Nightfall

It is indeed not a sneak attack.

Even if Ning lacked post-mortem analysis, it must be admitted that it was not a sneak attack.

Because the fist appeared very bright and upright, and there was at least a dozen feet away from his face at that time, no one could sneak attack at a distance of more than ten feet, the arrow could be, but the fist was not east

The reason why the fist can be seen is that at the instant of its appearance, all the mist in the mountain road was completely broken down into smaller particles by the fist wind, which could no longer obstruct the sight.

The smooth stone walls became clear. The mountain road is also transparent.

So Ning Que can see that fist.

And that burly middle-aged man.

He didn't have time to think about it, and he didn't have time to see clearly the appearance of the middle-aged man, because the fist bigger than the Haiwan came to him almost without pause after the mist in the shattering tunnel.

In his sight, that ... fist instantly became countless times larger.

Because of the speed of this punch, the wind in the narrow passage was too late to swell, but was compressed and attached to the smooth stone wall, so all the sounds disappeared, and there was a dead silence. It is not a sneak attack but it is more terrible than a sneak attack, because this is an absolute killing relying on super power!

In the face of such a fist that can expel the air and seem to be faster than the sound, Ning Que only had time to make an action, a trauma he has done countless times in the death wave from a young age to a skillful level.

The strange sound of being threatened by death is still brewing between the chest and abdomen, and the skin is trembling with the shadow of death. The skin hasn't had time to put up the hair ... The **** umbrella has been stretched out, blocking him like a piece in the night dome In front of you.

The fist fell on the face of the **** umbrella.

The **** umbrella is not broken, this ... there is no thing in the world that can break it. The thick and greasy black umbrella surface is deeply sunk at that moment, and a very exaggerated deformation appears. This is a **** umbrella One of the most serious deformations in this world can be imagined with the power carried on that fist.

At the second moment when the naked eye couldn't see clearly, and even time didn't work, the thick umbrella surface of the **** umbrella began to recover ... And with the recovery, that incredible power of terror spread to the umbrella.

The handle of the umbrella is free from Ning Que's tiger mouth ... There are several extremely deep white tears, and the blood is still in a daze, and it is too late to seep, because the third moment is also the moment beyond time.

Ning Que's eyes reflected the color of the **** umbrella, and then suddenly bright ... He began to abdomen, began to exhale and collapsed his chest, his feet began to tiptoe to leave the ground.

These extremely subtle movements were not completed in time, and the handle of the **** umbrella was thrust into his chest. But fortunately, in such a short moment, he has already begun to do these preparations, so he did not die.

The handle of the **** umbrella fell down, like a mountain directly hitting his chest.

Ning Que left his feet off the ground ... The chest and abdomen dipped downwards, and then flew up.

That mountain-like power of terror gradually diminished in the long and tragic journey.

He paid a very heavy price for this, and blood spewed out like a waterfall.

Although the pain in his chest tears his body like a devil, and the fear of death keeps hurting his mind, his eyes are still calm and focused, and he constantly tries to adjust his posture while flying backwards, and at the same time his lower abdomen The vitality hidden in the depths quickly spread to the limbs ... trying to repair his injuries with the remains left by the uncle. But that fist will not give him time.

In fact that fist never stopped. Even the **** umbrella failed to block that fist even for a short moment.

Ning Que was blown away.

The fist also flew.

He followed him indifferently and powerfully like a monarch.

This passage from the Demon Sect to the Tianji Mountain Range is very secret. In order to ensure that it can not be seen outside or on the mountain ... The repair is very narrow, so when the fist broke the fog and hit Fei Ning, he wanted to directly When he continued to kill him, he had to pass the three girls who had just reacted on the way.

Of course it was Mo Shanshan who was the first to shoot. How could she watch Ning Que this guy be killed, she felt the terrifying power of that fist, and felt that the middle-aged man was as stern as a stone and even more powerful than her master. Under the pressure of many factors, this world's best girl runemaster finally inspired Tao's unprecedented ability to draw the most powerful half within the blink of an eyelash Rune!

The long-range rune condenses in the passage, and the powerful airflow evaporates here.

However, without any hesitation, the fist slammed past.

The airflow is broken, the sword is done, and it is destroyed.

