The scorching sun in the scorching heat is bright and shining, and the light makes people panic. The sunlight from the www.biquge.info of the pen is like a rain of fire falling from the sky, and even the slightest touch of it is enough to burn a person.

In the silent and windless wilderness, an old willow tree that has lived for an unknown number of years, even if it bends down tiredly, still hangs down its black-brown flecked residual leaves to protect a dilapidated small temple under it, providing shade and tranquility for passing visitors who have nowhere to go.

I really hope that this tranquility will never be destroyed, Shi Yanduan, who was leaning on the trunk of the old willow tree, raised his hand, and his fingertips lightly touched the somewhat broken leaves in front of his head.

It's a pity that I don't know how long this old willow tree can last in this difficult summer, just as Shi Yanduan doesn't know how long he can hold on to the pursuit of Tokto.

"Ahem", Shi Yanduan covered his mouth and nose with his hands, although he suppressed the violent wheezing, he couldn't stop some thick reddish-brown liquid from flowing out of his fingers.

Are you going to die? Shi Yanduan thought about it, his hands drooped, and he closed his eyes a little weakly, as if he was really dead, and the heat in his body dissipated in the scorching air little by little.

The old willow seemed to sense something, and the branches danced without the wind, and the leaves rubbed against the branches with a low sound, like weeping. Gradually, the sound grew louder and louder, and the branches danced more and more wildly.

At this moment, it was as if the whole world was trembling with the old willow trees dancing wildly. With Lao Liu Po Temple as the center, or Shi Yanduan as the center, a whirlwind began to condense, and the strong and powerful whirlwind easily rolled up the sand and stones around the small temple, condensing into a terrifying huge sandstorm. The low groans like weeping became deafening, like the roar of a wild dragon.

This storm caused the earth to roar with grief and indignation, and the sky to descend with a cry of despair, but fortunately it was located in the wilderness, otherwise it would have caused a large number of ordinary people to kneel on the ground and pray to the gods to appease their wrath.

And if someone can look through the sandstorm and look inside, they will find that the silence in the sandstorm is a little unreal, and Shi Yanduan's "corpse" is actually breathing rhythmically. Looking closely, the sandstorm on the periphery seemed to dance inexplicably to the rhythm of Shi Yan's nose.

Suddenly, a white line broke through the clouds in the distant sky, bringing up an extremely dazzling light, which was the spark produced by the violent friction between the detached and bulging inner elements and the air in the rapid movement.

The bird carried off and swept towards the sandstorm, like a thunderbolt.

Caught off guard, a figure like a lone eagle jumped off the Peng Bird, and the speed of escape increased again, and it rushed towards the storm quickly, as if it had really turned into a burning condor. However, in the face of the earth-shattering storm, the small figure of Tokoff is really not worth mentioning, and this flutter is more like a moth to a fire.

However, the distance between heaven and earth makes people ignore the distance between Tokhtar and the storm, and also makes people ignore the gap between this great prime minister and ordinary warriors.

Under the violent friction of the air, even Ugin's inner armor began to melt, but you could not see the slightest change in expression on Toto's iron-like face.

In the blink of an eye, the iron fist that came off hit the storm, and threw dozens of punches the moment it hit the storm, but his speed was so fast that it had already exceeded the limits of the human body, so it looked as if he only threw one punch. It was as if the tsunami-like roar in the air was only noticed after he had punched.

This is a battle of transcendence, and this is a battle to the death that will determine the future of martial arts.

The clash between the iron fist and the storm made the heavens and the earth quiet. Almost, just a little, Tokhtar blasted away the storm that Shi Yanduan borrowed from heaven and earth at the cost of the dispersion of the inner yuan.

Dayuan is in the midst of ups and downs, and Shedding is the person who wants to turn the tide and help the building. In order to recruit talents, and in order to better control the territory of Dayuan, Totoku wants to include the heroes of the world, especially martial arts people.

If you go along with it, you will die, except for the three major factions of Shaolin Wudang and Emei, none of them can be avoided, of course, in this martial arts catastrophe, the three major factions can only protect themselves and stay out of the matter.

