It wasn't until the fist stopped, the wind in the passage suddenly roared, the heaven and earth vitality was disordered, all the mist was blown clean, the surface of the smooth and steep stone wall began to peel like a pastry that had been left for a long time, and the stone wall was as thin as a piece of paper falling downward.

That fist is extremely stable, without a trace of trembling, the hard finger joints are faint white, it looks like a strong bamboo in the wind, and it is like the round handle of a steel knife, which can suddenly stop when the momentum of indomitable momentum reaches its peak, and it can be so stable, proving that the middle-aged man who struck this fist is very powerful.

But the stronger the middle-aged man and his fist watch, the more it proves that the senior brother of the academy is stronger.

The senior brother looked at the fist calmly and did not say a word.

The middle-aged man slowly bent his elbows and shrank his fist back a little.

Senior Brother's gentle gaze fell on the middle-aged man's face.

The middle-aged man bowed his head slightly, and took a step back in silence.

The elder brother's gaze fell on a stone chip at the middle-aged man's feet.

The middle-aged man frowned slightly, and took a step back in silence.

The elder brother looked calmly over his shoulder.

The middle-aged man retreated again.

The elder brother continued to look at him.

The middle-aged man retreated again and again until he was about to exit the channel.

At this moment, he suddenly stopped, his eyebrows as thick as ink silkworms were slightly raised, he calmly looked back at the gentle gaze of the senior brother, his lips were as red as thick blood, and his voice was like a golden stone and said, "I'm sorry." ”

As these two words burst out of his lips, the fist that had been half-stretched in front of him slowly released, and the five fingers slowly released like an old bamboo blossoming, and then suddenly shrank!

An extremely powerful and domineering aura was released from the middle-aged man, blowing the clothes on his body with a hunting sound, and an invisible force was released between the five fingers that spread out and closed, and struck Ning Que's chest and abdomen through the air!

After all, he is the strongest person at the peak of martial arts, although he is afraid of the senior brother of the academy, it does not mean that he will become a rat in front of the other party, and he will be so afraid that he will not dare to make a move at all.

When the senior brother appeared, he was always showing weakness, retreating again and again, but when he was about to exit the passage, he saw that he was completely unable to threaten Ning Que, and everyone in the field had begun to relax!

With a hiss, the cloth belt on Ning Que's chest broke in response.

The iron box tied with the cloth belt suddenly flew out and fell into the hands of the middle-aged man.

Turning the meaning of punching into the meaning of finger binding, he showed the deepest understanding of martial arts, and his grasp of the timing of the attack and his strong decisiveness are the use of the art of war to the confrontation of force, which can be called the use of soldiers like a god.

It is extremely rare in the world to be able to cultivate martial arts and the art of war to the peak of Tan.

Even in the Tang Empire, only four great generals can do it.

With the iron box in hand, the middle-aged man had nothing to ask for, looked at the senior brother silently, and continued to slowly retreat out of the valley, the speed under his feet did not seem to increase, but he instantly retreated more than ten zhang

Looking at the figure of the middle-aged man who retreated out of the valley, the senior brother was slightly stunned, he was indeed surprised that the other party had obviously retreated, but in the end he still forcibly made a move, sighed and said, "Why bother." ”

The speed of the elder brother's speech was not too slow, but the tone was a little light, and there seemed to be a strange pause before each word was spoken, so it felt like he had been speaking for a long time.

The middle-aged man's movements didn't even occur to him, and he didn't have time to respond, and of course Ning Que didn't react at all, until the middle-aged man withdrew far away with the iron box, and he woke up.

And his mind was so shocked at this time that he couldn't think about other issues at all.

That powerful middle-aged man with eyebrows like ink silkworms and lips like blood, judging from the description of his appearance that he has memorized for so many years, should be Xiahou? It is the Xiahou who killed the general's mansion and turned his happy life into an underworld practice?

And who is this scholar in a torn jacket and straw sandals beside him? Ning Que had seen each other on the first day he entered the academy, and he clearly remembered this scholar who was so clean, amiable and trustworthy that he was terrified, and he remembered that the other party wanted the water scoop on his waist to exchange for his big black umbrella, and of course he had already guessed that this scholar was probably his senior brother at this time.

After the senior brother finished sighing, he looked at Ning Que and asked, "Is the box important, do you want to grab it back?"

Ning Que didn't understand why the middle-aged man who might be Xiahou wanted to grab the iron box, and he didn't understand why the scholar next to him, who might be the senior brother, could still ask slowly and logically at this time, the box contained Master Liansheng's ashes, which was worth a penny, of course, there was no need to risk snatching it back, but the other party had been robbing it for so long, so you thought about asking yourself if it would seem a little too slow?

Suddenly, he remembered that Chen Pipi had said to himself that the senior brother was very serious in his work, very serious, so he moved very slowly, very slowly...... When I saw him today, the other party was really a very slow person.

