A figure shot back from the white mang, Zuoqiu with a face full of surprise and fear, holding the handle of the knife with both hands and sticking it into the bluestone floor, his feet were so strong that he had sunk about a foot. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

The bluestone floor flew over, and Zuoqiu's body was like a sharp spear that broke the hard bluestone floor all the way through a distance of hundreds of meters, and only stopped after hitting a stone lion statue.

Zuoqiu didn't hold back a mouthful of blood, spurting out, and the tendons in his whole body didn't know how many were broken, and bursts of scattered and agitated ripples of vitality rose and fell on the surface of his body, as if his body would be torn apart in the next moment.

Most of the vitality he spewed out just now was forcibly beaten back into his body by Li Xuan, such a huge amount of vitality, even he couldn't bear it.

Dense filaments of Yuan Qi radiated from his body in all directions, and there were irregular cracks under his feet that scattered more than ten meters in all directions. His body was trembling, trying to vent the power of his body into the air around him.

A second ago, it was as radiant as a short knife of the golden sun, but at this time it was dark and dark, without a trace of fluctuation, and there was a visibly dented fist mark on the blade.

Zuoqiu still kept thinking of the earth-destroying punch, which was not weaker than the peak of the general in terms of power.

He had seen Qi Wei attack with all his strength twice, and that kind of world-shattering might could only be equal to this young man's punch.

What kind of fist is that, when it appears, only its existence is left between heaven and earth. All the light, all the wind, all the sounds were all blown away by it. It is impossible to raise the idea of rebellion.

Zuoqiu's previous slash was already his pinnacle, but compared to the punch just now, it was like a young child lifting a boulder and smashing it at a strong man, and finally being hit on his head by a stone stepped on by a strong man.

To a master of Li Xuan's level, if he wants to solve the matter of a character of his level, he can solve it with one punch, if he can't solve it with one punch, then solve it with two punches.

Nangong Ao was a little afraid to look directly at Li Xuan beside him, he felt that he was embarrassed now, and he was simply embarrassing Li Xuan. I don't know when, he cares more and more about Li Xuan's opinion of himself, and subconsciously wants to please Li Xuan.

"Your sword intent is enough to calm down, but you lack a ruthless spirit, if you can get out of it and don't want anything, maybe that person won't be able to force you back step by step. But seriously, the last sword style of defending is really interesting. Li Xuan said comfortingly.

In fact, Nangong Ao's progress is already worlds apart from before he met Li Xuan, and Li Xuan can also clearly feel that everyone is satisfied with Nangong Ao's performance.

Nangong Mufeng had already come to Nangong Ao's side, looking at the knife marks on Nangong Ao's body, with a nervous expression.

"Ao'er, are you alright?"

Although Nangong Ao's appearance looked miserable, the truly powerful knife was Zuoqiu's last sword, but it had been solved by Li Xuan's punch. In an absolutely crushing way, it makes all people feel like a dreamy unrealistic.

At this time, Nangong Mufeng's eyes looking at Li Xuan were not only vigilant, but also filled with awe from the heart, there were few people who could make him awe for so many years. This is the second time that Li Xuan has saved Nangong Ao's life, the first time he just listened to Nangong Ao's dictation, and he didn't have an intuitive concept, this time seeing the danger, Nangong Mufeng's mind couldn't help but change.

"Second uncle, it's okay. Nangong said with a smile.

The experience just now has made his martial arts experience a new level, in the past, he was perfectly guarded by his family, and at this time, his desire to become stronger has never been so strong.

He wants to be strong, and he wants to protect the people he cares about.

"You're scared my sister to death. Nangong Yu ran in front of Nangong Ao, looking at the tragic knife wound on Nangong Ao's body, his hands trembled, and tears couldn't stop flowing.

"Sister, it's not as serious as you think, it's just some minor injuries, and it will be fine in two days. Nangong Ao immediately had a headache, and instead of facing the tears of the second sister, he would rather face Zuoqiu's knife.

Luo Nan looked at Zuoqiu, who was kneeling in the distance and trembling, and it was difficult to even stand up, and his face was ashen.

"Don't kill me, you can't kill me, I beg you, you don't dare to kill me, right? I'm the prince of Dasheng, I'm ......," he muttered to himself, in a voice that only he could hear.

At this time, he was not at all as noble and elegant as the previous Dasheng prince, and he was domineering, and Luo Nan at this time was a poor worm who was bullied.

He thought of that little guy, and he should be able to prove it to him, but after looking left and right, he found that the little guy had already been shocked to death by Zuoqiu's sword qi.

Li Xuan walked towards Luo Nan, who had no master of the six gods, his face was calm, but every step he took seemed to be stepping on Luo Nan's heart with the gravity of Wanjun, making his breathing more and more difficult.

When Li Xuan was still about ten meters away from him, a dodge and the person had already come to Luo Nan, stretched out his right hand and strangled Luo Nan's neck, lifting him up.

Luo Nan's skills had also reached the level of a third-rate lower rank, but in front of Li Xuan, his struggle seemed so pale and powerless.

Li Xuan's palm slowly tightened, Luo Nan's handsome face had slowly turned red, the footsteps of death had never been so close to him, Luo Nan was already heartbroken, wanted to speak, but couldn't spit out a word, and pulled Li Xuan's palm weakly with both hands.

Just when Luo Nan was about to despair, a loud shout came from a distance.

Before the figure arrived, the sound had already rushed directly like a cracked stone piercing the clouds, and waves of sound rushed over like a real tide.

"Stop it. ”

Li Xuan could see clearly, at the end of Chinatown, two figures rushed over one after the other, just a sip of tea, two or three miles away, in an instant.

When the person who came was still about ten meters away from Li Xuan, he rushed straight over with a punch, and the scorching fist gang twisted and pressed some things within a radius of 100 meters with endless domineering.

The majestic power of this punch is like the overturning of thousands of mountains and the monstrous waves. The wonderful thing is that the strength of this punch is restrained, and the power of panic only locks on Li Xuan alone, although there is a small amount of scattering, but it does not have much impact on others.

This punch is ingenious and unworkable, and the Tao is natural, and it already has the meaning of the grandmaster of Tang and Tang.

Li Xuan frowned, his eyes were full of war, and he finally came to a decent master. With a flick of his right hand, he pushed Luo Nan to the side.

Stepping up and punching, he intended to try to see how far his physical strength had reached, and the vitality of his whole body was dormant in the depths of the acupoint. The muscles up and down the body trembled hundreds of times in an instant, and a high-spirited force was generated under the interaction of muscle fibers, like a giant dragon awakened.

Knotted muscles fluttered over the body, and although there was no exaggerated visual impact, every trace carried the power of destruction.

Li Xuan's fist slammed directly into the fist of the person who came, and there was a loud "bang", like Huang Zhong Da Lu resounding through the world, and this grand sound could be heard two or three miles away, and the people nearby obviously felt a trace of vibration.

The fist on the man's fist, which was as big as a grinding plate, hit Li Xuan's fist, and there was no larger shock wave generation, just a huge crack about a foot wide derived from the feet of the two people.

These irregular cracks soon spread all over the street, and the hard street seemed to be torn apart by a pair of giant hands, and the cracks continued to extend into the distance.

As for the hotels on both sides of the street, the exterior walls of the shops were also full of cracks, and soon the facades of the shops closest to the two men collapsed, and smoke and dust rose into the sky.

Li Xuan's fist was steady and direct, but the fist of the person who came was constantly weakening, and the fluctuation of the vitality that was swirling around his body was constantly falling from the peak to the trough.