A fierce wind came out of his fist, enveloping Han Yi, and the weeds on the ground broke off one by one, flying sand and rocks, and dust flying.

At this time, Han Yi had no choice but to turn over and turn into horse-shaped hooves.

He let out a long roar, his whole body crackled and made a chaotic sound, and his whole body was instantly strong and high, and his breath was heroic.

His legs and feet kicked dozens of legs in the air in a row, and the speed was so fast that only a shadow remained.

The shadows are continuous into a piece, like a trick without a shadowless leg, but the arc of Han Yi's leg trajectory is natural, and the trend of continuous films, like a big wave of sand, wave after wave, seems to be endless.

But when the fists and feet touch, the victory or defeat is instantaneous.

Han Yi felt the other party's punch, which made him look up, and his legs kicked up, and he felt that the middle-aged man's bones were as tough as King Kong, and they were elastic, the muscles and flesh were like dragon tendons, and the skin was like elephant skin.

A master of the world who has practiced to a very high level!

Bang Bang Bang !!

Han Yi was finally invincible to the power of this punch, even if he resisted the strength of his fist with several legs, as soon as he touched it, he still collapsed, like paper paste, and retreated five or six steps in succession, stepping out of the pit on the ground every step.

Han Yi's breath was shocked, his face became solemn and ugly, he could imagine that his breath was so weak all of a sudden, and then he would be broken through the defense by the middle-aged man, and he would be beaten to death.

"Not bad!"

The middle-aged man saw that his punch was resisted by Han Yi, and a trace of appreciation flashed in his eyes, but his movements did not stop at all, and another punch blasted out, like a tornado, under one punch, the air in front of him was all emptied, and a surging sound of huge waves was emitted, rumbling as if a mountain was moving forward.

The weight of a fist seems to carry the weight of mountains and rivers, heavy, like the earth is virtuous, carrying all things.

Han Yi felt that the power of the opponent's fist was transmitted to his body through the air, not only his body and flesh seemed to be hit by a sledgehammer, but even his soul seemed to be shaken one after another.

Han Yi's breathing became more and more rapid, and a strong cyclone was also caused between swallowing and breathing, but compared to the middle-aged man's punch, it was still very small.

Thundered!

It's like a train coming, and a punch is in front of you in an instant.

The cyclone visible to the naked eye, the wind howling and circling, if it weren't for the fact that both of them were masters, it would be difficult for ordinary people to stand firm at all.

Ride the clouds and the wind.

Bang!

The middle-aged man's fist broke through the distance of space in an instant, and made a dull sound like King Kong, blasting towards Han Yi, how can he block it alone?

Rumble!

There was a tremor, as if it sounded in front of Han Yi, like a spring thunder explosion, and everything woke up.

Han Yi's pupils shrank suddenly, burst out with fine light, and then turned into an endless wave, just like seeing him suddenly become bigger, like a little giant, roar!

There was a long roar, the wind and clouds gathered, and the tiger-shaped splitting fist was directly punched out with one palm.

Han Yi has no way to retreat, he can only shake the hard with hard!

Han Yi's whole body was covered with small cyan bumps, his qi reached all over his body, and his blood was as strong as practicing a golden bell hood iron cloth shirt, running up and down, and his whole body was like fine iron, and his fist strength and kung fu seemed to have been promoted to a new level at the time of life and death.

But the middle-aged man's fists can be penetrated by practicing steel, even if Han Yi is improving his kung fu, making a breakthrough in life and death, improving his physical fitness by a few points, and strengthening his flesh and blood, he still feels that he is a mantis arm as a car.

Han Yi's face flashed blue and red, and then he flew backwards, and the other person was already completely confused in mid-air, and blood also spurted out of his mouth, as if an ordinary person had been hit by an acute car.

Click!

In the end, Han Yi broke the trunk of a hundred-year-old tree before he stopped, half of his body was unresponsive, his arms were folded, his bones were completely broken, and his chest was even deeper into a small pit the size of a fist.

