The wind didn't have time to blow, people's eyes didn't have time to blink, and they didn't have time to exclaim.

The knife had already arrived in front of Xuanyuan Po's body, and he saw that his neck was about to be cut off and his head was about to fall.

The demon court official had already prepared in advance, but he was shocked to find that Nirvana's knife was actually faster than he expected, and he still didn't have time to stop it. The petty officer behind the table was also prepared, but it was still difficult to suppress the joy in his heart, but the smile was too late to put on his face.

It was a very short time clip, and the sound did not have time to spread, and there was silence around the ring, filled with an atmosphere of horror.

Finally breaking the silence and returning the flow of time to normal was a clear voice.

It wasn't the sound of a knife rubbing, or the sound of bones from the head falling to the ground, but a muffled pop.

It's like a ripe fruit falling on hard ground and smashing into a smash.

It's like a skin bag full of wine being flattened by the patriarch of the Xiang clan.

It's more like a fist slamming into the mud.

Yes, this sound is the most like, because that's what really happened.

Nirvana's iron knife was as fast as lightning, but Xuanyuan's broken fist was even faster.

His fist was so fast that no one could see it, not even a trace of the afterimage.

Before the iron knife was half a foot away from his neck, his fist had already smashed into Nirvana's face.

The unimaginable force fell with the fist.

Nirvana's face began to deform, the bridge of his nose sank, his eyes cracked, his jaw torn, and countless blood spread out like blooming petals.

Under Xuanyuan's broken fist, his face looked like a puddle of mud.

His neck bone snapped almost at the same time, and his head flipped back and hung on his back.

It looks like a heavy red fruit, hanging on the branches.

This picture looks a little weird and extremely terrifying.

As a long-known demon clan powerhouse, Nirvana did not die immediately, and there was an incomprehensible sound from the cracked throat bone, and he shook it several times in the ring before finally falling to the ground, accompanied by those ugly and smelly juice splashes, and died.

Up and down the ring, there was a dead silence, and there was no sound.

The carp deacon looked at Xuanyuan Po and looked a little dazed.

The people, who had not yet had time to exclaim, looked sluggish and forgot to exclaim.

The little official was about to celebrate Xuanyuan Po's death, and his smile finally appeared, but it was more ugly than crying.

Xuanyuan Po looked at his fist, a little stunned.

Then he looked at Nirvana's corpse and shook his head, saying, "You're too fast. ”

Participating in the Heavenly Election Ceremony today, he didn't think about killing someone.

It's just that the opponent's knife came too quickly, and the killing intent came too fiercely.

How do you turn power into speed? How do you get the most out of speed?

Don't be too deliberate.

Rise as you please.

Fall as you like.

Although there was no formal ceremony, Xuanyuan Po once worshipped Luo Luo as his teacher, and Luo Luo was Chen Changsheng's only female student.

From this point of view, he was originally a member of the old temple in Xining Town, and he was a student of the National Education College, and he lived with Chen Changsheng for a long time.

Whether it is as you follow your mind or as you like, it is all about cultivating your mind, and your mind is the only way in the world that cannot be cultivated.

He said that his opponent's knife was too fast, not to say cool words, but to tell the truth.

The knife was so fast that he didn't have time to think, he didn't have time to think, he could only move on instinct.

There is no need to think, act first, so that it is truly free.

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Xuanyuan Po stepped out of the ring.

The crowd of onlookers parted like a tidal wave.

The demon court official, looking at Xuanyuan Po's figure, raised his eyebrows slightly, and called his subordinates to ask him to check Xuanyuan Po's origin.

In the first battle, Xuanyuan Po directly stupefied the Xiang clan disciple with his strength, which had already shocked him and the elder council official.

But it was certainly not as strong as the shock it brought him.

Because Nirvana is a real demon powerhouse.

When the demon court official saw the picture of Nirvana's lightning sword, he was even more sure that even he was not Nirvana's opponent.

However, Nirvana was defeated by the fist of this bear youth!

If Nirvana is a real powerhouse, then what is this young man of the bear clan?

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Xuanyuan Po walked over to the small table.

This is the third time he has come to this small table today.

The face of the official he knew had changed many times.

At first, the petty official's face was full of contempt and mockery, then shock and avoidance, then humiliation and resentment.

Now, the petty official's face was extremely pale, as if he had suffered from the cold, but he was sweating incessantly.

Especially when Xuanyuan Po stood in front of the table and the shadow fell on him, he sweated like pulp, and his clothes were soaked in an instant.

An official watched from the sidelines, and asked with some concern, "Cao Si, are you okay?"

Xuanyuan Po only knew the name of this petty official at this time.

The petty official responded a few words with some vagueness, raised his sleeves and kept wiping his sweat, but he wiped it clean.

Xuanyuan Po knew why he was like this, but he didn't pay attention to it, and after the list was confirmed, he left.

The petty official raised his head, looked at Xuanyuan Po's back, and couldn't help but think about what he said in the tavern the day before.

At that time, he had drunk a lot of wine, and had forgotten many things, but today he was so frightened that he had already remembered all those words.

"Isn't this just a piece of rubbish!"

"Such a waste bragging, do you really believe it? Return the master of the Tianhai family...... Let's just say that Tianhai is better than snow!"

"Cub bear, stop me!"

"Look at his hands, this is a waste, he doesn't have any strength, he only deserves to wash dishes, and he says that he is the director of the Anglican Academy?"

"That's the Anglican Academy! If you have the skills, you're going to stay here and wash the dishes?"

Thinking that he had scolded this person so much nonsense that day, his sweat flowed faster.

When he remembered that he had spit in front of this person that day, he felt even more dizzy and was about to faint.

Xuanyuan Po walked out of the crowd, came to the corner of the street, took out the beef buns from the paper bag and ate them.

After the first battle, he found that the battle was really exhausting, so he went to the steamed bun shop to buy the last drawer of beef buns.

Sure enough, he had only thrown two punches so far, and he felt extremely hungry.

The buns have been cooled, the gravy is slightly congealed, and it is not too tasty, but he eats it very attentively.

People are also watching attentively.

There was still a fierce battle in the ring, but no one was paying attention.

All eyes fell on the street outside, on Xuanyuan Po's body, on his hands.

It's as if the meat bun in his hand is the best thing in the world.