, with one hand in front of him and behind the other, and made a gesture of please.

"It's not rough, General Hong is a real person. Su Mingchuan nodded slightly, there was no sword in his hand, and the deputy pavilion master of the Xichu Sword Pavilion casually picked up the bamboo sticks and windmills that were thrown by the children playing on the street, and pointed at Hong Xiguan from afar.

The wind rose from the long street, blew through the alleys along the street, rolled up a small tornado, the windmill in Su Mingchuan's hand slowly and leisurely spun up, making a squeaky sound, not far from the long street, on another official road that led directly to the outside of Xueyong City, Sima Yi took the lead and rushed out of the city. He Sima Yi guarded the city for ten years, and built Xueyong City into a northwest fortress, and he was very confident in the interior of the city, without a spy from Western Chu, without a killer.

The horses' hooves fell to the ground, in unison, making a sound like thunder. The sound of thunder is getting farther and farther away, but the wind on the long street is getting more and more urgent, and I don't know whose discarded tattered straw mats are rolling along the long street along this gust of wind. The windmill in Su Mingchuan's hand turned faster and faster, and became more and more urgent.

Suddenly, the wind fell silent.

Hong Xiguan began to rush forward, pulling one hand behind him, outlining a perfect arc, and his body pulled out phantoms in the air, each of which showed a different fist posture, which was magical.

The starting style of the deputy pavilion master of the Sword Pavilion on the opposite side is much simpler, a pair of plain blue cloth shoes is like wading across the river, staggering, but there is a different rhythm, the windmill in his hand is a sword, directly stabbing the deputy general of the Zhenxi Army, a generation of grandmasters holding a windmill to fight against people, thinking about it is funny.

But this funny and ridiculous scene appears in Snow Surge City, and it is really a bit absurd.

The fist and the windmill collided in an instant, and the phantom shadow left behind Hong Xiguan was unified at the same time, and the energy of the mountains and mountains continued to superimpose, and the fist slammed on the windmill, and the windmill that was spinning rapidly suddenly stopped, as if it had been choked by the throat, and the fierce fist of the deputy general of the Zhenxi Army was poured into the windmill, and the paper windmill exploded into pieces, leaving only a slender bamboo stick in Su Mingchuan's hand.

The fist did not stop, and the place where the strength was exhausted was unprovoked, and continued to bombard the bamboo stick, and the imaginary scene of the broken bamboo stick did not appear, but bent out of a huge arc, bent and continuous, and slammed into the ground with Hong Xiguan's fist, boom, the fist fell on the ground, smashing out a bottomless pit.

At the same time, Su Mingchuan twisted his feet, and four or two thousand catties vented the aftermath of Hong Xiguan's fist, and the bamboo stick in his hand was like a sharp sword, turning a thorn into a thorn, leading Hong Xiguan's fist to blast away.

Seeing that Hong Xiguan's fist was exhausted, Su Mingchuan couldn't help but sigh lightly, and was about to change the direction from the bamboo stick that was guarding the specialty, and knocked on the left side in front of him, this knock was like hitting the twilight bell, extremely dull, but it did not leak the domineering and unparalleled fist style.

The deputy pavilion master of the Xichu Sword Pavilion chose to retreat, and at the same time, he did not allow him to knock to one place, and knocked out eighty-one swords in the blink of an eye, only to vent Hong Xiguan's ubiquitous fist, and at the same time bent his finger to the mine pool, a sword connected to a sword, and a group of sword qi was suspended in the air, and the sword qi was used to match the mysterious sword moves between the sword qi to form a thunder pool cage.

Su Mingchuan has become the representative of the combat power of the Western Chu Sword Pavilion with swordsmanship, but it is not that the sword energy of the deputy pavilion master of Su is not good, on the contrary, the deputy pavilion master of Su is good at calculation, and the use of sword qi has reached the peak, reaching a level of incomparable comparison, and the absorption and release of every wisp of sword qi are strictly controlled.

Hong Xiguan walked forward, every step forward, there was a trace of sword qi that affected the thunder pool, bursting a cloud of sword qi, Hong Xiguan was too lazy to peel off the cocoon, and the breath came out vigorously, like the supreme heavenly might, bombarding the thunder pool, which had just exploded like a thunderbolt, turned into a dull sound, just like that, Hong Xiguan passed through the thunder pool.

Finally, the sword qi thunder pool collapsed, which further set off Hong Xiguan's vigorous posture, which was heartbreaking.

Su Mingchuan was not afraid at all, his green shirt was ironed, his black hair was leaning back, and the bamboo stick in his hand was raised to the sky, as if provoking the Tianshan Mountain and throwing it into the air, a long rainbow exploded from the sky, and a sword flew from the sky.

