"Bang!"

After a loud bang, a small crater appeared along with the smoke of gunpowder.

Ying Tianyi sat down on the ground, and the beads in the pit slowly floated in front of him and were grabbed by him.

A close-range explosion blasted his arm out of the bloody gap. It didn't take long for the surrounding mist to pour in, a small part repairing his wounds, most of them floating in a twist and change not far in front of him.

This time the fog was a bit bigger than the previous two combined.

After hesitating for a moment, Ying Tianyi put the beads back into the storage bag on his waist.

"If you can't kill the master, then I'm still afraid of a bird. Saying that, Ying Tianyi put his hands together, grabbed his wrist with one hand and warmed himself up.

The fog closed, and the person who appeared this time was a head taller than Ying Tianyi.

In line with the principle of striking first to be strong, Ying Tianyi took the lead and swung away with a punch.

Na Cheng thought that the man tilted his head slightly and dodged his attack. Then he handed out a punch.

Ying Tianyi's abdomen was like a lightning strike, and his back was arched like a shrimp. Blood ran down the corners of his mouth. He couldn't give up, he raised his hand and clenched his fist with difficulty, and swept with his fist.

Who thought that the man didn't move at all, and directly lifted Ying Tianyi up, threw it into the air, and kicked it sideways.

"Boom!"

With a muffled sound, Ying Tianyi fell to the ground, and the pain of broken ribs instantly spread throughout his body. He looked down at the storage bag on his waist, "Damn, you can't blow it up, and you can't fight it if you come out after it's blown up." ”

A wisp of smoke repaired his body as he muttered.

"Bang!"

The fog man was unrelenting, and flew up and smashed it straight at Ying Tianyi's head, but fortunately Ying Tianyi dodged it, rolled on the ground and stood up again.

The Misty Man turned his head and swept with his fist, and Ying Tianyi bent down to dodge. I can hide from the first day of junior high school, but I can't hide from the fifteenth. Another punch came to you.

"Boom. ”

Ying Tianyi was punched away and framed against the wall. After struggling to get down, a tumble dodged a kick. Entangled with the Fog Man again.

"It's all so hard now, I don't know what the next one will be after the master is killed. Ying Tianyi was knocked back a few steps by a punch again, and said in his heart: "I don't know if my head has been blown out, whether this thing can be repaired." Blindly thinking about the notice, he glanced back at the long wisp of smoke that was following behind him.

"Bang!"

After a short slip, Ying Tianyi was punched out again.

......

The snow became heavier and heavier, and gradually the already bald earth was once again clothed with new clothes. Huge snowflakes slowly decorate and close the rift, making the rift and the abyss look no different at this moment. Just like the terrain is high and low, there is nothing new.

This winter.

Qingzhou's Taibai Sword Sect Master, Ling Qing Xuan Xuan Xuan Immortal, returned with a little girl.

Two months later, Ling Qingxuan led his master to accept apprentices, and the Taibai Sword Sect had an extra young girl with great seniority. The world knows it.

.....

A week later.

In the abyss.

Ying Tianyi took advantage of the situation like an ape, and the fog man behind him chased closely.

Under high-speed movement, the surrounding fog quickly separates.

After dodging a few times, Ying Tianyi suddenly turned around and swept away. The Fogman raised his fist to block, and Ying Tianyi suddenly twisted his body and kicked the Fogman in the neck at an incredible angle.

The body is not big, but the blow is powerful.

The Misty Man was half-kneeling on the ground, holding the ground with one hand and raising the other to grab his ankle.

Ying Tianyi's feet were wide open, and he pushed the fog man's shoulders hard with both hands, and flew out with his strength. He turned around and began to move again.

............

Great Monday has ruled the world for nearly a thousand years, and the world has been divided. With nothing more than that one person and one sword.

However, for three hundred years, the dark tide in all parts of the country is surging, and the heart of the old scholars is becoming stronger and stronger, since the Western Frost Continent Xiao Shi raised the flag to rebel, there are small forces in various places to rebel, except for a few continents that have become vassal states are relatively quiet, the whole country is like an ant, although it is not crippled, but it is itchy and unbearable.

Southeast Chudi.

The Xiang clan is under the banner of destroying Zhou Fuchu. Led by patriarch Xiang Liang. Raise the banner in Yiwu, hometown.

In a city.

Just experienced a big battle, and corpses are everywhere.

The walls of the city cracked, the gates collapsed, countless severed limbs and wreckage lay on the ground, blood stained the earth, and the walls splashed everywhere, showing the tragedy of the war.

In the city, the lord's mansion.

A young man put on armor and a helmet, bent over a man's head, lifted the halberd in his hand upward, raised his head, stood up, and raised the head in his hand high.

Below the boy was a mountain of corpses piled up by the corpses of nearly 100 people, and the armor was stained with blood, and it was impossible to distinguish whether it was his own or the enemy's.

The ironclad soldiers who suddenly rushed in outside saw this scene and knelt on the ground one after another. The leader shouted loudly: "Subordinates see General Xiang." ”

The entire Chudi Martial Temple shook, and countless martial arts turned into torrents and flew towards the location of the young man.

The corpse under the young man's body was shattered, and countless blood flowed into the earth. The soldiers kneeling on the ground not far away only felt the wind howling and buried their heads even tighter.

The boy held a halberd and turned out half a crescent moon.

"Boom!"

After a muffled sound, the martial arts that had originally gathered from all continents and were about to burrow into the boy's body were shattered. Here we return to heaven and earth.

"Death is coming back to you. The young man raised his arms and shouted, and the soldiers around him followed suit. The sound roared like a mountain.