The second shot was Dao Yehong. She did n’t actually want to shoot because she was the first person to recognize the identity of the middle-aged man. She knew that the other party was a shrine guest. She knew how strong the other party was, and she did n’t have any favor for Ning Que. The guy was directly smashed into meat sauce by this punch, and she would not shed a tear. However, she had to shoot, because she found that the fist was so perfect.

Only a perfect punch can strike such a perfect punch, and only when there is no return can Peiran Moyu, in an instant, she understands that even if the other party recognizes herself, it is impossible for this and perfect to give birth to no regrets, this One punch has incorporated the most absolute sense of decisiveness, the attitude of the person who walked out of the box to this world.

She stood on the path that fist must pass, so she only cast off the most powerful invisible sword, and she did not have any hope for this sword, because she knew that even if she was still the realm of destiny, it was far away. Far from being the opponent of the middle-aged man, she even thought that even the ruling of the constellation was not as powerful as the opponent.

Sure enough, Dao Chi's most powerful invisible Dao sword, in this fist face Tao is like a child's toy wooden sword, suddenly collapsed and shattered, and instantly became real invisible, leaving no trace between the channels.

Last shot was Tang Xiaotang.

Because she thinks she is a disciple of Mingzong, she may be all the so-called right path practitioners in the Central Plains, so she insists on standing at the end.

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 very excited look. The excitement is not because she believes that she can defeat the other party. In fact, she knows that she ca n’t beat the other party at all, so she did n’t fight as hard as the snowfield giant wolf, nor did she slash the Longqing prince with a **** sword As mighty as it is, but with arms crossed and sealed in body Tao, he made the strongest defense he could make.

Unsurprisingly, the cross seal's arms hit back against her delicate chest and spread out instantly.

The fist of this fist has always been condensed on Ning Ma. Only occasionally passing by three young girls did not release real power. However, it was like a flood passing by a small mountain village.

Ning Que dragged away the **** umbrella and let it help him rebalance like a black tail. Looking at the fist that was getting closer and closer, his eyes were calm and focused, and the left hand had grasped the handle behind him.

The shadow of death is in the eye, because the fist is in front of him. He is very scared. The experience of struggling to survive at the juncture of life and death in the past years tells him that the more dangerous it is, the more calm it is.

Many times this was calm and calm, allowing him to succeed away from death.

He hopes it will be the same today.

As if Haotian or Ming Jun heard his expanded prayer, because of his calm calmness when faced with death, the fragments of information that Master Liansheng branded in his spiritual world suddenly came to life.

Ning Que could not understand those things, but he understood that fist.

He even thought of a lot of unreasonable and coping methods unreasonably. Those methods are so wonderful and unbelievable, but ... the realm needed by those methods is the area that he can't touch now!

Is this the absolute gap of realm power?

Ning Que looked at the fist, and finally there was a trace of despair in his eyes.

From the moment of breaking, to the Ning Queyan Tao, the burly middle-aged man gave only one punch.

Hulanhai pondered for many days, set aside a world of fetters, and decided to make a complete separation from the past, condensing the punch of all the spirits of the strongest people in the world.

Only one such fist is needed, which is enough to beat the four generations of the younger this year like dogs.

Such a fist is simply unstoppable, and few people in the world are worth his two shots.

No one can stop this fist.

The Emperor of the Tang Dynasty cannot, neither can the Xiling Temple.

However, when this fist was about to touch Ning Que, it stopped. Such a decidedly perfect punch, in Ye Hongyu's view, there was a punch that went back and forth, so stopped in Ning Que's eyes.

This and the shift between extreme movement and quietness show the incredible martial realm of middle-aged men ~ www.wuxiaspot.com ~ Yes, no one in the world can stop this fist, except the middle-aged man himself.

But this, the fist came from the distance of Tuyang City and crossed the lake across the plains, carrying an endless sense of determination, even with the determination to be hostile to the world, why did it stop at this time?

A scholar did not know when to appear beside Ning Que.

The scholar was straight-eyed and wide-eyed. He was wearing an old robe, stepping on a pair of straw sandals, a wooden scoop tied around his waist, and a roll of old books. The paint was covered with dust, but it looked extremely clean.

The scholars couldn't see how old they were, and did not show any strong breath. They stood beside Ning Que so quietly, even because they looked a little honest and wooden.

However, as long as he stood here, no matter how powerful the fist was, no matter how perfect it was, the fist that could not be stopped must be stopped, and he dared not move any more towards Tao.

Because he is a master of the college.

(Yes, dear, there is a chapter.)