I don't know if it was the confidence of the Northern Wei Dynasty boxing god, or conceited, he stomped down with a heavy kick, and the entire Xueyong City trembled, and the long street that was already full of devastation was destroyed again, and those bluestone slabs and broken stones flew upside down into the air, shooting a sword Changhong in the air.

Su Mingchuan's sword outside the sky turned into ten thousand swords, the sword fell like rain, and the stones pulled by Hong Xiguan's breath went upstream, the two met in the air, a crackling sound echoed on the long street, and finally connected into a line, like a firecracker lit on Chinese New Year's Eve, the sword energy disappeared, the stones were shattered, and it was shocking.

Hong Xiguan's boxing technique is open and united, fighting with people, never dragging mud and water, ordinary people fighting, breath and physical strength will gradually weaken with the passage of time, Hong Xiguan is just the opposite, breath and physical strength is a rising process that keeps raising his head, Vice General Hong seems to have an endless mountain of gold in his body, the more he excavates, the more appalling it is, it is amazing.

Among the world's super-first-class masters, Hong Xiguan is the youngest, followed by Zhang Shenggu, a white-clothed sword immortal in Jiankang City in Southern Liang. If you are ranking the rivers and lakes, the Taitai Domain, the Three Uniques, Liu Baitong, Wei Mocheng, Nalan Tuoya, Su Mingchuan and others are the first generation, the unique Tuoba Longye, Hong Xiguan and Zhang Shenggu and others built the second generation of rivers and lakes, followed by Li Yuanhao, Zhao Xingtu, Murong Ke, Fan Xiaokuai, Liu Qing, Tuoba Longshan and others' third-generation rivers and lakes, the third-generation rivers and lakes are still in the process of immature growth, except for Zhao Xingtu and Zhao Wufeng teamed up to ask the sword Huang Chunfeng, and Li Yuanhao slashed the Buddha of Kongdao, there has never been a sign that the blue is better than the blue. But for the second generation of rivers and lakes, it is no longer inferior to the first generation of rivers and lakes

And today's battle between Hong Xiguan and Su Mingchuan, the first person in the world to fight against the first person in Xichu's combat power, has verified this statement.

Hong Xiguan's boxing method is superb, if it is on the vast battlefield, punching like a dragon and tiger, the power is doubled, but today on the narrow long street, there is a feeling that he can't stretch his legs and feet, Su Mingchuan occupies the geographical advantage, and Xueyong City is located in the Northern Wei Dynasty, and the deputy general of the Zhenxi Army occupies the geographical advantage, and the two are equally divided.

"Deputy Pavilion Master Su, is this the skill of the Western Chu Sword Pavilion? Hong was a little disappointed. Hong Xiguan opened his mouth and took a steady step forward, only five or six zhang away from Su Mingchuan.

Su Mingchuan smiled slightly, holding a bamboo stick, staggering forward under his feet, like a drunken man, he couldn't find the place to go home, the bamboo stick seemed to be a thorn and a slash, like a split and a stroke.

Hong Xiguan narrowed his eyes: "There is a purple bamboo large array in Luoyang City of Western Chu, and the pace of Deputy Pavilion Master Su seems to be disorderly, upside down, but in fact, it is in accordance with the large array." If Hong's guess is right, Deputy Pavilion Master Su's next sword will have a great creation!"

Su Mingchuan didn't answer, but the soft bamboo stick in his hand was exposed, a sword fluttered horizontally, the restaurant on the left side of his body was cut by the waist, the two-story building rose into the air, and countless sword intent swayed by, and the building that was still in the air was strangled and chopped, the smoke and dust were flying, and the hustle and bustle were scattered.

The enemy on the opposite side was violent, but Hong Xiguan looked at the sky, the master of the Divine Heaven Realm has a unique sense of heaven and earth, saying that it is self-made heaven and earth, and it is okay to create original rules. At the beginning of the Confucius Ceremony, Liu Qing relied on the corpse demon array to create the world by himself, which was the first hint of Qi Tianjing's peeping into the Shentian Realm, and Su Mingchuan was a real master of the Shentian Realm, and it was already rumored that Deputy Pavilion Master Su had crossed the Shentian Realm and appeared in the unfathomable realm of the gods.

Therefore, Su Mingchuan seems to be a sword in the world, the real killing machine comes from the sky, and sure enough, the sky above the long street began to droop as Su Mingchuan got closer and closer to Hong Xiguan, as if there were a pair of hands pressing the sky under the firmament, and after the blink of an eye, the sky breath of that place had come to the long street, and the beams of the surrounding wooden buildings made a sound of being crushed and broken.

It's not sword qi oppression, it's not sword intent oppression, it's heavenly suppression!

