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She actually didn't want to make a move, because she was the first to recognize the identity of the middle-aged man, she knew that the other party was Keqing, she knew how powerful the other party was, and she didn't have any good feelings for Xu Chen, if that shameless guy was directly smashed into meat sauce by this punch, she wouldn't shed a single tear.

However, she had to strike because she found that the fist was so perfect.

Only ruthlessness can strike such a perfect punch, only to go back to be invincible, in an instant, she understands that even if the other party recognizes herself, it is impossible to let this perfection have the slightest regret, this punch has been integrated into the most absolute determination, this is the attitude of the person who punched the world.

She stood on the path that that fist had to pass, so she could only use the most powerful formless Dao sword to slash down, and she didn't have any hope for this sword at all, because she knew that even if she was still in the seventh realm, she was far from being the opponent of that middle-aged man.

Sure enough, Duanmu Rong's most powerful formless Dao sword, in front of this fist, was like a child's toy wooden sword, suddenly collapsed and shattered, instantly turning into a real formless, leaving no trace between the passages.

The last shot was Ye Yao.

Because she thought that she was a disciple of the Holy Sect, and it was possible that all of them were so-called righteous path cultivators in the Central Plains, she insisted on standing at the back.

She didn't know who the middle-aged man was, but she guessed who he was, so there was no fear in her clear eyes, but a look of extreme excitement.

The excitement was not because she believed that she could defeat the other party, in fact, she knew that she could not defeat the other party at all, so she did not fight hard like she faced the snowfield giant wolf pack, nor did she slash Chen Lujie as fiercely as carrying the blood-colored giant knife, but crossed her arms in front of her and made the strongest defense she could make.

Unsurprisingly, the cross seal's arms slammed back against her delicate breasts, and instantly dispersed.

The fist intent of this fist has always been condensed on Xu Chen's body, and only occasionally passing by three girls has not released its true power, but this kind of passing is like a flood passing through a small mountain village, devastating.

Xu Chen withdrew the jade sword with a snort, looking at the fist that was getting closer and closer, his eyes were calm and focused, and his left hand had already grasped the hilt behind him.

The shadow of death was imminent, because the fist was close at hand, and he was terrified, and the experience of struggling to survive in life and death over the years had taught him that the more dangerous it was, the more he needed to be calm.

There were many times when it was this calmness that allowed him to successfully stay away from death, and he hopes to do the same today.

As if the old man heard his prayer, and was moved by his calmness in the face of death, the fragments of information imprinted by the old monk in his spiritual world suddenly came alive.

Xu Chen couldn't understand those things, but he understood the fist.

He even thought of many ways to deal with it without reason, and those methods were so wonderful and unbelievable, and yet...... The realm required by those means is a region that he can't reach now!

Is this the absolute disparity in realm power?

Xu Chen looked at that fist, and a trace of despair finally appeared in his eyes.

From the time the fog broke to the time he came to Xu Chen's eyes, the burly middle-aged man only threw one punch.

The seaside pondered for many days, put aside the shackles of the world, and decided to make a complete break with the past, condensing all the spirits of the peak martial arts powerhouse in the world.

It only takes one such fist to beat four strong men of the younger generation like dogs.

Such a fist simply cannot be stopped, and there are simply not many people in the world who are worthy of him to strike twice.

No one could stop the punch.

However, when this fist was about to touch Xu Chen, it stopped.

Such a decisive and perfect punch, in Ye Tong's opinion, had no return, and it stopped in front of Xu Chen's eyes.

This kind of transformation between extreme movement and extreme stillness shows the incredible martial arts realm of the middle-aged man.

Yes, no one in the world can stop this fist, except the middle-aged man himself.

But this fist came from Wuxian Town thousands of miles through the plains and across the lake, carrying endless determination, and even with the determination to be the enemy of the world, why did it stop at this time?

A Taoist appeared beside Xu Chen at some point.

This Taoist man has straight eyebrows and broad eyes, an amiable expression, wearing an old robe, stepping on a pair of broken straw sandals, a wooden scoop tied around his waist, and an old book inserted, covered in dust, but he looks extremely clean.

I couldn't tell how old I was, and I didn't show any strong aura, so I just stood quietly beside Xu Chen like that, even because I looked a little honest and wooden.

However, as long as he stood here, no matter how powerful the fist was, no matter how perfect and decisive, the fist that could not be stopped must be stopped, and he would not dare to move forward even a single inch.

Because he is Xu Chen's senior brother, Lu Yin's big apprentice, and the real big apprentice.

Therefore, when a Daoist with an ordinary aura appeared beside Xu Chen, the fist that had been carrying decades of fierce killing and killing that even 100,000 mountains could not make it stop, had to stop abruptly.

The middle-aged man hadn't seen each other, but he saw the water scoop tied around the Taoist's waist and the book inserted at random, without any reason, very sure.

The powerful and pure Dao Sword aura had completely suppressed the small waterhole on the mountainside.

The snow at the top of the snowy peak was crushed by the sword breath into ice gravel harder than iron, and those ice gravels refracted the sunlight into colorful colors, as if it had become an agate jewel.

This is the most powerful Dao sword that Ye Tianming has displayed in his life, containing the supreme wisdom of the Daomen, traveling around the world for more than ten years, and realizing the ultimate life and death sword intent since before his death.

When the Dao Sword ignored the distance and fell to the edge of the waterhole, Ye Tianming let out a sigh from the depths of his heart, that is, he himself was moved by this sword, and felt that it was perfect and pure to the extreme, without causing a trace of dust.

