Way of Choices

If the young man wearing a hat really comes from Xue Old Town, then he will at all costs, even if he is going to die, to stop the other party.

Xuan Yuanbao decided to do so.

The young man wearing a hat was not affected by this sentence and remained calm.

As he feels, everything is just ordinary for him, even if it is life or death.

The attitude of each other is already clear, then the next step should be the process of proof.

Xuan Yuanbo knew that the opponent was very strong, at least much stronger than himself, so he chose to take the lead.

From the morning before yesterday morning to the seemingly simple ring of Matsucho, and then won nine games in a row, and now, this is his first shot.

The leather boots landed on the hard bluestone ground, making a dull sound.

Numerous sounds of continuous blasting followed in the slightly cold air in front of the Imperial City.

These crackling sounds are not very loud, but they are very clear.

That's the sound of the air being hit by things, not being deformed and squeezed, and being directly broken.

It is conceivable how fast the Xuanyuan can be broken, and the onlookers cannot see with naked eyes at all, but can only vaguely see an afterimage.

Behind the afterimage was a cloud of dust, and the young man was wearing a hat.

Xuanyuan's broken left fist came out through the air, and roared down, there was a wind and thunder hidden in it, containing unimaginable power and might.

The iron fist hadn't arrived yet, and the dust first came up like a dark cloud, covering the field.

The young man wearing a hat stepped out of the smoke.

Then, he put his left hand behind him.

With this action, his breath changed.

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Xiaode withdrew from the Heavenly Choice Code, but came to the scene today.

He took more than ten subordinates and stood on a hillside near the Tianshou Pavilion, looking at the picture in front of the imperial city, silently, not knowing what he was thinking.

Whether the young man wearing a hat appeared like Gufeng, or Xuanyuan broke the strong and powerful declaration, he did not make any change in his expression.

However, when the young man walked out of the dust and carried his left hand behind him, Xiao De's expression suddenly changed, and his face even became pale.

This reminded him of a picture that he had seen in Hanshan many years ago.

That middle-aged scholar in front of the woods seems to be holding his hands like this.

The middle-aged scholar turned his back to him and Liu Qing, looking at the fruit intently.

The demon strong and the world's first assassin?

When he turned around, the night would cover thousands of miles of cold mountains.

Everything in the world is, of course, ordinary and not worth mentioning.

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The young man wearing a hat stepped out of the smoke.

He was not the middle-aged scholar in Hanshan, so the sky in Baidi City did not darken.

But when he raised his right hand to meet Xuanyuan's broken left fist, the night still came as usual.

The night can cover thousands of miles of cold mountains, can also cover the entire sky, can contain or swallow everything, and naturally can block a fist.

Without any sound, Xuanyuan's fist was grasped by his hand.

Since then, nothing has changed.

If you hold it, you will hold it, and you will not be able to leave again, unless the morning light returns to the earth, and it will be tomorrow morning.

Looking at this scene, both the crowd of demon clan and the big figures who were observing in the distance were shocked and speechless.

The day before yesterday, in the Xiacheng District competition, Xuanyuan's broken fists showed unimaginable strength and might. Every punch made seemed to be broken. After winning nine games in a row, it really hit the name of Hehe, and even became the devil's poverty. The divine role of the people.

However, the fist that Xuanyuan broke today is so weak that he can't even break the palm of his opponent!

How powerful is the real power of this young man wearing a hat!

The atmosphere became extremely tense, the air seemed to be frozen, and the expressions of shock and worry appeared on the faces of the people.

Xuanyuan's expression didn't change, and there was something stupid about it.

Still like the previous moment, like the previous day, like the previous years.

He did not panic, because he had already expected that the young man wearing a hat was indeed much stronger than himself.

More importantly, he has not yet exhibited his most powerful means.

Whether it was the nine battles the day before yesterday, or every conflict he encountered with Matsucho in the tavern in recent years, he never used that method.

Even when it was pushed forward to the Kyoto State College of Education, he did not really use that method.

His strongest means is still fist.

But it was not a left fist that was intact, but... a right fist that seemed to shrink and was crippled.

Xuanyuan broke his right fist and waved forward.

His right arm was severely injured, and all the meridians were broken by Tian Hai'er, and later he was nearly cured by Chen Changsheng. However, as he began to learn some exercises, not only did his right arm not fully recover, but the injury gradually Aggravated, especially in the past few years, there has been a very serious shrinkage.

Now his right arm is very small, like a branch like a child's arm, which is more pitiful compared to the burly body.

In the tavern by the river, this is the main reason why he is made fun of.

No one will make fun of him today, only sympathize and pity him.

Although he clearly lost, he still refused to give up. In the eyes of everyone, Xuanyuan was very brave, but this courage was so sad.

Xuanyuan broke the sympathetic sigh that didn't pay attention, and waved his arms silently and intently, smashing it into the other party's face.

It was smashing, not banging, because he was holding his fist, striking it with the bottom edge of the fist from top to bottom, not with the hardest front of the fist.

This looks like a frustrating filming, but in fact it is more like anger, patting the sewage in the sink.

The most like is actually a drop hammer.

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In the mountain forest beside the Tianshou Pavilion, Xiao De's expression changed suddenly, and he took a step forward.

On the observation platform, the patriarch of the Xiang clan suddenly opened his eyes.

In the stone palace, the shepherd lady raised her eyebrows slightly, as if she were a sword.

In this scene, ordinary people can only see frustration and hopelessness, but they can see more things.

For example, when Xuanyuan broke his fist, the atmosphere of wildfire emanating from the sky trees in the distant mountains suddenly increased several times!

A huge black bear figure appeared in the sky!

It stretched out its claws and tore apart the night that shrouded above the imperial city!

Rain clouds poured out from that night, and suddenly a flash of lightning came out of the depths!

The square in front of the imperial city is extremely bright.

In the dazzling light, Xuanyuan's broken right arm moved forward at high speed, expanding rapidly and becoming larger.

His fist has also become several times larger, as if it were an iron hammer in the hands of Tenjin.

His fist fell like a hammer.

The lightning also fell simultaneously.

There was a loud bang.

Fist and lightning fell on the young man wearing a hat at the same time.

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