It's really not a sneak attack.

Even Ning Que's post-mortem analysis must admit that it was not a sneak attack.

Because the fist appeared very openly, and there was at least a dozen zhang away from his face at that time, no one could sneak attack from a distance of more than ten zhang, the arrow could, but the fist was not east

The reason why that fist could be seen was because the moment it appeared, all the mist in the mountain path was forcibly dispersed into finer particles by the fist wind, and it could no longer obstruct the view.

The smooth stone wall is clear. The mountain trail is also transparent.

That's why Ning Que can see that fist.

and that burly middle-aged man.

He didn't have time to think, let alone see the middle-aged man's face clearly, because the fist, which was bigger than the sea bowl, came to him almost without a pause after shattering the fog in the passage.

In his sight, the ...... The fist instantly became countless times larger.

Because the speed of this punch was so fast, the wind in the narrow passage did not have time to blow, but was compressed and pressed against the smooth stone wall, so all the sound disappeared, and there was a deathly silence. It's not a sneak attack, but it's more terrifying than a sneak attack, because it's an absolute kill that relies on super strength!

Faced with such a fist that could expel the air and seemed to be faster than the sound, Ning Que only had time to make one movement, a movement that he had done countless times in Death Tao since he was a child, and he was so skilled that he couldn't repeat it.

The strange screams of the intense threat of death were still brewing in the chest and abdomen, and the skin trembled with the stimulation of the shadow of death, and the skin did not have time to support the hairs...... The big black umbrella had been propped up, blocking him like a patch in the night dome.

The fist landed on the surface of the big black umbrella.

The big black umbrella is not broken, this ...... For the time being, there is nothing in the world that can break it, but the thick and greasy black umbrella surface is deeply sunk at that moment, and a very exaggerated deformation appears, which is the most severe deformation of the big black umbrella in the world, you can imagine what kind of power that fist carries.

At the second moment, when it was impossible to see with the naked eye, and even time had lost its effect, the thick surface of the big black umbrella began to recover...... And with the recovery, that incredible terrifying power reached the umbrella.

The handle of the umbrella is out of Ning Que's tiger's mouth...... Several extremely deep white lacerations were brought out, and the blood was still in a daze in the cracks, and there was no time to ooze out, because the third moment was also a moment beyond time.

Ning Que's eyes reflected the color of the big black umbrella, and then suddenly brightened for a moment...... He began to tuck his abdomen, began to exhale and collapsed, and his feet began to rise on tiptoe to leave the ground.

Before he could complete these subtle movements, the handle of the big black umbrella had already stabbed heavily into his chest. But fortunately, in such a short period of time, he had already started to do these preparatory actions, so he didn't die.

The handle of the big black umbrella fell, like a mountain smashed directly into his chest.

Ning Que left his feet off the ground...... The chest and abdomen sank down, and then it flew up.

The terrifying power of the mountains gradually diminished in the long journey of misery.

He paid a terrible price for this, and blood spurted out like a waterfall.

Although the pain in his chest kept tearing through his body like a devil, and the fear of death kept stinging his mind, his eyes were still calm and focused, and he kept trying to adjust his posture as he flew backwards, and at the same time, the vitality hidden in the depths of his lower abdomen quickly spread out to his limbs...... Trying to repair his injuries with the remains left by his uncle. But that fist won't give him time.

In fact, that fist never stopped. Even the big black umbrella couldn't block that fist, even for a short moment.

Ning Que was knocked away.

The fist flew too.

Follow him as coldly and mightily as the Lord of Hades.

This passage from the Demon Sect to the outside of the Heavenly Forsaken Mountain Range is very secret, in order to ensure that it cannot be seen either outside the mountain or on the mountain...... The cultivation is very narrow, so when that fist breaks through the fog and hits Fei Ning Que and then wants to directly continue to smash him, he must pass by the three girls who have just reacted on the way.

The first to shoot was, of course, Moshanshan. How could she watch Ning Que this guy being killed, she felt the terrifying power of that fist, and felt the aura of the middle-aged man who was as solemn as a golden stone and even faintly stronger than her master, under the oppression of many factors, this best girl talisman master in the world finally stimulated Tao's unprecedented ability, and drew the most powerful half-way rune in the instant when her eyelashes were not as fluttering!

Distant talismans condensed in the passage, and powerful air currents steamed in the middle of it.

However, the fist did not hesitate and slammed it directly.

The air flow is shattered, the meaning is exhausted, and the sword is extinguished.

