If this young man in the hat is really from the old snow city, then he will stop the other party at all costs, even if he dies. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

Xuanyuan Po decided to do so.

The young man in the hat was unaffected by this sentence and remained calm.

Just like he gives people, everything is just ordinary to him, even if it is life and death.

Now that each other's attitudes are clear, then the next step should be the process of proofing.

Xuanyuan Po knew that the other party was very strong, at least much stronger than himself, so he chose to strike first.

From standing in the seemingly humble ring in Matsucho early the morning before yesterday, and then winning nine in a row, and now, this is the first time he has taken the lead.

The boots landed on the hard bluestone ground with a dull sound.

In the cold air in front of the Imperial City, there were countless continuous popping sounds.

The plosives weren't very loud, but they were very clear.

It was the sound of air being struck by something, and it was directly shattered before it had time to deform and squeeze.

It can be imagined how fast Xuanyuan broke through, and the onlookers couldn't see it clearly with the naked eye, and could only vaguely see an afterimage.

Behind the afterimage was a cloud of smoke, directed at the young man in the hat.

Xuanyuan Po's left fist burst out of the air, roaring and falling, and there was a hidden wind and thunder in the middle, containing unimaginable strength and might.

Before the iron fist arrived, the smoke and dust rose first, like a dark cloud, enveloping the field.

A young man in a hat stepped out of the smoke.

Then, he carried his left hand behind his back.

With this movement, his aura changed.

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Xiao De withdrew from the Chosen Ceremony, but still came to the scene today.

He took more than a dozen subordinates, standing on a hillside near the castle tower, looking at the picture in front of the imperial city, silent, not knowing what he was thinking.

Neither the young man in the hat appeared like a lonely peak, nor Xuanyuan Po's strong and powerful declaration, but it didn't make his expression change in any way.

However, when the young man walked out of the smoke and dust and put his left hand behind him, Xiao De's expression changed suddenly, and his face even became a little pale.

It reminded him of a scene he had seen many years ago when he was in Hanshan.

The middle-aged scholar in front of the woods seemed to be in this way.

The middle-aged scholar turned his back to him and Liu Qing, looking intently at the fruit.

The powerhouse of the demon clan and the number one assassin in the world?

When he turned, the night would envelop the cold mountains.

Of course, everything in the world is just ordinary and not worth mentioning.

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A young man in a hat stepped out of the smoke.

He wasn't the middle-aged scholar in the Cold Mountain yet, so the sky above the White Emperor City hadn't darkened.

But when he raised his right hand to meet Xuanyuan Po's left fist, the night still came as usual.

The night can envelop thousands of miles of cold mountains, and it can also cover the entire sky, it can contain or devour everything, and naturally it can also block a fist.

Without any sound, Xuanyuan Po's fist was grasped by his hand.

Subsequently, nothing changed.

Hold it and hold it, and you will not be able to leave, unless the morning light returns to the earth, and in an instant it will be tomorrow morning.

Looking at this scene, whether it was the demon people who were watching, or the big people who were observing from a distance, they were shocked and speechless.

The day before yesterday in the ring match in Xiacheng District, Xuanyuan Po's fist showed unimaginable strength and might, every punch seemed to be about to fall apart, after winning nine games in a row, he really made a great name, and even became a god-like character in the hearts of the poor people of the demon clan.

However, today, Xuanyuan's broken fist seemed so weak that he couldn't even break free from the opponent's palm!

How strong the realm strength of this young man wearing a hat must be!

The atmosphere became tense, the air seemed to freeze, and the faces of the people showed shock and worry.

Xuanyuan Po's expression did not change at all, a little wooden, which can also be said to be calm.

It's still the same as it was a moment ago, it's the same as the day before, it's the same as it was in previous years.

He didn't panic, because he had already expected that the young man in the hat was indeed much stronger than himself.

What's more, he hasn't used his most powerful means yet.

Whether it was the nine battles the day before yesterday, or every conflict he had encountered in the tavern with Matsucho in the past few years, he had not used that kind of means.

Even when he was pushed forward to the Kyoto National Religious Academy, he didn't really use that kind of means.

His strongest means is still his fists.

But not an intact left fist, but ...... A seemingly atrophied, crippled right fist.

Xuanyuan Po raised his right fist and swung it forward.

His right arm was once seriously injured, and all the meridians were broken by Tian Hague, and he was later nearly healed by Chen Changshengzhi, but as he began to learn a certain exercise, his right arm was not completely recovered, but the injury gradually worsened, especially in the past few years, there has been a very serious atrophy.

Now his right arm was small, like a branch and like a child's arm, and it was even more pitiful than his burly body.

In the tavern by the river, this is the main reason why he is being teased.

No one will make fun of him today, only sympathize and pity him.

Obviously invincible but still unwilling to give up, in the eyes of everyone, Xuanyuan Po is very brave, but this kind of courage is so sad.

Xuanyuan Po ignored the sympathetic sighs coming from all around, and silently and intently waved his arm and smashed it into the other party's face.

It was a smash rather than a bang, because he was holding his fist and striking it from top to bottom, with the bottom edge of his fist, not with the hardest front of his fist.

It looks a bit like a frustrated slap, but it's more like slapping the sewage in the dishwashing basin when you're angry.

The most similar thing is actually a falling hammer.

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In the mountains and forests next to the castle tower, Xiaode's expression changed suddenly and he took a step forward.

On the observation deck, the patriarch of the Xiang clan suddenly opened his eyes.

In the stone hall, Mrs. Mu raised her thin eyebrows slightly, as if she was like a sword.

In this scene, ordinary people can only see frustration and hopelessness, but they can see something more.

For example, just as Xuanyuan broke out his punch, the desolate fire aura emitted by the Heavenly Tree in the mountains in the distance suddenly increased several times!

A huge black bear figure appears in the sky!

It stretched out its claws and tore apart the night that hung over the Imperial City!

Rain clouds poured out of the night, and a flash of lightning suddenly grew from the depths!

The square in front of the imperial city is illuminated incomparably brightly.

In that dazzling light, Xuanyuan Po's right arm moved forward at high speed, expanding sharply and becoming larger.

His fist also grew several times larger, as if it were a hammer in the hands of the gods.

His fists fell like hammers.

The lightning fell at the same time.

There was a loud bang.

Fists and lightning fell on the young man in the hat at the same time.