Ning Que saluted respectfully, bowed his head and said, "That box is not important, don't grab it." ”

Then he raised his head and looked at it carefully—it was a scholar in a cotton jacket and broken shoes, with an old book at his waist and a water scoop tied to it, and his body did not exude any powerful aura, nor was it very tall and mighty.

However, standing beside this scholar, Ning Que couldn't help but feel safe, his heart was calm and joyful, he felt like he was going home, knowing that no one dared to bully him anymore, just like standing under a lush green tree, not afraid of the wind and rain of the outside world at all, this kind of security that was completely sure and unquestionable even moved him to silence.

The senior brother probably understood his mood at this time, and smiled gently. When he began to seriously think about how to start chatting with his junior brother, he suddenly felt something, and looked up at the sky in surprise.

The fog in the mountain road has long been shattered by that fist, and the fog is still swirling in mid-air, and when you look at the sky, you can't see the snow peak at all, you can only see that the fog has been torn open a huge opening, and there is a figure before the crack!

The figure must have jumped from the snowy peak, it was more like it jumped from the sky, and it continued to crash through the air and fog, making a low, palpitating sound, and you can imagine how fast it has reached.

The mist on the mountain path opened a circular hollow with a bang, and the figure fell from it, wrapped in a semi-circular ball of mist, and the blood-colored flames on his legs were burning vigorously.

A powerful and domineering aura shrouded the ground from that figure, locking up an area of dozens of feet.

The old boots that had come all the way from the Far North were getting closer and closer to the ground, stepping on top of the middle-aged man's head.

The middle-aged man invaded like fire when he came, and he retreated extremely quickly, but the person who jumped down from the air had obviously been lurking for a long time, and he locked the ground in a radius of dozens of feet with a domineering kick, and no matter where the middle-aged man retreated, he still couldn't completely avoid it.

What's more, he hopes that the middle-aged man will avoid it, in this situation, as long as the middle-aged man avoids it again today, the breath that the other party relies on to survive in heaven and earth will be exhausted, and it will be the end of death!

But what can you do if you don't avoid it?

The last time that man jumped from the sky, it was the first time that the old boots on his feet stepped on the wasteland, and with one kick he smashed the shield held by the most powerful warrior of the royal court tribe, and trampled the sorcerer into a puddle of bloody mud!

The middle-aged man didn't dodge, because he knew that he couldn't avoid it, because he could clearly feel the killing intent carried by the foot above his head, as well as the familiar and even somewhat intimate smell of fierce killing.

Although he hadn't smelled that smell for many years, no matter how long it was, as long as he smelled it, he would be wary of silence, because it was also his smell, the smell of the Great Ming Sect.

The middle-aged man's thick eyebrows suddenly raised, a trace of fierce affection emanated from his heavy face, his feet slammed into the hard stone ground, he bent his knees, and handed all the cultivation of his whole body to his right fist.

He threw his fist into the sky!

Old boots with blood-colored flames and metallic fists meet in the valley.

The domineering and powerful aura directly tore the Heaven and Earth Yuan Qi in the valley into countless extremely fine turbulences, but those turbulences could not escape in all directions, but were pitifully wrapped in the two opposite temperaments and even conflicting but equally domineering and powerful breaths, turning into two semicircular air flow covers.

The semicircular airflow shimmered with blood, sneering and spitting into the sky.

The semicircular shroud at the fist glowed with gold, sneering and spitting to the ground.

Except for the snorting of air jets, there was a dead silence in the valley.

The surface of the Hulan Sea in the distance outside the valley suddenly trembled, and dozens of extremely small cracks appeared on the increasingly solid ice surface blown by the cold wind for some reason, and the intersection of the cracks was even more ice avalanche, and a few fish that were not very fat jumped out of the ice cave, and were frozen after struggling twice on the ice.

Then there was a sound in the valley.

The sound was incomparably loud, containing pure power, like a thunderclap.

A large pit half a man deep appeared in the ground.

The thunder was followed by a distant echo, like the sound of a bell.

The stone chips that had just been shattered by the two breaths no longer flew but fell calmly.

Mo Shanshan and the others, who were shocked by the two breaths again, found that they were not seriously injured.

The two most domineering breaths in the world collided, and there was almost no trace of power leaking out, but they accurately locked each other, and then the distant heaven and earth gave a sufficient response, and these two domineering breaths collided to the end, and they evolved into a grand feeling, what kind of realm have the two people who fought have been?

Senior Brother looked at the collision of the two absolute powers in front of him, even he was amazed, and said seriously to Ning Que, who didn't know when he was standing behind him: "The previous masters of the Demon Sect were basically killed by the junior uncle, and now it is difficult to see the head-to-head duel between the two great masters of the Demon Sect, junior brother, you have to carefully observe and learn." ”

(To be continued)