The shiny spear was thrust into the ground and stood aside, the helmet was thrown behind him, the upper armor was unfastened, and the powerful black armor was peeled to the ground.

A grim face, a pair of cold eyes, without the killing intent brought by the pitch-black armor, but added a bit of silence, as if to swallow up all the faint light around it. The perfect body that was originally hidden in the black armor was also exposed at this moment, silently showing off the owner of this body, how hard he should be exercising on weekdays.

For these, Ning Le is not surprised. After a fight, he already knew that the other party was taking the road of breaking through ingenuity with strength, and his physical fitness was naturally not bad.

What really surprised him was the age of his opponent.

At the beginning, Ning Le was shot away by the black armor man, although there were factors in it that he was unprepared, but that powerful spiritual power still made Ning Le subconsciously think that the other party should be an uncle who has been immersed in marksmanship for many years.

Then, Ning Le heard the voice of the black-armored man, and at the same time found that the Yan Gun in his hand had a special effect of increasing the spiritual power, which revised the opponent's age estimate to below thirty.

And this is enough to impress Ning Le. The defense of Heavenly Forging Fort City is really not an ordinary person.

Until now, the black armor man revealed his true face, and Ning Le was completely dumbfounded.

If this thing doesn't know any rejuvenation, then it looks like it's about the same age as himself?!

“...... Can we begin?" said the grim young man.

He could understand Ning Le's mood at the moment. Because not long ago, he was also surprised to see Ning Le, who rushed left and right in the city defense formation, and finally succeeded in breaking through.

Or rather, shock.

This is also the direct reason why he rushed out single-handedly to intercept Ning Le, never paid attention to the girl at all, and then directly supported the others and stayed alone to play against Ning Le.

See Hunting Heart.

This peer who looks similar to himself, but can make dozens of moves under the shattering gun that he is proud of, and who he is and what his origin, the cold young man does not care.

He just wants to compete with the other party and beat the other party to a convincing heart.

The same thought appeared in Ning Le's mind.

At the beginning, seeing that the cold young man threw away his armor according to his words, Ning Le felt that he was either stupid or too arrogant. Now it seems that if Ning Le was in the other party's position, I am afraid that he would make the same choice.

Competitors!

This can't be completely convinced, so what else is there to talk about in the future of the first Yanshi of the mainland?

Therefore, Ning Le pointed to the leg armor of the cold young man: "Don't you take it off?"

"......" The cold young man felt that at least in the field of thickness, he had already lost.

Have you ever heard of a Yanshi who only wears pants to fight?

"And your shoes. Ning Le didn't realize it at all, and pointed to the other party's combat boots again.

The cold young man couldn't bear it anymore and rushed over with his fist.

Ning Le had already taken precautions, and immediately threw a punch to meet him. Before the two fists touched, a series of crackling and popping sounds erupted between the fists. A wave of air erupted, pushing both of them backwards for a long distance.

Ning Le took seven steps back, and only then could he stabilize his figure. The grim youth slid backwards only three steps away.

At first glance, it seemed that the cold young man was stronger, but his expressionless face suddenly had a hint of solemnity. On the other hand, Ning Le's expression was obviously a lot more relaxed.

With this punch, the young man raised his hand to say hello to Ning Le. Ning Le also did not dodge or shy away from deliberately-for-tat, in order to reassess the opponent's strength with his bare hands. After all, the cold young man has leg armor and combat boots to protect the lower plate, and Ning Le can fight with him to achieve such a result, which shows that the spiritual power cultivation of the two should be inseparable, and even Ning Le has a slight advantage.

However, this did not seem to shake the cold young man much, and it was still him who launched the attack again.

His fist style is more awe-inspiring than his eyes, and it is not an exaggeration to describe it as fierce and domineering. It's hard to imagine that such a punch could come from the hands of such a young man. The spirit power that wrapped around his fist actually caused the air around him to distort slightly, making it blurry again.

Ning Le couldn't help but be in a trance, and the fist with the sound of the wind seemed to turn into a giant beast in the deep mountains, roaring and rushing towards him.

"Good time!"

He hurriedly bit the tip of his tongue, and secretly sighed in his heart, and his hands turned into fists, which was able to clamp the punch from his opponent.

A hot feeling came from the palm of his hand, which once again made Ning Le secretly frightened. This sub-fist has a thousand powers, and the spirit power also contains a violent aura that almost wants to explode, once it is triggered, it is full of lethality, and it is not easy.

"However, compared to the old monster at home, it's still not enough to see. The corners of Ning Le's mouth raised slightly.

"What?" said the grim young man's tone with surprise and doubt.

Naturally, Ning Le was surprised that he actually took his punch with his bare hands with both palms, and he wondered what he meant by this sentence that came out coldly.

Ning Le didn't speak again, but the cold young man still quickly understood something.

His fist was silently unloaded, followed by a slap on his left shoulder. The young man sideways avoided it, and without saying a word, he returned a punch, but as soon as the punch was struck, he noticed an indescribable strangeness.

Before he could figure out where this strange feeling came from, his offensive was once again defused by Ning Le. The cold young man did not believe in evil, and his fists were fired continuously, and several afterimages appeared for a while. However, this series of fierce and incomparable attacks was like hitting all the cotton, and it could not achieve the desired results in the slightest.

The young man suddenly felt a little depressed, so stuffy that he wanted to vomit blood, but he couldn't vomit it.

He finally realized that before he knew it, Ning Le had taken over the rhythm of attack and defense.

After these rounds of fighting, he is not unaware - Ning Le is indeed better at grappling than hard fighting.

However, he always believed that he could tear apart the opponent's defenses alive. In fact, he has done this countless times in past battles.

This time, however, there was an exception.

The cold young man felt as if he had fallen into a spider's web, even though he was brave and unmatched, but the more he struggled, the deeper he fell into it.

The invisible silk mesh restricts him everywhere, weaving into a cocoon and gradually encroaching on his activity space.

It's not good to go on like this!

The cold young man had a bad premonition, and Ning Le quickly turned it into a reality. A vacant moment was grabbed by him, and the seemingly innocuous palm was immediately imprinted on the chest of the cold young man, but it slapped him out in an instant!

Poof-

This is the first time he has been injured tonight.

"Surrender!"

Ning Le looked at the opponent who stood up with difficulty, and laughed: "If you continue to fight, you will only be beaten worse." ”

The cold young man wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth casually, and silently glanced at the broken spear that was standing aside by him.

The laughter stopped abruptly, and the air fell silent.

Damn, it's too much!