The snowflakes were flying, falling in a row, the cold wind was blowing, and a few pieces of blowing stuck to He An's face, itchy, and then became cold.

Through the snow curtain, at the end of the long street in the distance, a vague figure appeared, He An blinked, the person was already standing a few feet away from him, this speed was incredible.

The person who came was dressed in a fiery red robe, black hair and a shawl, and his face was as pale as paper with two straight beards, and his body seemed to emit a faint halo, like an invisible barrier, and none of the snowflakes falling in the sky fell on him.

He stood in the snow, like a blood lotus blooming in the silent night, looking bewitching and weird.

"Hey...... Is he a human or a ghost? ”

Han Chanjuan frowned and whispered in He An's ear.

He An motioned for her not to speak, staring at the man in red with a wary expression, and the other party's domineering aura made him feel extremely palpitated.

"The young people of Zhixingin...... Your kung fu is good, but you want to leave after injuring a few of my disciples? I don't even take my Longmen Academy seriously! ”

The man in red spoke, looking at He An with a pair of eyes, his empty eyes like looking at a dead man.

"We only know that they are from the Cui family, and we don't know what Longmen Academy is, and besides, they did it first...... If they want to kill us, can't we fight back and let them slaughter us? You are a person, it makes no sense to speak! ”

Han Chanjuan poked her head out from behind He An, finished speaking, and looked at the man in red with wide eyes and fierce eyes, but that beautiful face looked cute and cute, without the slightest shock.

"Hehehe...... Where did the wild girl come from? If you lack discipline and don't know how to deal with your elders, then this seat will discipline your master! ”

The man in red couldn't help laughing, slowly took two steps forward, and as his figure moved, the snowflakes flying nearby scattered in all directions, seemingly making way for him.

"You're not very old, but you're old-fashioned...... With such white skin and such ostentatious clothes, who are you? Why ......"

Han Chanjuan was talking relentlessly, when the man in red interrupted her with a cold snort, his eyes swept over, and a flash of lightning seemed to light up in his eyes.

Like a sledgehammer hitting her head, Han Chanjuan whispered, frowning and leaning on He An's shoulder......

"The old man Longmen Academy is the first to talk about martial arts, Xin has no life! Take me three palms, after three palms, the old man is not to blame! Life or death depends on your creation! ”

As soon as he finished speaking, a palm slowly slapped out.

This palm seemed to be extremely slow, but in an instant, it had arrived in front of He An, and the wind and snow in the sky were stagnant......

He An turned around, held Han Chanjuan in one hand, and punched the palm that was as clean as jade with one punch......

This punch He An used ten successes, the other party's unfathomable cultivation, made him secretly jealous, as early as when Han Chanjuan was talking to him, he had mobilized all the true qi in his body, and at this time, a punch was struck, the wind and thunder were agitated, and the momentum was very terrifying.

The fist wind swept by, and the domineering and fierce true qi erupted, sweeping the snow on the ground like a stormy wave, and the snow dispersed, and the snow mist splashed everywhere, and the fists and palms struck......

"Smack" –

The domineering true qi is surging like a tide, but Xin Wusheng's palm is like a rock standing at the head of the tide, not moving like a mountain.

He An grabbed Han Chanjuan and took three steps back.

Every step leaves a deep footprint in the snow.

Venus flying in front of him, blood surging in his chest and abdomen, He An's face couldn't help but change greatly, this person in front of him was definitely the most powerful opponent he had encountered so far.

"Don't fight him...... He's amazing...... If the opportunity is wrong, we will run away......"

Han Chanjuan's sideburns were slightly messy, she snuggled up to He An, and whispered in his ear, Xin Wuming's divine sense attack just now made her sense of the sea tingle, and it was not easy to recover.

"The disciples of Zhixing Academy, there are really some doorways!"

Xin Wuming withdrew his palm and carefully studied his palm, with a look of surprise on his face.

He looked at He An's eyes with a gleam, stepped forward, and shouted coldly: "Second palm!"

The red sleeves were stretched, and the palm that was as clean as jade, as if it did not provoke the dust of the world, quietly poked out, and the flying snow fluttering in the air suddenly stopped.

The chill filled the bone, and the outline of the still snowflakes in the air suddenly became distinct, and the Ling Jiao became more and more crystalline, turning into countless ice crystals at a speed visible to the naked eye, and the scene was spectacular......

He An's eyebrows condensed with a layer of white frost, and the true qi in his body was suffocated, and it seemed that the flow of blood had also become slow.

A red figure flashed in front of him, and the white palm was condescending, and he pressed down with one palm......

He An secretly gritted his teeth, and the true qi in the dantian was running rapidly, and he tried all his strength to take this palm......

Like Mount Tai pressing the top, the clean jade palm exudes a hazy clear light, and with supreme majestic power, it is pressed on He An's fist.

He An's gushing out true qi was like a mud cow entering the sea, as if it was hitting a ball of cotton, and it was completely powerless.

Xin Wuming's five fingers trembled slightly, and the jade palm that exuded a hazy and clear light was like a white lotus in the dark night, and the lotus petals bloomed lightly......

An unstoppable palm, as if heavier than a thousand jun, slowly fell......

