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&nbThe King of Hell struck out with a lightning-fast move. Just after it hit Lu Xuan, before his body hit the ground, the disappearing figure suddenly appeared. He frowned and snorted warily, as if someone had appeared nearby. What makes him afraid of masters. , nb "Bang" At the same moment, Lu Xuan's body, which was hit in the chest, also fell heavily to the ground.

&nbThe moment he landed, Lu Xuan only felt pain like falling apart from his body, but it did not reach the point where the bones of the chest were broken, the pain was so painful that he lost the ability to move or fainted.

&nb He was surprised how the angry blow from the King of Hell hit him as if he had been punched by the cheater Qian Wanwan without any protection.

&nbLu Xuan used his strong willpower to suppress the sharp pain in his chest, and quickly bounced off the floor. He looked around with vigilant eyes to guard against another attack by the King of Hell, but he saw the arrogant King of Hell showing his vigilance. He looked around calmly, as if he was on guard against some master, and didn't pay any attention to the existence of this little ant.

&nb"Is it possible that there are experts nearby?" Seeing the King of Hell like this, Lu Xuan understood immediately and whispered in his mind.

&nbHowever, within his -meter range of perception, except for some normal people who occasionally passed by, there were no masters or suspicious characters at all.

&nbIf there were no masters, how could the King of Hell, who had destroyed countless special forces with all his might, show such a cautious expression?

&nb"Humph" The King of Hell snorted coldly, suddenly turned his head and looked at Lu Xuan, quickly rushed over and scolded: "Since you want to keep this guy and don't want to show yourself, then just dream about it."

&nbThe King of Hell was very fast, and he arrived in front of Lu Xuan in the blink of an eye, and at the same time hit him on the head with a huge fist.

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&nbIt’s too fast

&nbThe speed of the King of Hell has exceeded the limits of Lu Xuan's body. Even if he uses his perception ability to help, he cannot capture the opponent's movement trajectory.

&nbUnable to capture the movement trajectory, Lu Xuan had no way to dodge. It was no different from a sandbag that was constantly being beaten.

&nbI just blinked my eyelids a little, and I felt a hot punch coming from my head. My head started to hurt before the opponent's fist reached it.

&nbAt the same time, deep in Lu Xuan's heart, a strong premonition of death suddenly arose. Just like the many times before when he went out on missions, that feeling came back every time he was about to die.

&nb He wanted to hide. He poured all his strength into his legs, wanting to dodge instantly like a cannonball.

&nbBut he was powerless. He felt that his body was enveloped by this fist force. The intention of death had completely paralyzed his body. He couldn't move even if he wanted to, and he didn't know where to hide if he wanted to.

&nbWhat’s even more cowardly is that he doesn’t even know where his opponent is now. He is simply a human sandbag who is passively beaten.

&nbThis is not an opponent of the same level at all. Lu Xuan is only a warrior at the fifth level of concentration. The King of Hell is already above the Qi training realm. He may be able to reach the seventh or eighth level of Qi training. The difference is really a thousand miles.

&nbTwo people with such a huge gap are like a fight between an adult and a three-year-old child. There is no comparison at all.

&nb"Bang"

&nbThe King of Hell's fist hit Lu Xuan's head, and a huge collision sounded.

&nbThe next moment, I saw Lu Xuan's head jerked back. Following the strong impact on his head, his whole body did a backflip, and his body hit the ground with a "bang", and he fell like a dog. .

&nbThe moment it hit the ground, Lu Xuan felt a sharp pain in his head and body, his ears were filled with a "buzzing" roar, and his mind was filled with little stars flying all over the sky.

&nbBut in just 0.01 seconds, Lu Xuan, who had received countless special trainings, reacted to the pain in an instant. There was only one thought in his mind: "I, I am not dead."

&nb Lu Xuan can become a soldier king. In addition to his outstanding strength, all basic skills are among the best, including tests such as being beaten, tortured, and in pain, all of which are top-notch.

&nbWhen an ordinary person is punched by someone else, it may take three or four seconds for the body to adapt to the pain, and then the mind can recover from the pain.

&nbLu Xuan is different from them. Although his body hurts after being punched, he will not hold his stomach and moan like ordinary people. Instead, he will forcefully endure the pain to regain consciousness and make arrangements for the next stage.

&nbHe clearly felt the force of the fist that the King of Hell hit him just now, and it was as painful as a knife cutting his body.

&nbIf a real fist hits the head, it may be like a watermelon falling to the ground, and it will explode into bloody pieces in an instant.

&nbBut Lu Xuan, apart from feeling the pain from the heavy blow to his head, is now very clear-headed and aware of his body. He is not aware of the symptoms of unconsciousness such as a broken head. .

&nb "This shouldn't be true." In just 0.01 seconds, Lu Xuan had a second question in his heart. He was curious about why his head was not blown to death. "Is it possible that there are really masters nearby?" lurking”

&nbLu Xuan believed in his own feelings and his own judgment. He could guarantee that the King of Hell would be merciless in his two attacks and would definitely lead to death.

