"You don't have to fight, just run away!"

Xu Feng lowered his voice and said to Jiang Liao, his eyes crossed the crowd of black pressure and looked at an alley due north.

"Roger!"

Whew, a wind rose, and the black tree staff swept out, and Jiang Liao, who was as majestic as an iron tower, made a gap in the black crowd.

The streets and alleys of Lijiazhuang are still paved with loess, and the black cane dancing wildly in Jiang Liao's hand turned into a huge wheel, and everywhere he went, dust rose all over the sky.

A tall figure was wrapped in dust, and as the figure advanced, people were constantly lifted into the air and slammed down.

Jiang Liao did not rush forward quickly, but walked forward step by step, holding a black staff, and when he met someone who came up, he smashed out with a stick, accompanied by a thunderous impact, and the enemy spurted blood and flew away.

In the blurred night, swords shattered, dust flew, and figures flew everywhere. Jiang Liao didn't reserve it as soon as he made a move, and every sweep and oblique pick was infused with full true yuan.

He felt that his whole body was full of strength, and the scorching Heavenly Candle Peak Qi was swirling around him, and even the temperature within a few feet of his body was faintly rising.

Jiang Liao was more serious than ever and calm, because not far behind him, the young man who was full of coldness was all over his body.

Jiang Liao Xu Feng, one hot and one cold, seemed to maintain a certain balance between the temperature and speed of the field, a quarter of an hour passed, the two still occupied the initiative in killing, although they did not break through, but those black and oppressive crowds were forced to move to the north.

As long as Xu Feng is there, Jiang Liao doesn't have to think about any consequences, just kill all the way.

In Six Feet Alley, Jiang Liao was seriously injured by Shen Nian, and Xu Feng also pulled him back from the Ghost Gate.

At that time, he was still a boy with thick fists and clumsy legs, but now he is even more unscrupulous and happy.

Those sect disciples didn't expect that the tall man beside Xu Feng was so tyrannical, and it was also the realm of the peak of the Apocalypse, and some disciples who used swords used subtle swordsmanship to provoke and stab this tall young man, but they were defeated by the violent and invincible, unreasonable tree staff, and were crushed with one blow.

Those wonderful sword intents were only on his tall body, leaving a few shallow cuts, and this sturdy young man didn't even look at it, and he didn't realize it, as if he hadn't been hurt at all.

This style of play is a bit like the style of a master of the Golden Stone Realm, relying on the tough body of the Golden Stone Realm, and fighting hard with the other party, but he is only at the peak of the Apocalypse, and the power of divine thoughts is not very strong.

Some disciples are pretentious and want to make meritorious contributions; some disciples are gritting their teeth to avenge their fellow disciples who were killed by the Xuanming Monument just now; and more disciples of the sect are relying on the strength of the crowd and have no scruples to make some gains.

The sound of killing and sword soldiers spread in the center of Lijiazhuang, because there were too many disciples, Feiyun did not enter the battle circle, holding the long sword and watching from the periphery.

Looking at the young man who walked north step by step, like an iron tower, he couldn't help but feel a sigh in his heart.

The young man had already taken forty-three steps forward, not a single step back, not a single step of hesitation, and with every step forward, one or two cultivators were severely injured or directly knocked away.

Jiang Liao's generous face was extremely calm, even if countless dust fell on his face, on his head, but without a trace of messiness under his feet, he still took every step as steadily as Mount Tai, and the furious True Yuan struck out with the black staff, still steadily crushing the sect disciples who were blocking in front of him.

Just like the stone staircase leading to heaven in front of Tianzhu Peak, Jiang Liao took a straight road. It seems that if there is no master to stop him, this young man as strong as an iron tower will keep walking down and down like this, until he goes, smashing everyone into the air, or walking out of this long street.

Once out of this long street, it is the open road of Siye, and it is much more difficult to form a favorable situation of encirclement.

Obviously, Jiang Liao is a pioneer, and Xu Feng is a queen.

Dozens of zhang away, Feiyun, who was watching coldly, had a trace of fierceness on his face, and with a snort, he crossed the heads of countless people and came to the sky above Jiang Liao's head.

Like a harrier that descended, it flew down sharply above Jiang Liao's head.

Jiang Liao, who was struggling to fight, raised his eyebrows, and felt the killing intent in the sky that was more powerful than all the swords in front of him, but after a slight hesitation, he did not stop moving forward, and took the forty-fourth step forward like the forty-three steps he had taken.

Before Jiang Liao's broad soles had completely landed, he felt a little sword intent piercing through the emptiness, and roared towards the top of his head, the speed and strength were so fast and ruthless, completely beyond the power of the peak of the Apocalypse!

The step smashed on the ground, the enemy in front of him was smashed by the long sword out of his hand, spurting blood and flying upside down, and before the other foot could catch up, Jiang Liao snorted, and his empty left fist met the sword intent with a bang.

Jiang Liao took a straight road, and he also opened a straight ladder to open the mountain, so he didn't think about avoiding this sword at all, but raised his fist to greet him.

Feiyun fell from the sky, and a sinister smile flashed on his face.

With a meat fist, you dare to take my Plum Blossom Seven Marks of the Fairy Sword Gate, look at your broken arm!

Jiang Liao's calm face did not fluctuate at all, and he slaughtered in the dusty crowd for half an hour, his head and face were full of dust, like a resolute sculpture.

Master Hong Feihu once told him not to bow his head to anyone and be a big man who stands up to the sky. This kind of upright style of not taking detours has also been perfectly reflected in the boxing spirit.

The Kaishan boxing taught by the master, although the name is a bit cheesy, is the top grade in boxing and martial arts, and it is taken from the eight words of "righteous and bright, just and upright", just like the master's life.

No matter what is in front of the fist, as long as you are willing, as long as the divine thoughts that move with the true yuan in the sea of consciousness do not stop it, you can smash it over!

Even if it is the withered yellow and sharp rocks in front of the Heavenly Candle Peak, even if it is the sword formation of the sword mountain, or the sharpness of this blow falling from the sky.

Jiang Liao felt that he should meet this punch, so he raised his fist to the sky and smashed it without thinking about it.

The scorching wind on the Heavenly Candle Peak suddenly blew, and the fist the size of a bowl actually smashed out a streamer in the process of attacking, which was eye-catching and abnormal in the dark night.

"Look at your sword intent or my fist is hard!" Jiang Liao said.

Boom! Knock! Knock......

A strange sound exploded in the night sky, and the clouds flew like a distant seabird, hovering in the night sky and falling dozens of feet away.

Several air masses, faintly visible to the naked eye, exploded in the air above Jiang Liao's head, like seven plum blossoms in full bloom.

Jiang Liao, who was holding an iron arm, resolutely stepped on the other foot, and the step he took just now was completely completed, and immediately another disciple raised his sword to kill without regard for his life.

When the Kaishan Fist is cultivated to the extreme, it will give birth to an inch fist intent, which is like a fist born from a fist, like a meteor, and it will hit seven times in the air and the plum blossom seven times in an instant.

Jiang Liao felt his fist, like a rock in a volcano, extremely hot, with a trace of pain that penetrated deep into the bone marrow.

The true yuan on the sword was blocked, but those killing divine thoughts were not completely defeated by the fist intent, and the two fierce sword intent of aggression fell down the arm to the sea of knowledge, Jiang Liao snorted, forcibly endured the sweetness in his mouth, and did not spurt blood.

Feiyun seemed to be drifting away, and Youfu was also injured by the fist. Compared with the injuries on his body, the shock in his heart is indescribable.

No wonder it's so tyrannical!