The mountains are edgeless, the heaven and the earth are harmonious, and at this moment, it is the real heaven and the earth are combined!

Hong Xiguan arched his back and straightened his waist, his bones crackled, his feet were rooted in the ground, and his fists were placed on his waist at the same time. The Northern Wei Dynasty boxing god has not yet punched, there is a faint thunder and lightning around the body, which is caused by the breath leaking through the air, at the beginning, the thunder and lightning are as thin as a gossamer, faintly visible to the naked eye, and gradually thick as a finger, dazzling can not be seen directly, and finally maintained at a peak.

At the same time, the sky had fallen to the top of Hong Xiguan's head, between heaven and earth!

The tip of the needle is on the verge of a touch.

On the long street, the two of them were gathering momentum, so it was not lively, and on the other hand, Li Yuanhao, who only showed one head, was leisurely, and his mouth was full of broken thoughts: "Amazing, amazing, they are all immortals!

Wu Changhe and Suo Bilong were more relaxed than Li Yuanhao, drinking tea and eating fruits, so unhappy, Lord Zhongtang spit out a jujube core and walked in front of Li Yuanhao: "Your Majesty, the old minister is not a cultivator, I can't see why, what can Your Majesty see?"

Li Yuanhao turned his head and smiled: "I always thought that Lord Zhongtang knew everything, but I didn't expect that there would be times when I didn't understand today." ”

Wu Changhe laughed: "There are many things that Lao Chen doesn't understand, such as never understanding what is the family and the country and the world and what is the country and the society in his life. ”

"I understand that I have become a god and a god. Li Yuanhao's donkey head said a word to the horse's mouth, and stretched out his finger and pointed to the two people on the long street: "Brother Hong takes his body as the Ding furnace, shaping the world inside, the breath pours but does not pass, circulating in the small week, Su Mingchuan on the opposite side is obviously in a higher realm, using the perception of the truth of heaven and earth, taking a point of the big world for his own use, and suppressing it with supreme heavenly might." The two have a tacit understanding, and they only pour out their breath in a small area, otherwise, the two will fight with all their might, Su Mingchuan's sword falling from the sky is more than enough to make the people of Xueyong City die once, and Brother Hong's fist in full swing is enough to make the people of the city die again. ”

Wu Changhe sighed: "This kind of ability to change the world is the biggest injustice for ordinary people. ”

"Lord Zhongtang's words are somewhat similar to Shen Ning'er's point of view, Shen Ning'er also said that this world is a bit weird, there should be an upper limit in the normal world, a person is powerful, he can jump a little higher, and he has more strength, but he should not exceed this upper limit, exceeding this upper limit means that this world is unfair, and it is a world that should collapse......"

Halfway through his words, Li Yuanhao was slightly surprised and couldn't help but look up into the distance.

In order to defend Xichu, Xueyong City has the main gate of the city to the west, and Sima Yi's men and horses have been crossbowing with bows and arrows in the west of the city, and their scimitars are unsheathed, ready to go. Sima Yi sat on the back of the horse, with a heart-protecting steel plate on his chest, looking at the Pingchuan in front of him. Xueyong City is fifty miles east of Xueyong Pass, this fifty miles was originally a dense forest, it was cut down in just a few years, and Xueyong City was cast, Xueyong Pass was not guarded by the Zhenxi Army, most of the troops were hoarded in Xueyong City, and all the troops of Xueyong City were dispatched today, and Sima Yi was confident that all the enemies who came to attack were wiped out.

After waiting for a long time, the wind and thunder in the city were raging, the fight was in full swing, and the wind and waves outside the city were calm, Sima Yi frowned, everything in front of him exceeded his expectations, it was too quiet, it was a little terrifying, he took out the scope from his arms and looked at the ground level in the distance, everything was normal, there was no abnormality.

Suddenly, Sima Yi's mount under his crotch was restless, constantly kicking his front hooves, raising high, falling heavily, and splashing countless dust. Sima Yi touched the neck of the horse, comforted the horses, and the doubts in his heart were even stronger, although Dawei did not have a tall horse, but all the horses that were incorporated into the army had been strictly screened, and they had seen a big scene, so they would not be so restless.

"General, look!" the lieutenant general beside him reminded.

Sima Yi followed the lieutenant's finger and suddenly opened his eyes wide, where heaven and earth meet, an overwhelming colored dark cloud blew like a wind, and in the blink of an eye, it had occupied most of the sky.

The speed of the colored dark clouds is extremely fast, which has exceeded the speed of normal cloud movement, and what is even more puzzling is that the dark clouds appear colorful.

Sima Yi's face was solemn, and he shouted: "Brothers, fight to the death today!"

He suddenly understood who the person who was coming, and the person who came was the most prestigious Sword Pavilion Nine Swords in Western Chu.