Blood spurted out of his mouth, and Han Yi spit out two mouthfuls in a row before it was gone, but he could still feel that the bones in his chest were completely broken, the muscles and veins were all broken, and the blood was like a derailed train, scurrying everywhere in his body.

If it weren't for the fact that he was the Sect Master of Transformation Strength, Han Yi would definitely not have survived with that punch just now.

Han Yi coughed up two mouthfuls of blood and felt the state of his body, "Sure enough, this person is not as strong as words, he is even stronger than Martial King Kong, he should be a peerless master who has not yet reached the level of King Kong above the half-step King Kong is not bad!"

"Such a person came to seize the Sunset Bow, it seems that Nian Qianzhen's plan to kill Xuan Gongzi has been exposed. ”

Han Yi's face seemed to be happy and sad, he looked up at the sky, the sun was golden, it was in the middle of the day, and when a shadow shrouded him, the middle-aged man had already walked in front of him, still holding a bow box in his hand.

The middle-aged man's body was illuminated by golden light, and the whole person seemed to be plated with a layer of golden light, swinging out circles of light, and the brilliance was even better.

"Are you King Kong not bad?" Han Yi opened his mouth to speak, causing the wound on his chest, and blood flowed out involuntarily.

"Oh, do you know a lot?" The middle-aged man stopped in front of Han Yi, and as soon as he slapped the bow box, he shattered the entire wooden box, leaking out the iron tire bow inside, this bow was ordinary in the sunlight, except for the rotten smell that had been buried for hundreds of years, there was no trace of uniqueness.

The middle-aged man took the bow in his hand and stroked it back and forth, "I'm not bad King Kong yet, but Xiao Zhou Tian is just walking on the road of King Kong is not bad, if I am not bad King Kong, you can't stop my punch." ”

Ahem······

Han Yi spit out blood again, his eyes were a little sluggish, he felt that the person in front of him had a layer of golden light, and this endless shadow, the shadow enveloped him, and he couldn't breathe.

Airplanes!

The middle-aged man tugged on the bowstring, and the buzzing sound rippled.

Han Yi's head suddenly hurt, and a scorching air flow was felt by him, as if there was an extra thermocore in his head, emitting endless heat, as a result, he just felt the pain in his unconscious chest and arms, as if he had a pain.

"There is no side deviation in the high and low, and the bin hong is in the middle, and the fall is not visible. It's a real sunset bow!"

The middle-aged man loosened his bow, held it in his palm, and carried it behind his peers, with his big sleeves fluttering like a fairy riding the wind with the clouds.

"Good demeanor!"

Han Yi said with envy and admiration in his eyes.

"Die!"

The middle-aged man didn't look at Han Yi, and directly punched out, thundering and wind, all on top of one punch.

Han Yi closed his eyes.

Crackling!

Han Yi suddenly opened his eyes again!

A seven-colored rainbow-colored light flashed from the pupil in his eye!

Turning into a long bridge of lightning and shining into the eyes of the middle-aged man, the middle-aged man's body shook, and his fist suddenly stopped on Han Yi's head, separated by three inches, and he didn't move.

The thunderous wind is gone.

Then, the middle-aged man began to bleed from the corners of his mouth, nose, ears, and finally his eyes.

"There are vines and grass in the wild, and there is no dew. There is a beautiful person, as graceful as Qingyang. ”

"I seem to see a peerless woman standing by the water through this rainbow, she is outstanding, a pearl, alas······"

The middle-aged man said, with a somewhat admiring and complicated look on his face, and then he was silent.

Han Yi also fainted with a headache.

For a time the woods were quiet and secluded, and after a long time, the sound of birds sounded, and the chirping was very pleasant.

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"The Book of Poetry, Zheng Feng, Wild Grass": "There are vines and grass in the wild, and there is zero dew. There is a beautiful person, as graceful as Qingyang. "Qingyang" is the meaning of watery, and the clear water is a metaphor for smart and bright eyes. Ask for a monthly pass, a recommended ticket.