Xin Wuming, who had no expression, stared at He An, as if he was staring at death from hell, and in his deep dark eyes, sparks suddenly flashed.

Suddenly, several fireballs suddenly appeared out of thin air, and the scorching light instantly illuminated Xin Wuming's pale face.

He An threw another punch, an unyielding fist, and fought back fiercely again.

"Bang" –

The bluestone slab under his feet shattered, and in the snow splashing, He An was shocked and flew out, and the ice crystals suspended in the air fell one after another, smashing on the ground with a "poof" sound, and dense snowflakes fell one after another......

"Ho An ......"

Han Chanjuan's voice was crying, and she rushed to He An's side.

"I'm fine!"

calmed down the churning qi and blood in his chest, and swallowed the fishy sweetness that surged up to his throat, He An squeezed out a smile and comforted Han Chanjuan softly.

The fireball that hit Xin Wuming in front of him was extinguished in an instant, but the scorching flame that caught him off guard made the beard on his lips curl slightly.

Xin Wuming was extremely angry in his heart, and he was hurt along with his hair, as well as the supreme dignity of being a strong man in the world, this little guy who didn't know the height of the sky was really impatient.

originally shot at the juniors, but he had fallen into his identity as a strong man, but fortunately, no one knew about the dark night and the wind was high.

Unexpectedly, this kid is really fierce and domineering, and he can connect his two palms, and the most bizarre thing is that under the confinement of his own Yin and Cold exercises, this kid can still sacrifice fireballs with the power of the five elements, which is really a bit unexpected.

Under confinement, he was able to absorb the vitality of heaven and earth to punch back, and the speed of this kid's true qi was incredible, such a terrifying young junior would definitely become a big trouble in the future, so it was better to get rid of it as soon as possible.

Countless thoughts flashed in Xin Wuming's heart in an instant, and as soon as he thought of this, a layer of evil aura appeared on his face, and he took two steps, and he was already in front of He An, gritting his teeth and saying, "Third palm!"

As he lifted his palm, the snow exploded on the ground......

He An was covered with snow and mist in front of him, and in the white mist, the jade palm slapped again, and before he got close, the fierce aura had oppressed the person out of breath.

"You are neither male nor female, despicable and shameless thing, I will fight with you!"

Han Chanjuan bit her lower lip tightly, pulled back the hair on her head, pulled out a sharp hairpin, raised her slender hand, and stabbed Xin Wuming in the face.

"Get out of here!"

Xin Wusheng was stunned, the snow on the ground was like exploding smoke, the vast snow and mist dispersed, and Han Chanjuan's petite figure was shaken and flew backwards......

He An was shocked, flew forward and took Han Chanjuan in his arms, and while the true qi in his body was running wildly, his fingers secretly pinched the jade pendant in his clothes.

Uncle He Kui left a jade pendant for himself, which can kill the master of the "Hedao Realm", although he is not sure to kill the master in front of him in one fell swoop, but to create some trouble for the other party, and then fight to the death with the "Amazing Finger", there should be a few chances of winning.

He An made up his mind and was about to crush the jade pendant, when a rumbling sound suddenly came from the end of the long street.

A black carriage came at a gallop, the sound of the horse neighing, the wheels rolling, crushing the ground and breaking jade, whistling to ......

The carriage slammed over the long street, leaving two black ruts, and in an instant, it was only a few dozen zhang away from He An.

The driver wearing the hat raised his hand, and the whip in his hand was thrown straight out, turning into a spear, which was like a dragon, emitting a heart-palpitating scream, which instantly pierced through the wind and snow, and pierced Xin Wu's heart.

Han Chanjuan leaned into He An's arms, her pale cheeks had just recovered a trace of blood, and she said in surprise when she saw this scene: "Old old-fashioned...... Help me hit him! ”

Xin Wuming seemed to have eyes behind him, and he didn't turn his head back, his red sleeves were thrown back, and with the piercing sound of gold and stone clashing echoes, the horsewhip was beaten and flew in the air a few times, and with a "brush" sound, it was slanted into the ground.

Xin Wuming stepped forward, raised his palm and slapped it again, determined to kill He An under his palm.

The chariots and horses neighed, and an incomparably swift figure swept by, wrapped in wind and snow, blocking in front of He An and Han Chanjuan.

There was a soft sound of "pop", and Xin Wusheng's palm was picked up by the coachman.

Xin Wuming looked at the visitor coldly, the shabby bamboo hat covered most of the other party's cheeks, and only saw a faint stubble under the chin.

Feeling the power of the other party's palm, a trace of disdain appeared on Xin Wuming's face, and his beard was cocked proudly.

He did have the qualifications to be proud, at this moment, the palm of the coachman's hand, and even the entire arm had been covered with a thick layer of frost, and the true qi of the yin to the cold eroded the skin, and it would soon destroy the other party's muscles and veins.

The coachman's body under the hat shook slightly, as if his palm was very uncomfortable being glued by Xin Wuming, and his other hand clenched into a fist and punched his frozen palm......

There was a "click", and the thick frost covering the arm was like a fragmented scale armor shattering.

The coachman's punch penetrated through his palm, as if a sledgehammer hit Xin Wusheng's heart, and his fists were superimposed, and a huge force knocked Xin Wuming back two steps......