The third senior brother wanted to say something, but it was too late. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info

A few zhang away from the hall, the fourth senior brother threw a punch - the most basic martial arts broken empty fist of the martial arts sect.

This kind of most ordinary and basic martial arts is very different in the hands of the fourth senior brother, and he actually has a little style of inferior martial arts.

The nanmu railing in the corridor in front of him jumped open a large gap with the fist wind, and the sawdust flew wildly, and the roar of the air being violently exploded in the entire Liuhuafang.

Shattering the void, sure enough, smashing the void, the fourth senior brother has already cultivated this set of boxing techniques to the peak.

Even if a cultivator of the Apocalypse Realm exerts all his strength, he will smash the things in the building to pieces. The two cultivators on the opposite side, one tall and one short, didn't expect the fourth senior brother to say that they would fight, and they would still fight in the building.

With such a fierce fist intent, the two didn't dare to be careless, and looked at each other and were about to make a move, but they were stopped by the man in white.

The white-clothed young man known as Shi Gongzi still had a calm face, a bright look in his eyes, and an extra magic weapon in his hand. It was a disc-shaped thing, which looked like a gong, and it suddenly covered the fist intent of the fourth senior brother like a galloping horse.

There was a dull thud in the hall. The fist strength was all blocked on the gong, and the four people on the opposite side were unscathed, only a little fist wind blew, and several people's hair moved slightly.

The young man in white said loudly: "If you want to fight, I am willing to accompany someone, the salt lake outside, the beach on the shore of the lake is vast, and the water on the lake is not rippling, you dare to accompany me on a trip!"

I don't know when a fat white man over half a hundred years old also came to the second floor, who was the shopkeeper of Liuhuafang. With a face of sincere fear, he said to the third senior brother and the others: "Yes, if the hero wants to use his fists, don't ruin my business." ”

The third senior brother nodded slightly at the old man, ready to fly up, but found that one of Xu Feng's hands was gently pulling his belt.

"What do you mean, junior brother? ”

"If you want to fight, you can fight here, and the master won't go!" Xu Feng said to the man in white.

The white-clothed boy laughed angrily and said, "You can also see that this is my Shi family's property!"

Xu Feng said loudly: "Good eyesight! It's fun enough to smash things while fighting! The master not only saw it, but also saw that your kid is not a good person." ”

"Good, good, good!" The man in white said three good words in a row, one louder than the other, and the majestic Yuan Force filled the entire hall, and a long knife for cutting horses appeared in his hand.

Horse chopping knife, this kind of knife is generally popular in the army. As you can imagine from the name, the size of the knife can be imagined. Thick and sharp, the handle and blade are properly proportioned, making it more suitable for slashing at the enemy.

The knife in the hand of the white-clothed boy is also inlaid with complex runes on the five-foot-long knife, and the discerning person can know at a glance that it is not an ordinary weapon, but a divine weapon.

"A separate door of the Burning Star Tower, dare to run rampant in front of me!" The man in white rose into the air, his sword head facing forward, and he killed Xu Feng like a god.

The third senior brother said calmly: "I'll deal with the white one, the red thirteen, the remaining two will be handed over to the fourth, and the junior brother will watch the battle for the time being!"

Flesh fist against the long knife, and only a person who cultivates the martial arts sect can do such a thing. The third senior brother and the fourth senior brother practice similar exercises, and win with the fierceness and speed of martial arts.

The white-clothed boy was like a white crane, and as soon as he flew to the middle of the hall, the fist of the third senior brother arrived.

The fist avoided the blade and took the hands holding the hilt directly, "The woman who told you to rob the fourth child!"

The third senior brother is not only strong in Yuan, but also has better tactics, peeking through the flaws of the long knife, attacking the wrist and heart of the man in white, so that the long knife has no time to retreat.

The boy in white is also in the middle realm of Jinshi, although the realm is not as good as the third senior brother, but the experience of fighting is also very sophisticated.

The man in white did not hesitate at all, and directly released the handle of the knife with both hands, allowing the long knife to fall downward. The body flipped in the air like a white dragon, and his hands turned into fists, and his fist against the third senior brother was a hard smash.

The third senior brother's fist intent was fierce and upright, but the fist intent of the white-clothed young man was a gloomy and cold intent. It can't even be called fist intent, but an icy vortex made up of small fists.

The energy struck, the vitality slammed violently in the air, and the lobby of Liuhuafang looked a little narrow under this fist, and countless explosions sounded, like a burst of summer thunder.

In the midst of the thunder, the screams of the girls came and went, and the guests who did not evacuate thought that the fight was such a way of fighting, and they were so frightened that they ran out of the stairs and crawled out.

The turtle slaves, bustards, and stewards under the hall ran to the hall and couldn't take care of business, leading a large group of girls to escape from the building in disheveled clothes.

The dragon and phoenix lattice and the big red lantern hanging on the top of the cloister were hit by the fist, crushed into sawdust, and pieces of paper fell down one after another.

The long knife that fell downward did not hit the ground, but flipped over suddenly in mid-air, and flew back into the hands of the man in white in a very dashing manner.

The mid-air hand-to-hand was only between lightning and flint, and the two had already switched places and landed firmly on the handrail of the corridor opposite.

"Flashy!" the third senior brother commented.

Only cultivators in the Creation Realm can control the weapons in their hands at will, and the man in white obviously did not reach the Creation Realm, this kind of tricky sword technique is only because this knife is a spiritual weapon, which can sense the breath of the master, and can fly back because of the countless complicated runes on the knife body.

The boy in white didn't expect the third senior brother to be so strong, and he had also encountered the inner disciples of the general sect, none of them were as strong as the third senior brother.

The man in white had a hint of coldness in his eyes, let out a long laugh, and waved his hand to throw out the long knife.

With the handle of the knife and the blade, this big knife is nearly a zhang long, and the third senior brother looked at the flywheel that came from the strangulation, and a bad feeling surged in his heart. Before he could think about it, the white clothes fluttered, and the cold murderous aura had already swept in front of him.

The third senior brother stared and punched again.

This punch is the Liyang fist that the third senior brother has been obsessed with for many years. Leaving represents fire in the gossip, and yang is sunshine. Whether it is yang or fire, it is a fierce and hot way. This punch method is already a low-grade martial art, and it is a martial art often used by the third senior brother in the battle of the sect.

A hot breath suddenly rose in the corridor, the scorching fist intent made the air slightly deformed, there seemed to be a firework on the second floor of the Liuhua Fang, a firework with strength, the long knife seemed to be put in the fire to be re-tempered, it was difficult to withstand the fierce fire, and it was constantly struggling in the fist intent.

With a bang, the long knife was directly blasted away like a piece of pig iron, and galloped up into the wooden beam above the hall.

As soon as the scorching breath passed, the young man in white had already come closer, and at some point an extra black clay pot appeared in his hand and buckled it towards the third senior brother's face.

A cold breath hit, and the third senior brother felt a monstrous chill like an upside-down river smashing towards his head.