At that time, the Taoist on the side of the waterhole raised his head and glanced at the top of the snow peak with some surprise, the shabby cotton jacket on his body was covered with dust, leaving traces of thousands of miles, but it gave people the feeling that it was extremely clean.

I don't know how long it has been, maybe it's been a long time, maybe it's just a glance at the Taoist.

The ice at the top of the snowy peaks gradually melted and merged into a very thin stream.

Ye Tianming, who was standing on the edge of the snow cliff, slowly looked down at the stagnant water at his feet, and couldn't see what the expression was on his face.

Condensed with thousands of beams of sunlight, the pure and powerful sword intent of life and death instantly crushed the snow into ice, but the ice melted at this time, which can only show that the sword intent that should have gathered like light was slowly leaking out.

The thin wooden sword returned to his hands at some point.

The Taoist on the waterhole on the mountainside is gone.

Ye Tianming had an extremely mocking smile on his face, and an extremely dull blood water flowed from the corner of his lips.

To mock is to mock himself, naturally.

I have known the other party for many years, and I have silently longed to meet for many years, but once we really meet, the most powerful Dao sword I can cast cannot suppress the other party at all, and I can't even stay with the other party for a longer time.

The incomparably powerful descendant of Taiqingguan who broke through the dead pass failed to leave that Taoist.

The Taoist appeared beside Xu Chen in the valley, and calmly asked the martial arts peak powerhouse to withdraw his fist.

It wasn't until the fist stopped, the wind in the passage suddenly roared, the heaven and earth vitality was disordered, all the mist was blown clean, the surface of the smooth and steep stone wall began to peel like a pastry that had been left for a long time, and the stone wall was as thin as a piece of paper falling downward.

The fist was extremely stable, without a trace of trembling, and the hard knuckles were pale white, looking like a strong bamboo in the wind, and like the round handle of a steel knife, which could suddenly stand still when its indomitable momentum reached its peak, and it was so stable that it proved that the middle-aged man who struck this fist was very powerful.

But the stronger the middle-aged man and his fists show, the more it proves that the senior brother is stronger.

The senior brother looked at the fist calmly and did not say a word.

The middle-aged man slowly bent his elbows and shrank his fist back a few points, and the senior brother's gentle gaze fell on the middle-aged man's face.

The middle-aged man bowed his head slightly, silently took a step back, the senior brother's gaze fell on a stone chip at the middle-aged man's feet, the middle-aged man frowned slightly, and took a step back in silence.

The senior brother looked at his shoulder calmly, and the middle-aged man retreated, and the senior brother continued to look at him, and the middle-aged man retreated again and again until he was about to exit the passage.

At this moment, he suddenly stopped, his eyebrows as thick as ink silkworms were slightly raised, he calmly looked back at his senior brother's gentle gaze, his lips were as red as thick blood and opened slightly, and his voice was like a golden stone and said, "I'm sorry." ”

As these two words entered and exited his lips, the fist that had been half-stretched in front of him slowly released, and the five fingers slowly released like old bamboo blossoming, and then suddenly shrank!

An extremely powerful and domineering aura was released from the middle-aged man, blowing the clothes on his body and making a hunting sound, and the invisible power was released between the five fingers that spread out and closed, and struck Xu Chen's chest and abdomen through the air!' After all, he is the strongest person at the peak of martial arts, although he is afraid of the existence of his senior brother, it does not mean that he will become a rat in front of the other party, and he will be so afraid that he will not dare to make a move at all.

When the senior brother appeared, he was always showing weakness, retreating again and again, but when he was about to exit the passage, he saw that he could not threaten Xu Chen at all, and everyone in the audience had begun to relax!

With a hiss, the cloth belt on Xu Chen's chest snapped.

The cloth belt tied to the iron box suddenly flew out and fell into the hands of the middle-aged man.

Turning the meaning of punching into the meaning of finger binding, he showed the deepest understanding of martial arts, and his grasp of the timing of the attack and his strong decisiveness are the use of the art of war to the confrontation of force, which can be called the use of soldiers like a god.

It is extremely rare in the world to be able to cultivate both martial arts and the art of war.

When the iron box arrived, the middle-aged man had nothing to ask for, looked at his senior brother silently, and continued to slowly retreat out of the valley, the speed under his feet did not seem to increase, but he instantly retreated more than ten zhang.

Looking at the figure of the middle-aged man retreating out of the valley, the senior brother was slightly stunned, he was indeed surprised that the other party had obviously retreated, but in the end he still forcibly made a move, sighed and said:

"What's the bother. ”

The speed of the senior brother's speech was not too slow, but the tone was a little light, and there seemed to be a wonderful pause before each word was spoken, so it felt like he had been speaking for a long time.

The middle-aged man's movements didn't even seem to him, he didn't have time to respond, and of course Xu Chen didn't react at all, until the middle-aged man withdrew far away with the iron box, and he woke up.

And his mind was so shocked at this time that he couldn't think about other issues at all.

That powerful middle-aged man with eyebrows like ink silkworms and thick blood lips, judging from the description of his appearance that he has memorized for so many years, should be Ximen Wang?

And who is the Taoist in a torn jacket and straw sandals next to him?

After the senior brother finished sighing, he looked at Xu Chen and asked, "Is the box important, do you want to snatch it back?"

Xu Chen didn't understand why the middle-aged man who might be Ximen Wang wanted to grab the iron box, and he didn't understand why the Taoist next to him, who might be a senior brother, could still ask slowly at this time, the box contained the ashes of the old monk, and it was not worth a penny, of course there was no need to risk snatching it back, but the other party had been robbing it for so long, so you thought about asking yourself if it would seem a little too slow?