Li Jiaxuan's heavy punch can be said to be the strongest boxing technique in contemporary times, from softness to rigidity, both rigidity and softness.

Li Xuanhu's pores erupted all over his body, and the red blood spurted out like arrows. In an instant, his skin was as smooth as jade, as if he had been rejuvenated, and even his silver hair became as black as ink.

"Zhou Chongen, today, I, Li Xuanhu, can't be defeated!" Li Xuanhu's blood was like pulp, and there were bursts of sounds like the beating of war drums.

In the eyes of the Martial God of the capital city, a strange light flowed, and his voice was calm: "Rigidity and softness, yin and yang reincarnation, Li Xuanhu, you have less than ten years of life!"

"So what!"

Li Xuanhu's eyes spewed terrifying brilliance, and with a punch, the four sides shook, and the sound of a rolling sonic boom was deafening.

"Everything!"

There was a rare solemn look on the face of the martial god of the capital, and his hands turned into knives, and he took the initiative to attack for the first time.

Li Jiaxuan's heavy fist is extremely mysterious, and at the moment when the Xuanquan and the heavy fist are completely compatible, the cultivator can also reverse the flow of true qi. The true qi of the countercurrent is extremely terrifying, just like Li Xuanhu at this moment, not only his appearance is restored when he was young, but his combat effectiveness has also increased several times. It's just that once the true qi is reversed, if you want to return to normal, it is unlikely.

With Li Xuanhu's realm, he was able to suppress this countercurrent true qi for about ten years. However, in the past ten years, he has to endure the pain of Ling Chi every minute and every second, and life is worse than death.

As soon as the ten thousand severed palms came out, the sandstorm shook, as if there was a sword that opened the heavens, falling from the sky, and the amazing momentum stirred up the yellow sand on the ground, forming a huge whirlpool of more than five hundred meters, like the entrance to hell, swallowing a qiē.

The nine half-step grandmasters who were fighting ten miles away looked shocked one by one, looking at the apocalyptic scene in the distance.

"Is this the power of the Grandmaster's powerhouse?"

"No, it is impossible for a Grandmaster powerhouse to be so terrifying!"

"Could it be that both of them have gone further?"

"Only God knows!"

Suddenly, a sandstorm in the distance exploded, and every grain of yellow sand contained terrifying strength, sweeping in all directions.

"Run!"

"Special mother, it's more than ten miles away, why is the power of this yellow sand still so great?"

"Bang bang bang!"

Grains of yellow sand, like bullets, spread all over the sky and shot at the nine half-step grandmasters, making them grin in pain.

This was inadvertently affected by the battle between the two, and if they were confronted head-on, these nine half-step grandmasters would be vulnerable.

Li Xuanhu's body was as light as a swallow, standing on top of the huge yellow sand whirlpool that was constantly sinking. No matter how devouring the whirlpool beneath his feet, his body stood still.

Opposite Li Xuanhu, the expression of the martial god of the capital was still the same, and the look of admiration flowed in his eyes.

"Poof!"

In the middle of the sound, the corner of Li Xuanhu's mouth suddenly overflowed with a touch of red blood.

"Ten thousand broken palms, amazing!" raised his hand to wipe the blood from the corner of his mouth, and Li Xuanhu's eyes rolled with strong battle intent.

"Li Jiaxuan's heavy punches are also good. The Martial God of the Capital glanced at the palm prints that appeared on his chest.

"Come again!"

"Boom!"

Li Xuanhu kicked the ground, and the terrifying power and strength made the whirlpool that was still rotating explode, and the yellow sand on the ground, as if violating gravity, rushed into the air, just like a spring gushing out of the ground.

"Boom!"

The martial god of the capital kicked the ground with both feet, and behind him, rolls of yellow sand rolled like huge waves, endlessly, surging miles away.

Facing the two supreme masters who fought again, the nine half-step grandmasters smiled bitterly and retreated again.

At the same time, thirty fighters roared from afar.

"Report, the magnetic field here is chaotic, and the fighter cannot move forward. ”

"Report, request instructions!"

On the ground, armored vehicles also drove into the East China Sea.

Hundreds of ancient martial arts masters wearing energy armor and holding energy weapons stared at the apocalyptic scene in the distance.

"This, how can I stop this?" the lieutenant colonel at the head looked at the sandstorm that rushed into the sky thirty miles away, and the violent momentum.

"It's impossible for this special mother to even get close, how can you stop it?"

The lieutenant colonel cursed secretly, looked at the armored vehicles and soldiers following behind him, and said loudly: "Prepare missiles for me!"

"Sir, are we going to use missiles?" beside the lieutenant colonel, a captain froze.

"Otherwise, what else can we do? Their battle range is still expanding, and it won't be long before it affects the capital. The lieutenant colonel scolded angrily, and immediately yelled at the soldiers behind him: "What are you doing in a daze? Prepare missiles for me and bomb them!"

Twenty seconds later, dozens of missile launchers were set up on top of armored vehicles.

"Launch me!"

"Boom, boom, boom!!"

Listening to the deafening sound of missile launches, the expressions of the nine half-step grandmasters standing in the distance changed drastically.

"Holy, missiles?"

"Are they crazy? Dare to bombard Li Xuanhu and the Martial God of the Capital with missiles?"

"It's really crazy, who is Li Xuanhu? He is the god of the Huaxia army, if something happens, won't the Nanyang Military Region go crazy? Also, the disciples of the Huaxia martial god are all over the world, once something happens, don't say that this group of big-headed soldiers, even if it is the government, it will be difficult to suppress his disciples, right?"

"Don't worry, Li Xuanhu and the Martial God of the Capital can't die!"

"Boom!"

In the stunned eyes of everyone, the dozens of missiles made a strange turn in mid-air, and then fell into the distance with a bang.

The terrifying explosion ripples swept in all directions, and even the sandstorm that enveloped Li Xuanhu and the Martial God of the capital was shattered.

"Magnetic field, the magnetic field they spilled changed the trajectory of the missile!"

"He is worthy of being a strong grandmaster!"

"It's hard to even get close to missiles, unless you have a wide range of weapons, otherwise, no one can kill them with high-tech weapons. ”

As the sandstorm was dispersed by the ripples of the missile's explosion, the figures of Li Xuanhu and the martial god of the capital reappeared in everyone's sight.

The clothes on Li Xuanhu's upper body had disappeared, revealing his white and flawless skin, and the corners of his mouth were overflowing with blood.

The Martial God of the Capital City was tumbling with a strange energy all over his body, his clothes were neat, and his right hand was a knife, constantly attacking Li Xuanhu.

"Li Xuanhu has fallen into disadvantage!"

"Ten thousand broken palms, this is ten thousand broken palms!"

"No, why did Li Xuanhu suddenly become so young?"

In everyone's sight, the hand knife cut out by the right hand of the Martial God of the Capital City seemed to turn into a heavenly knife, carrying a terrifying momentum that shocked people's hearts, and fell to Li Xuanhu's heart.

"Boom!"

Li Xuanhu's hands formed into a fist and collided with the hand knife of the Martial God of the capital.

The violent force directly blasted Li Xuanhu into the ground, and Yu Jin pushed him to slide for hundreds of meters.

"Li Xuanhu, you are not as good as Li Zhenlong!"

The Martial God of the Capital City strode forward, and his body seemed to have disappeared.

In the next second, he appeared in front of Li Xuanhu, and his right hand shone brightly, like a spear, and like a short knife, slashing at the opponent's neck. R1148