Those martial arts people who were submissive to Totoku were trained by him to become eagle dogs of the imperial court, and turned around to deal with former martial arts colleagues.

The so-called people in the rivers and lakes, who is not a martial arts person who yearns for freedom? Naturally, some people are not convinced by the policy that Totoku is close to captivity, and Shi Yanduan, as the most powerful person among the rangers, whether he wants to or not, is destined to become the object of Totoku's authority, unless he is willing to bow his head at the feet of Toto.

Although Shi Yanduan also served as an official in Qiantang for two years, he finally disagreed with the way and abandoned the official position, how could he be willing to be bound again now.

As for the prestige of Tokto, Shi Yanduan also had the intention of teaching, but he found that he still underestimated this genius who was called Dayuan Hope. Even under the drag of tiresome government affairs, the martial arts of Defu are still at the top of the rivers and lakes.

The two have been fighting for nearly a thousand miles, and Shi Yanduan finally couldn't support it anymore, but he still didn't see any fatigue.

Shi Yanduan's state can be said to be the worst in his life, but his combat power is unprecedentedly strong, because at this moment, he has already realized that he has no scruples, whether it is life or cultivation, he is no longer stingy.

He is to this river and lake what the old willow tree is to this broken temple.

Although the temple is broken, it is enough to give people tranquility, and although the rivers and lakes are chaotic, it is enough to give people happiness.

Even if he knows that he is invincible, Shi Yanduan is never willing to live his life, so the only choice is to fight to the death!

It's a pity that the detachment is too strong, and Shi Yanduan, who has been sitting under the quiet old willow tree at some point, vomited a mouthful of blood again, and the blood was mixed with broken internal organ fragments.

Sensing that the storm was almost blasted by the iron fist, but Tokh himself was caught by Peng Niao as if he was nothing, Shi Yanduan was miserable in his heart, not for himself, but for this broken temple, for the future of this martial arts.

Even if he can't defeat Toto, he has to be injured a lot to block the implementation of his plan, and Shi Yanduan, who has already made a decision in his heart, no longer hesitates. At this moment, he is burning not only his inner foundation, but also his longevity.

The surging power was transmitted through the old willow tree into the storm, and the storm began to shrink slowly, and the color changed from yellow to black, becoming deeper and deeper, and the roar became low, like a strange beast hidden in the unknown chaos.

The detachment of his feet as if rooted in Peng Bird's back stared at the changes in the storm, without interfering with Shi Yanduan, which was the respect that a martial artist who fought to the death should enjoy.

In the pair of eagle eyes that were detached, there were waves of waves, and it was no longer the same indifference.

In this battle, although Shi Yanduan is not as good as him, he has also suffered a lot of dark losses, but he is the prime minister of Dayuan, he can't be defeated, and he can't even be injured. His position seems to be beautiful, but if he is not careful, he will end up in pieces.

So along the way, it seemed that he was pressing Shi Yanduan to beat, but he had already suffered a lot of internal injuries, otherwise where could Shi Yanduan escape so far. And just now, in order to break through the storm created by Shi Yanduan Neiyuan, Tokhoff was even more desperate with heavy internal injuries, and forcibly used the power of Peng Bird and the sky to break through the storm defense in one fell swoop. Under such an offensive, even that Shaolin old bald man would be seriously injured, but Shi Yanduan, who was already seriously injured, was able to hold on, which made Totoku particularly surprised, and he took a look at Shi Yanduan again.

Unfortunately, that's the end of it!

Detached from the transport of a lifetime of cultivation, the inner element is urged to the extreme in the body, surging endlessly, like the Yangtze River. A black glow appeared above Tok's fists, and the aura was overwhelming.

The storm rises, and the fist falls!

There was a bang, and the storm dispersed. The iron fist that fell from the sky smashed through the storm, smashed the old willow tree, and fell in front of Shi Yanduan.

Gray-black smoke rose from the cracks of the old willow trees, mixed with crackling red flames.