The young man's surname is Xiang Mingyu, and all the enemies of this city were slaughtered by him alone.

..............

Qingzhou, the western mountain range, on the big mountain west of the Great Lake.

There is a domineering gang known all over the world, called the Tiger Descending Gang.

The leader of the Tiger Descending Mountain Gang is an Earth Immortal Martial Master of the Eight Realms, and he is only half a step away from ascending to the Nine Realms, which is called the "top of the mountain" by the warriors of the world.

The Tiger Descending Gang is a well-known gang on and off the mountain, but because of this name, many disciples who have traveled down the mountain can't raise their heads. There was once an elder who led all the disciples to write a book of blood, almost "forcing the palace".

When the gang leader Yang Shengpeng heard this, he directly lifted the elder who took the lead with one hand, rose into the air, pressed the elder's head to the nearby big lake and rubbed it for dozens of miles, and then lifted him up with a smile and asked, "How about the tiger going down the mountain to help this name?"

Since then, there has been no call for the gang to change its name.

The gang leader, Mr. Yang, is a decent person, and he once said that no matter how old he is, he will come to worship the mountain. Come to the small ones and fight the small ones, and come to the old ones to fight.

According to what he said, if the tiger doesn't come down and take a nap on the mountain, the fucking won't be a tiger?

On this day, a young man in straw shoes came to the tiger to go down the mountain to help the mountain, and knocked over the disciples who guarded the mountain with a few punches. Then I twisted my wrist to warm up.

The tigers went down the mountain to help, and the martial artists were like clouds, among which young warriors abounded, but the young man relied on brute force to get in.

Among them, many teenagers from the Third and Fourth Realms were not his enemies. Even the young man who was known as the first person in the gang only made him lose a little bit of strength, and only carried the boy's three punches.

The young man hit the mountain gate from the bottom of the mountain, grabbed the neck of the young man who was called the first in the gang, lifted him high, and shouted to the mountain gate in front of him: "Remember my name, my name is Wang Daring, master." ”

On this day, Old Man Yang broke through the barrier and flew outside the mountain gate to boldly capture the king who did not know the height of the sky and the height of the earth into the mountain gate.

The entire Qingzhou is waiting to see what will happen to this tiger descending gang leader Old Man Yang, a decent person, after being picked.

Three days later, the news came out of the gang, and the elders of the gate announced it to the world.

Old Man Yang, the leader of the Tiger Descending Mountain, was moved by the sincerity of a young man named Wang Daring and accepted him as a retreat disciple. A ceremony will be held in a week's time, waiting for everyone to come and watch.....

This idea is very "tiger down the mountain", the kid who hit the mountain gate is his own apprentice, so is it still a fight?

.....

The coast of the South China Sea.

On top of a mountain as high as the sky. A long-bearded old man dressed in sackcloth stood on the top of the peak.

The wind blew on the old man's body like a knife, and there was a sound of steel rubbing, but it did not cut even a corner of his clothes, let alone hurt the old man.

The sky was misty and misty, surrounding him, and the old man slowly opened his eyes. His expression was slightly angry. A punch was thrown into the sky.

"Bang!"

After a single punch, the clouds were beaten ten miles higher, and then dissipated into nothingness.

The old man's clothes were dignified, and with a gentle step of his left foot, the mountain under his feet was trampled into the earth by the old man for dozens of miles.

The mountains are full of luck and shocks.

"I heard that there is another martial artist on Sui Zhou's side, and I hope I can play with him in a few decades, but unfortunately he is dead. ”

The old man is a martial artist of the Ten Realms who has already reached the top, if anyone can help the martial artists of the world to take that dead-end road, it is none other than him.

The old man, who has few opponents in the world, feels a little lonely for the first time, and there is no martial artist in the whole world who is his enemy. Xin said: "At the moment, do you go to the South China Sea to meet the lord who spoils your interest? Or go to Xiling to take a look at the old Taoist with a bull's nose? As for the unscrupulous scholar in Beishan, it doesn't matter if he doesn't see it, he can't pee in a pot." ”

The breeze was blowing, and a few birds flew past him on the side of the mountain peaks that had descended for miles.

.....

Another week passed.

Under the abyss.

"Bang!"

After Ying Tianyi and the fog man exchanged punches, the two of them retreated. The boy slammed to the ground and punched again.

The fog man swung his fist and wanted to touch it, but the young man suddenly lowered his head, hugged the fog man's legs, put him down, and then rode on his body, and hit him on the head with a fierce blow.

The fog man held his head with both hands, but the young man's attack poured down into the torrential rain. A few punches were taken out of the time by the boy to hit the head, constantly hitting the ground behind him.

After a few hits, the Mistman's defenses slackened. Ying Tianyi seized the opportunity and hit him with a few heavy punches.

The fog man dissipated suddenly.

Ying Tianyi only felt indescribably refreshed, and couldn't help but shiver a few times.

Outside the abyss, the entire gate shook down the mountain, and the cracks that were originally covered by snowflakes were also revealed with the tremors.

A long golden dragon condensed in the sky, and with a long groan, the sea of clouds shook.

The golden dragon churned a few times in the sea of clouds, followed straight down, went straight into the abyss, and crashed into Ying Tianyi, who was half-kneeling on the ground.

Ying Tianyi was indescribably happy in his heart, stood up, and hit a few boxing piles that he had learned in the Iron Fist Gate.

Fists are in the momentum, and tigers and tigers are in the wind.

..........

The old man on the top of the mountain was a little surprised, two of the strongest martial artists in the same realm broke the mirror within a week, this is a very rare novelty.