Xing Mu was surprised when he saw the way Ning Wujian chose, even those fierce beasts, in the face of this palm that condensed his strongest will, would also subconsciously retreat, not daring to take it hard.

Unexpectedly, Ning Wujian actually chose the method of fighting for his life, which was beyond Xingmu's expectations.

Xing Mu was not afraid, the battle intent in his eyes was awe-inspiring, and a crazy momentum erupted, and in fact, there was no time to change his tricks, he hit Ning Wuqian by surprise, but Ning Wuqian was also caught off guard now.

Both can only react passively.

Rumble!

Rumble!

Xingmu's palm fell on Ning Wuji's body, and Ning Wuji's fist also hit Xingmu's burly body.

The flesh and bones collided with an earth-shattering sound, which shook everyone's ears and became deafening.

The earth-shattering sound of explosion and thunder echoed in the sky, and between the two figures, a brilliant light suddenly burst out, and circles of ripples that were clearly visible to the naked eye diffused. The solemn and still space shook violently, and the narrow and faintly visible cracks spread into the distance.

The howling wind will blow away the solemnity, and the white clouds will be scattered.

After this explosion, two figures flew out upside down at the same time.

Xing Mu only felt the overwhelming force, rushing into his body like rivers and lakes along the fist, like a waterfall under the flying stream, brutally crashing into his entire body, the bones of his whole body clicked chaotically, and blood slowly flowed out from the corners of his mouth.

Bang......

A mountain peak was knocked down by Xingmu, Xingmu finally stopped, his chest was sunken, and a fist mark was imprinted, although Ning Wujian hurriedly attacked, but at the most critical moment, he also burst out with a force and fought with all his strength. All his strength blasted into Xing Mu's body in that short contact distance, causing him great damage.

The internal organs were surging, Xingmu coughed up blood, the animal skin of his body burst, revealing a strong and sturdy upper body, it was difficult to see the scars, his real injuries were in the body!

Unlike Ning Wuji, who tempered the five internal organs, bones, and flesh and blood from the very beginning of his cultivation, the martial arts of Xingmu was to refine the skin and bones first, and then the five internal organs. They were copper-skinned and iron-clad, and their swords and guns were difficult to hurt, but the strength of Ke Ning's fist penetrated through Xingmu's skin, oscillating between his internal organs, making him lose his combat power in an instant.

Dozens of giant trees in the sky broke off their waists, and Ning Wujian also stopped the immortals, compared to Xingmu, he was even more embarrassed. The palm landed on his shoulder, and the huge force directly shattered his shoulder bone like a war knife, and blood flowed from the corner of his mouth.

The torture wood came prepared, and Ning Wufeng exchanged injuries for injuries. Even if his physique is like a god and demon, he will inevitably be hit hard, but compared to Xingmu. Almost all of his injuries are on the broken shoulder, and the strength of "Taiyin Jue" is undoubtedly reflected here, refining the internal organs. Mixed with "Wild Body" and Thunder Quenching Body, it is better than Yang Jian's "Eight or Nine Xuangong" practiced.

Standing up from between the broken trees, Ning Wuqian coughed up a mouthful of blood, this injury was almost second only to the Battle of Yicheng after he came to the Four Great Continents, but even if he killed Zhengyang Ancestor in Yicheng, he was not so embarrassed.

Xingmu also shook his body and stood up, the two of them were thousands of meters apart, and when they saw Ning Wujian standing up, Xingmu showed a look of shock, that palm, even if it was a strange beast in the deep mountains, if it didn't die, it would be seriously injured, and he also saw that when Ning Wujian made a move, he didn't do his best, it seemed that outsiders had this common problem.

But even so, he was seriously injured, which was really terrible.

However, as the most powerful warrior of the Xingtian tribe, how can they be defeated, as the remnants of the Xingtian tribe, they have the spirit of fighting even if they die, and they can be called the greatest warriors, it is also because of this terrible spirit.

The Xingtian tribe only has warriors who died in battle, and there are no warriors who are afraid of death and retreat!

"Stop!"

A white-haired old man stood in the middle, and looked at the seriously injured Xingmu, but his faint voice had a kind of majesty, allowing Xingmu to stay in place respectfully.

Ning Wuji's eyes narrowed slightly, looking at this skinny man with white hair like snow. The old man with the bone staff, the high priest of the remnants of the Xingtian tribe.

Priests, one of the origins of Shinto, were the most noble people of a tribe in ancient times, who could communicate with "gods" and possess all kinds of strange abilities.

A strong man, even stronger than Xingmu!

People can't look good, they can become the high priest respected by everyone in the Xingtian tribe, this old man has terrifying strength, so Ning Wujian stopped and looked at this old man quietly, if it was in his heyday, he and this old man had the strength to fight, but now his left shoulder was shattered, and he might not be able to retreat with his whole body.

"Outsiders, stop!" the high priest looked at Ning Wuji, "You really have no malice in you, and your strength has also won our respect!"

Boom Boom Boom ......

In the Quartet, Mo Ang, Xiong Shanjun, and Zhao Tiande were still fighting fiercely, but at the request of Ning Wuqian and the high priest, they finally stopped fighting.

"Whew...... These primitive people are really terrible, and they are ruthless!"

The three of Mo Ang walked to Ning Wuji's side, with more or less scars on their bodies, Xiong Shanjun and Zhao Tiande were the most embarrassed, after Xiong Shanjun entered here, he fought many battles and faced a threat of life and death, and there was no shortage of heaven and earth vitality and elixir treasures here, and his strength improved rapidly, and he was already the cultivation of the Nine Tribulations Earth Immortals, but he was still suppressed.

The two sides stopped fighting, and at the request of the high priest, these remnants of the Xingtian tribe welcomed Ning Wuqian into the valley.

Outside a thatched hut, a raging fire burned under a large ding, and the high priest was pouring the elixir of the mountain and the blood of the fierce beasts into the ding, stirring it with a bone staff.

Ning Wuqian and the others sat on the side, Xingmu was also here, and there was a young man beside him, which was somewhat similar to the figures of Ning Wujian and Mo Ang who attacked in the dense forest.

According to the high priest, it was the son of Xingmu.

"This is a recipe that has been passed down from the clan to heal your wounds!"

The high priest poured the spiritual liquid from the dings into a bowl and applied it to the wounds of the people, and the liquid did have a miraculous effect, and the wounds were healing and scabbing at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Ning Wuqian smeared a lot of medicinal liquid on his shoulder, and a warm heat soaked into the shoulder bone, and the slightest itching sensation came, making him sigh secretly The wisdom of the ancient ancestors, this medicinal liquid was already comparable to the kind of tree essence that Ning Wuqian obtained on Banyan Island.

However, the last time he fought with Zhengyang Ancestor, he was seriously injured afterwards, and in order to recuperate, he had exhausted the spiritual liquid he had collected.

Mo Ang, Xiong Shan Jun, and Zhao Tiande were also healed by the high priest, and the remnants of these tribes, once they won their respect, they would be sincerely accepted! (To be continued......