The second shot is the Dao idiot Ye Hongyu. She actually didn't want to make a move, because she was the first to recognize the identity of the middle-aged man, she knew that the other party was a temple guest, she knew that the other party was so powerful that He and Cheng dù, and she didn't have any good feelings for Ning Que, if that shameless guy was directly smashed into meat sauce by this punch, she wouldn't shed a tear However, she had to make a move, because she found that this fist was so perfect.

Only ruthlessness can strike such a perfect punch, only to go back to be able to be invincible, in an instant, she understands that even if the other party recognizes herself, it is impossible to let this and perfection have the slightest defect, this punch has been integrated into the most absolute decisive meaning, the attitude of the person who walked out of the fist to this world.

She stood on the path that the fist had to go through, so she could only use the most powerful formless Dao sword to slash down, she didn't have any hope for this sword at all, because she knew that even if she was still in the realm of knowing her fate, she was far from being the opponent of that middle-aged man, and even she had always thought that even the Judgment Divine Seat was not as strong as the other party.

Sure enough, the most powerful invisible Dao sword of the Dao idiot, in this fist, was like a child's toy wooden sword, suddenly collapsed and shattered, instantly turning into a real formless, leaving no trace between the passages.

The last shot was Tang Xiaotang.

Because she thought that she was a disciple of Mingzong, and it was possible that all of them were so-called righteous path cultivators in the Central Plains, she insisted on standing at the back.

She didn't know who the middle-aged man was, but she guessed who he was, so there was no fear in her clear eyes, but a look of extreme excitement. The excitement was not because she believed that she could defeat the other party, in fact, she knew that she could not defeat the other party at all, so she did not fight hard as she did against the snowfield giant wolf, nor did she slash the prince of Longqing with the blood-colored giant knife, but crossed her arms and sealed her body, making the strongest defense she could make.

Unsurprisingly, the cross seal's arms slammed back against her delicate breasts, and instantly dispersed.

The fist intent of this fist has always been condensed on Ning Ma's body, and only occasionally passing by three girls has not released its true power, but this and passing by are like a flood passing through a small mountain village, devastation.

Ning Que put away the big black umbrella with a drag, letting it help him rebalance like a black tail, looking at the fist that was getting closer and closer, his eyes were calm and focused, and his left hand had already grasped the handle of the knife behind him.

The shadow of death was close at hand, because the fist was close in front of him, and he was terrified, and the experience of struggling to survive in life and death over the years had taught him that the more dangerous it was, the more he needed to be calm.

Many times it was this and calmness that allowed him to successfully stay away from death.

He hopes to do the same today.

As if Haotian or the Immortal Monarch heard his prayers, and was moved by his calmness and calmness in the face of death, the fragments of information that Master Lotus Sheng had imprinted on his spiritual world suddenly came alive.

Ning Que couldn't understand those things, but he understood the fist.

He even thought of many and coping methods without reason, and those means were so wonderful and unbelievable, and yet ...... The realm required by those means is a region that he can't reach now!

Is this the absolute disparity in realm power?

Ning Que looked at that fist, and a trace of despair finally appeared in his eyes.

From the moment of the break, to the time when he came to Ning Que Yantao, the burly middle-aged man only threw one punch.

Hulan Haihai pondered for many days, put aside the fetters of the world, and decided to make a complete break with the past, condensing all the spirits of the martial arts in the world.

Only one such fist is needed, and it is enough to beat the strong man of the fourth generation like a dog.

Such a fist simply cannot be stopped, and there are simply not many people in the world who are worthy of him to strike twice.

No one could stop the punch.

The Tang Emperor couldn't, and neither could the Xiling Temple.

However, when this fist was about to touch Ning Que, it stopped. Such a decisive and perfect punch, in Ye Hongyu's opinion, had no return, and it stopped at Ning Que's eyes.

This and the transformation between extreme movement and extreme stillness show the incredible martial arts realm of the middle-aged man.

Yes, no one in the world can stop this fist, except the middle-aged man himself.

But this, the fist came from Tuyang City thousands of miles through the plains and across the lake, carrying endless determination, and even with the determination to be the enemy of the world, why did it stop at this time?

A scholar appeared beside Ning Que at some point.

The scholar wore an old robe, a pair of broken straw sandals, a wooden scoop tied around his waist, and an old book inserted, and his lacquer body was full of dust, but he looked extremely clean.

The scholar couldn't tell how old he was, and he didn't exude any powerful aura, so he just stood quietly beside Ning Que like that, even because he looked a little honest and wooden.

However, as long as he stood here, no matter how powerful the fist was, no matter how perfect and decisive, the fist that could not be stopped must be stopped, and he did not dare to move towards the Tao again.

Because he is the senior brother of the academy.

(Yes, dear, there's another chapter.) ）