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Qin Mu seemed to be unaware at this time, and smashed straight into the air with a punch. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

Ning Daoqi's face turned pale, only to feel that a roar suddenly sounded in his ears, Qin Mu's ordinary punch, but it was like Pangu's axe that opened the sky and the earth, and the energy around him burst open a big mouth.

Ning Daoqi knew that it was not good, his long sleeves flew, and he retreated suddenly, but Qin Mu had been gathering momentum for so long, where was it so easy to finish. I saw that his shoulders were jerked up, the shoulder blades behind him were moving like wings, and as soon as his hands were raised, a gust of wind rose on the ground, and he struck up like a bird riding the wind.

Fly in anger, its wings are like clouds hanging from the sky!

Ning Daoqi only realized at this time that he seemed to have fallen into the shadow of a behemoth beast, and no matter how he retreated, it was in vain.

I saw that the more urgent his internal strength was urging, the more ethereal his figure became, as if he had no weight at all, with the strength of Qin Mu, he advanced and retreated pleasantly, and his wide sleeves flew, as if Qin Mu had done useless work again.

Qin Mu looked at him, but he smiled brightly, Ning Daoqi's heart suddenly suddenly, and before he could react, he saw Qin Mu's body rise, and suddenly became a two-meter-tall big man in the air, with strong muscles and muscles, his whole body, and his strength was restrained.

Ning Daoqi's face straightened up with a solemn face, the sleeves of his robe were windless, his eyebrows were open, and his form became mighty and waveless, not inferior to Song Que who was like a god, and his form became mighty and waveless, not inferior to Qin Mu, and he punched out, continuously making mysterious changes that were beyond any description, but it was a punch that hit Qin Mu's right fist without any pretense.

Disheveled!

Where the two of them fisted, there was a low muffled sound, and everyone around them was certain, feeling that their blood was churning, and they didn't have the strength to fight, they all looked at the place where the two fought in horror.

Ning Daoqi's whole body bounced into the air and spun like a top in the air.

Qin Mu seemed to bear a more violent force, and the lightning shot to the ground, and with a bang, the soil had cracked inch by inch, and a deep pit suddenly appeared on the ground.

Qin Mu's face did not change at all, he stepped on the ground three or four steps barefoot, and actually jumped again, his fist intent became more fierce, from the bottom to the top, and another punch was blasted out.

His body was huge, but his speed did not decrease at all, but instead brought out a burst of breaking sounds, which was even more terrifying than his talent.

I saw Ning Daoqi suddenly let out a long roar, suddenly froze in the air, his head and feet, like nails, fell like a cone and nailed to the ground, he was still leisurely and elegant, and quickly chanted: People who walk away in fear of shadows and evil traces, the more they move the more they move, the more they walk, the more they walk, the more they walk, and the more they walk, the more shadows they will not leave their bodies. I don't know where the shadow is resting, and where the silence is resting, and the foolishness is very good!"

Pong!Pong!Pong!Pong!Pong!Pong!

Between a few breaths, the two punched each other dozens of times.

Both sides have abandoned all changes, and just bombarded all the internal strength of their lives, with their own ideas and martial arts.

The surrounding houses trembled as if they could not withstand the ravages of this sound wave, as if they were about to collapse in a few moments and a half.

The two of them were even more unbearable, Ning Daoqi's face became more and more pale, and his wide robe had been stirred up by the fist wind. Qin Mu's face turned red, and his clothes were torn open a few big holes, revealing the knotted muscles inside.

The two of them were full of water and gas on their heads, but their eyes were even brighter, and they were silent, but the fist wind gradually subsided, and even when they were fist-fighting, there was no sound.

Others couldn't understand it, but Shi Zhixuan's face showed a look of intoxication, looking at the two of them, he knew that these two time-leading martial artists had done their best at this time, and all their strength was used by them against the enemy, without a trace of squandering.

Elephants are invisible, ********, that's the case.

Qin Mu's face became redder and redder, the air around him was already scorching, his blood was boiling, and the blood was gurgling between his veins, but it roared forward like a stormy wave.

I saw that his hands were sealed, and his thumb and middle finger (or index finger, ring finger) were twisted, and the rest of the fingers were naturally relaxed.

This seal is one of the five seals of Shakyamuni - the ****** seal.

I saw that a yin and yang **** phantom suddenly appeared around him, and went up with his figure.

Shi Feixuan and Yang Yanxu shook even more, remembering the embarrassment of losing for some reason that day.

Ning Daoqi's feeling was even more profound, he was obviously above, but he was like an evil demon who was suppressed, and the air around him was condensed like iron, as if there was nowhere to escape from heaven and earth.

There is no way to avoid it, it can only be hardwired.

He sighed in his heart, stretched his hands forward, his five fingers were slender, and his skin was as bright as jade.

I only heard him whisper in his mouth: "The supreme man has no self, the god has no merit, and the saint has no name." ”

His martial arts are in the void, and even more in the void.

Even if he is gone, how can the enemy catch his tracks?

Qin Mu only felt that his heart was empty, he had lost his lock on him, and when he looked at it again, he was already standing aside, looking at him with a smile.

The two understood that this battle could only end here.

Although the martial arts of the two originated from one source, their pursuits were completely different, Qin Mu saw his nature and walked straight, but Ning Daoqi understood the truth that his nature was empty.

If we continue to fight, there will be no results.

I saw Ning Daoqi's face turn from white to red, and a mouthful of blood spurted out.

His face was gloomy, and others such as Fan Qinghui were even more pale, if Ning Daoqi was defeated, the righteous path would plummet from now on.

I only heard Ning Daoqi sigh lightly, looked at Qin Mu, and said, "Thank you Qin Xiaoyou's men for their mercy." ”

Qin Mu had no different color, and he was also a little regretful: "It's my regret that I can't see you thirty years ago if I don't use my muscles and bones as my ability." “

Although the martial arts of the two are not superior, Qin Mu has reached the peak of his external skills, and there is no one in this world who is stronger than him, and he fights dozens of punches, with Ning Daoqi's age and muscles, he can't stand it.

He paused, then said, "You should know what I want you to do." “

Ning Daoqi understood, turned his head to Fan Qinghui and said, "Lord Fanzhai, you promised me to borrow the Sword Book for reference that day, and you may keep your promise today?"

Fan Qinghui's face was whiter, Ning Daoqi had also read the "Sword Codex", but in front of the method of "Death Pass", he would rather resist the temptation to spurt blood and retreat than refer to it, just to find another method, today's words are the meaning of closing the death pass. “

For hundreds of years, no one can come out of the retreat. Ning Daoqi's words are almost equivalent to a declaration of retirement.

Although they didn't want to admit it, the four holy monks and Fan Qinghui all looked at Qin Mu with complicated eyes.

The martial arts world of the Central Plains is about to change.

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