Way of Choices

The night was torn apart.

The day is coming.

Lightning strikes.

Fists fell.

Everything happened in a very short time.

Only a handful of real powerhouses, such as Druid, such as the big men in the Imperial City, can see all the pictures clearly.

The demons around the square can only see a dazzling light and the extremely huge black bear light and shadow in the sky. They opened their mouths in shock, unable to make any sound, and then were awakened by the huge rumbling sound, and then immediately A wave of tremors receded back and forth.

The wind kept roaring, rolling up all the dust in the crevasse of the bluestone, obscuring all sight, and making the light a little dimmed.

The lightning was so bright that it couldn't be concealed at all. The two figures were so clear.

The left hand of the young man wearing a hat finally left his back and raised to the front, blocking Xuanyuan's right fist.

His palm was clenched tightly, also becoming a fist.

This time, the night has been unable to devour everything.

The lightning that fell from the sky, along with Xuanyuan's broken fist, fell on his fist with great accuracy.

Countless dazzling electric wires surround Xuanyuan's broken right arm, making a crackling sound.

boom! Two unimaginable amounts of violent violence were born in those two fists!

There are countless cracks in the hard bluestone ground!

What's even more shocking is that the cracks went deep into the ground for some unknown distance, so dark that they couldn't be seen at all.

The young man's arm trembles slightly, and his shirt also vibrates, and the expression on his face becomes very dignified.

In the rattling sound, his hat was cut several times by the wind like a knife, and he looked awkward.

Is Xuanyuanbao really going to win?

Just when the people were just getting excited, suddenly, the electricity disappeared.

The young man wearing a hat seems to have performed some magic that does not belong to this world.

At first glance, the lightning that contained the unimaginable power of heaven and earth disappeared in his palm so strangely.

A crackling sound was like a ripe fruit falling on the ground and smashing a rotten one.

This sound is very soft, and it is difficult to be heard in the roaring wind.

Several demon clan figures from the height of the imperial city heard.

Xiao De, who was standing outside the Tianshou Pavilion, also heard it, and his face became extremely ugly.

That was the voice he once heard in Hanshan.

That was the sound of the night again covering the world.

The night is heavy, and the earth is sometimes difficult to carry.

That's the sound of the hardest thing breaking.

The thing may be the sky stone in the cold mountain, or the cold rock in the solitary peak of Xueling, or a hard fist.

The wind swelled suddenly.

The broken fist of Xuanyuan was separated from the fist of the young man wearing a hat.

Countless white hot mists emerged from Xuanyuan's broken clothes, and were quickly condensed into drops of water by the cold wind, which wet the cracked bluestone ground.

It looked like a picture of the Huji bun shop in Matsucho every morning.

A stream of blood spewed out of his lips, making the bluestone floor wetter.

Xuanyuan shook a little, and there was a dense burst of sound in his body.

More than ten channels of blood flow like arrows, squirting out of his body, knocking his clothes out of more than ten round holes, and looking like a waterfall cascading up to heaven.

Looking at this scene, there were countless exclamations and screams all around.

The big figures above the imperial city are silent and have different expressions.

The Patriarch Patriarch turned to look at the elder, his face cold like frost.

Outside the Tianshou Pavilion, Xiaode's face was even uglier than that of the Xiong patriarch.

They all knew that Xuanyuan was broken, and it was miserable. More than ten points of qi were broken, and if it was not treated properly afterwards, it might even become a waste.

They had expected such an outcome in advance, but when Xuanyuan broke the fist that fell with lightning, they thought they might have a miracle.

Xiao De didn't expect a miracle, but he always thought that the young man wearing a hat should have a hard time receiving it.

Because in his view, it was his own, and he would have to pay a great price if he wanted to take the punch.

Who would have thought that the young man wearing a hat did not step back!

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The young man wearing a hat slowly retracted his hands.

Then he took three steps slowly.

During this process, he kept staring at Xuanyuan's broken eyes, his expression dignified, and he was extremely vigilant.

It wasn't until he stepped back three steps that Xuanyuan Po still didn't shoot again, only to confirm that the opponent had no ability to fight.

The cold wind swayed the broken lichen, and revealed more parts of his face.

You can vaguely see that his face is very beautiful, and there is a fascinating charm, but it is more pale than yesterday, without a trace of blood.

"I guess your right hand will be very powerful, but I didn't expect you to be so powerful."

He looked at Xuan Yuanbo and said, "You were ranked in the Qingyun List without a fight at the National College of Education. Now you want to come, Tianji Lao'er really has a little vision."

Xuanyuan broke with blood, standing on the spot and said: "But I failed to defeat you."

The young man wearing a hat was silent for a while, and said, "Your talent is indeed very strong, and Chen Changsheng’s exercises for you are also very strong and suitable. However, the so-called Tianlei is actually still in the rain cloud, I But he is not a worldly person, he was born on the cloud, how can your sky thunder hit me?"

When he said this, his voice trembled slightly, his face paler.

Obviously, in order to take the punch that Xuanyuan broke, he also paid a great price, far from being as easy as Xiaode thought.

But what really makes his voice tremble and his face paler is because he is telling lies-he is the most noble king in the world, with supreme pride and dignity, but he has to use such a lowly opponent He had to lie by other means, which made him feel humiliated.

Xuanyuan broke through the most powerful trick in the sky.

Even if he wants to take this trick head-on, he will have to pay a great, even heavy price.

But then he wants to complete one of the most important historical missions in the millennium in Baidi City. He must look impeccable so he cannot be injured.

So instead of using his own realm as strength to defeat Xuanyuan, he used other means.

At the beginning, his left hand was behind his back, not underestimating the enemy or calmly confident, but because he wanted to make sure that he could take off something on his belt at any time.

That thing is a stone seal.

Feeling the hard touch of the seal from the palm of his hand, he became more and more unhappy.

In order to cover up this unpleasant mood, he wanted to behave more breezy.

His eyes fell on the iron sword that Xuanyuan broke in his waist and said, "If you use this sword, or you can last longer."

Xuanyuan looked at the left fist he was holding and shook his head. "Even if I use a sword, I can't match the thing in your hand."

When he said this, his expression was still so calm, or rather dull.

The young man wearing a hat felt that his words were full of ridicule and disdain, and there was a cold killing in his eyes.

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