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Daylight is coming.

Lightning strikes.

The fist fell.

All of this happened in a very short period of time.

Those who can see all the pictures clearly are only a very small number of really strong people, such as Xiaode, such as those big people in the imperial city.

The demon people around the square could only see a dazzling light and the incomparably huge black bear light and shadow in the sky, and they opened their mouths wide in shock, unable to make any sound, and then were awakened by a huge rumbling sound, and then retreated again and again by a wave of air.

The wind howled incessantly, whipping up all the dust in the cracks of the bluestone, obscuring all vision and dimming the light a little.

The lightning was so bright that it couldn't be hidden, and the two figures were so clear.

The young man in the hat finally left his back and raised it in front of him, blocking Xuanyuan's iron-like right fist.

His palms clenched tightly, also turning into fists.

This time, the night couldn't swallow it all.

The lightning that fell from the sky, along with Xuanyuan's broken fist, landed on his fist with great accuracy.

Countless dazzling wires surrounded Xuanyuan Po's right arm, making a crackling sound.

Boom! Those two fists gave birth to two unimaginable violent forces!

Countless cracks have grown on the hard bluestone ground!

What is even more shocking is that those cracks go so far into the ground that they are so dark that they cannot be seen at all.

The young man's arms trembled slightly, his clothes vibrated as well, and he could vaguely see that the expression on his face had become extremely solemn.

With a snorting sound, his hat was cut several times by the knife-like wind, and he looked a little embarrassed.

Is Xuanyuan Po really going to win?

Just when the people were just starting to get excited, suddenly, the electric light disappeared.

The young man in the hat seemed to have cast some kind of magic that was not of this world.

The lightning, which at a glance knew contained an unimaginable power of heaven and earth, disappeared into his palm in such a strange way.

There was a soft crack, like a ripe fruit falling to the ground and smashing into a mess.

The sound was so soft that it was hard to hear in the howling wind.

Several demon clan bigwigs in the high places of the imperial city heard it.

Kotoku, who was standing outside the castle tower, also heard this, and his face became extremely ugly.

It was the voice he had heard in the cold mountains.

It was the sound of night covering the heavens and the earth again.

The night has a weight, and it is so heavy that the earth can sometimes hardly carry it.

It was the sound of the hardest thing breaking.

That thing could be a heavenly stone in the cold mountain, or a cold rock in the lonely peak of the Snow Ridge, or it could be a hard fist.

The wind is blowing.

Xuanyuan Po's fist is separated from the fist of the young man in the hat.

Countless white hot mist emerged from Xuanyuan's torn clothes, and then quickly condensed into water droplets by the slightly cold wind, wetting the cracked bluestone ground.

It looks like the picture of the Hu Ji steamed bun shop in Matsucho every morning.

A stream of blood spurted out from between his lips, making the bluestone floor even wetter.

Xuanyuan Po shook a little, and a dense cracking sound sounded in his body.

More than ten streams of blood and water spurted out of his body like arrows, knocking out more than ten round holes in his clothes, looking like a waterfall that went upside down.

Looking at this scene, countless exclamations and screams rang out all around.

The big men above the imperial city were silent with different expressions.

The Bear Clan Patriarch turned to look at the Great Elder, his face as cold as frost.

Outside the castle tower, Xiao De's face was even more ugly than that of the bear patriarch.

They all knew that Xuanyuan was ruined, and it was very badly defeated, more than ten qi points were shattered, and if it was not treated properly afterwards, it was even very likely to become a waste.

They had expected such an outcome beforehand, but looking at Xuanyuan Po's fist that fell with thunder and lightning, they thought that there might be a miracle.

Xiao De didn't expect a miracle to happen, but he always thought that the young man in the hat should have a very hard time.

Because in his opinion, if it were him, if he wanted to take this punch, he would have to pay a big price.

Who would have thought that the young man in the hat would not retreat from a single step!

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The young man in the hat slowly withdrew his hands.

Then, he slowly took three steps back.

During this process, he always stared at Xuanyuan Po's eyes, his expression was extremely solemn, and he was extremely vigilant.

It wasn't until he retreated three steps away that Xuanyuan Po still didn't strike again, and he confirmed that the other party no longer had the ability to fight.

The cold wind stirred the tattered hat, revealing more of his face.

You can vaguely see that his face is very handsome, and there is a kind of bewitching charm, but it is paler than yesterday, without a trace of blood.

"I guessed your right hand would be powerful, but I didn't expect you to be so powerful. ”

He looked at Xuanyuan Po and said: "Back then, you didn't fight in the National Education Academy, and you were made an exception to be ranked in the Qingyun List, and now that you think about it, Tianji Lao'er does have some vision." ”

Xuanyuan Po was covered in blood, stood in place and said, "But I couldn't defeat you. ”

The young man wearing the hat was silent for a while, and said, "Your talent is indeed very strong, and the exercises that Chen Changsheng chose for you are also very strong, and they are suitable. However, the so-called heavenly thunder is actually still contained in the rain clouds, but I am not a worldly person, I was born on the clouds, how can your heavenly thunder hit me?"

When he said this, his voice trembled slightly, and his face became even paler.

Obviously, in order to take Xuanyuan Po's punch, he also paid a lot of price, far from being as easy as Xiao De thought.

But what really made his voice tremble slightly, and his face turned even paler, was because he was telling a lie—he was the most noble king in the world, with supreme pride and dignity, and he felt humiliated to have to use other means and lie in the face of such a lowly adversary.

Xuanyuan Po just used the most powerful move in the Heavenly Thunder Channel.

Even if he wants to take this move head-on, he needs to pay a big, even heavy price.

But then he has to complete one of the most important historical missions in the White Emperor City for thousands of years, and he must look invulnerable, so he must not be injured.

Therefore, he did not use his own realm cultivation strength to defeat Xuanyuan Po, but used other means.

In the beginning, he had his left hand behind his back, not because he was not underestimated or confident, but because he wanted to make sure that he could untie something from his belt at any time.

That thing was a stone seal.

Feeling the hard touch of the seal in his palm, he felt more and more unpleasant.

In order to hide this unpleasant mood, he wanted to be more light-hearted.

His gaze fell on the iron sword on Xuanyuan's waist, and said, "If you use this sword, it may last longer." ”

Xuanyuan Po looked at the left fist he was holding, shook his head and said, "Even if I use a sword, I can't beat that thing in your hand." ”

When he said this, his expression was still so calm, or rather wooden.

The young man in the hat felt that his words were full of ridicule and disdain, and there was a cold killing intent in his eyes.