&nbBut he is still alive and has not lost consciousness, which proves that most of the power of the King of Hell's moves has been neutralized by an extremely powerful master.

&nb"King of Hell, you came all the way to China to bully a junior, don't you think it's beneath your status?"

&nbThe King of Hell had just retracted his fist, and almost at the same time Lu Xuan landed, a hoarse and old voice came from nearby.

&nbThis voice is very dry and hoarse, and even the phonetic symbols and sentences are somewhat inaccurate. It is like a person who has been derailed from the world for a long time and speaks again. There is an atmosphere of vicissitudes and simplicity everywhere.

&nb"Huh?" The King of Hell snorted coldly, and ignored Lu Xuan who was lying not far away from him. He turned his head and looked in the direction of the sound, and said coldly and displeasedly: "Are you finally willing to show up? I was originally still I thought you wouldn’t come out until I killed him.”

&nbOnly a hundred meters away, a seemingly frail old man appeared. He had a unshaven beard and messy white hair, as if he hadn't washed his hair for ten and a half months. There was a layer of stains on his silver-white head. A perfect old hen's nest.

&nbThe old man's face was covered with wrinkles, and the ravines looked like they could trap flies. At the same time, his face was gray and numb, and it looked like he hadn't washed his face in many days.

&nbThe old man was wearing a gray robe and looked very retro, like an ancient beggar on TV. There was no difference between his clothes and his hair, they were all the same black and numb, especially the two cuffs were greasy, as if there were two roast chickens hidden inside.

&nbThe old man was holding a large gourd of wine in his hand. He had not even looked at the King of Hell since he appeared. He raised his head and was sipping the wine in small sips. He seemed to be enjoying himself very much and did not care about the progress of the battle.

&nbIncluding how badly Lu Xuan was injured now and what the expression on the face of the King of Hell was, the old man ignored it. He still kept his head and squinted while slowly tasting the wine, as if he himself had nothing to do with this matter.

&nb "This is" Lu Xuan, who was lying on the ground, also saw the old man who suddenly appeared, and began to search for relevant information about the old man in his mind.

&nbHowever, there is no memory of the old man in his mind, that is, he has never met him, and the two people have no intersection.

&nbIf Mo Qingfeng and Bai Rukong saw it now, they would definitely rush up angrily and ask the old man to fight them three hundred times.

&nbBecause this old man is very similar to the old man who appeared during their trial in the primitive forest, except that the one at that time looked younger and didn't like to drink.

&nbBut this old man is dirty, looking like an old drunkard who has been deeply addicted to alcohol, and his clothes have also changed a bit.

&nb"Old man, it was you who used your mental power to neutralize most of my attack strength through the air." Seeing the dirty old man, the King of Hell frowned and asked with a somewhat uncertain look.

&nbIt’s no wonder that the King of Hell is a little unsure, because with such an image, I really can’t stand the word “master”.

&nbGeneral masters appear to be out of the mud and untainted, as if they are separated from ordinary people in this world and are not on the same level at all.

&nbThe older the master, the more he has the air of a Taoist fairy. How can he look like a beggar like this guy?

&nb"King of Hell, just go where you came from." The old man was still drinking by himself, without even looking at the King of Hell, as if he was talking to himself.

&nb"Huh?" The King of Hell snorted coldly and said coldly and disdainfully: "Old man, you are too arrogant. Could it be that you thought that you could scare me away just by showing such a little trick."

&nb "It has nothing to do with me whether you want to leave or not. The longer you delay, the worse it will be for you. But as long as I show up and you want to do other things, it is basically impossible." The old man drank slowly He said in a calm tone while drinking wine.

&nbMaybe he had drunk enough. He turned around and put the lid on the gourd. He looked at the King of Hell sternly and said, "But you are indeed very rude. You speak like an old man. It seems that you have never studied."

&nb"Rely on the old and sell the old." The King of Hell snorted coldly, his eyes filled with blazing fighting spirit, and said: "It seems that China is more powerful than I imagined, and there is actually a strong man who can neutralize my attack. I can't remember it anymore. How many years have passed since the Qing Dynasty? Warriors who are capable of fighting me have appeared."

&nbAs soon as the King of Hell finished speaking, he walked towards the old man step by step, and said with a fighting spirit: "It just so happens that I have been trapped in the bottleneck of the Qi training realm for some years. Today, I will use you, old man, as a stepping stone for me to make a breakthrough."

&nb"You're still far away." The old man didn't even look at the King of Hell. He opened the jug again, raised his head and poured the wine into his mouth.

&nbIt's like, in the old man's world, there is only good wine and himself. In his eyes, the king of hell and any powerful opponent are not as important as a sip of wine.

&nb"Arrogant" The King of Hell snorted coldly, and he disappeared in an instant, shouting: "Let me see how much you, a bastard of old age, still have."

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