Fighter of the Destiny

There was no time for the wind to blow around, no time for people to blink, and no time to express their exclamations.

The knife had already arrived in front of Xuanyuan Po, and his neck was about to be cut off and his head was about to fall.

The demon court official had been prepared in advance, but he suddenly discovered that Niechi's sword was faster than he expected, and he still had no time to stop it. The little official behind the table was also prepared, but he still couldn't suppress the joy in his heart, but the smile didn't have time to appear on his face.

It was a very short period of time, and the sound had no time to spread. There was silence around the ring, filled with an atmosphere of panic.

What finally broke the silence and returned the flow of time to normal was an extremely clear voice.

It wasn't the sound of a knife being scraped, nor was it the sound of a skull falling to the ground, but a muffled sound.

It was like a ripe fruit falling on the hard ground and smashing into pieces.

It was like a skin full of wine being sat flat by the leader of the Xiang Clan.

More like a fist slamming into the mud.

Yes, this one sounds the most like it, because that’s what really happened.

Niechi's iron sword was as fast as lightning, but Xuanyuan Po's fist was even faster.

His fist was so fast that no one could see it, not even an afterimage.

When the iron knife was still half a foot away from his neck, his fist had already hit Niechi's face.

The fists all fell with unimaginable huge power.

Niechi's face began to deform, the bridge of his nose sank, his eye sockets were cracked, his jaw was torn, and countless blood spread out around him like blooming petals.

Under Xuanyuan Po's fist, his face looked like a puddle of mud.

His neck bones were broken almost at the same time, and his head rolled back and hung on his back.

It looks like a heavy red fruit hanging on the branch.

This picture looks a bit weird and extremely terrifying.

As expected of a long-established strong man of the demon clan, Niechi did not die immediately. An incomprehensible sound came out of his cracked throat, and he shook several times on the ring before finally falling to the ground, accompanied by those The extremely ugly and smelly juice splattered and he died.

There was dead silence up and down the ring, without any sound.

The carp clan deacon looked at Xuanyuan Po with a dazed expression.

Those people who had not had time to exclaim looked dull and forgot to exclaim.

The little official was preparing to celebrate Xuanyuan Po's death when his smile finally appeared, but it was uglier than crying.

Xuanyuan Po looked at his fist, slightly startled.

Then he looked at Niechi's body and shook his head, saying, "You are too fast."

When he participated in the Heavenly Selection Ceremony today, he did not think about killing anyone.

It's just that the opponent's knife came too fast and his killing intent was too fierce.

How can you turn power into speed? How can we maximize speed?

Bieyanghong said, don't be too deliberate.

Rise as your heart desires.

Fall as your heart desires.

Although there was no formal ceremony, Xuanyuan Po once worshiped Luoluo as his disciple, and Luoluo was Chen Changsheng's only female student.

From this point of view, he is originally from the old temple of Xining Town, and he is a student of the National Education College and has lived with Chen Changsheng for a long time.

Whether you follow your heart or follow your heart, you are cultivating the mind, and the mind is the only way in the world that cannot be cultivated.

When he said that his opponent's knife was too fast, he was not being sarcastic, but telling the truth.

The knife was so fast that he had no time to think, no time to think, so he could only act instinctively.

There is no need to think, actions come first, and this is the true way to follow your heart.

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Xuanyuan Po walked off the ring.

The onlookers dispersed automatically like a tide.

The Demon Court official looked at Xuanyuan Po's figure, raised his eyebrows slightly, and called his subordinates, asking him to find out the origin of Xuanyuan Po.

In the first battle, Xuanyuan Po used his strength to directly defeat the Xiang Clan disciple, which shocked him and the Presbyterian Council official.

But that was definitely not as strong as the shock this scene brought him.

Because Niechi is a real strong man of the demon clan.

When the Yaoting official saw Niechi's lightning sword, he was very sure that even he was not Niechi's opponent.

However, Niechi was defeated by the fist of this bear tribe youth!

If Niechi is a real strong man, then who does this young man from the Bear tribe count?

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Xuanyuan Po walked to the small table.

This is the third time he has come to this small table today.

The expression of the official he knew had also changed many times.

At the beginning, the little official's face was full of contempt and ridicule, then shock and avoidance, and then humiliation and resentment.

Now, this little official's face was extremely pale, as if he had suffered from the cold, but he was sweating non-stop.

Especially when Xuanyuan Po stood in front of the table and the shadow fell on him, he was sweating profusely, and his clothes were soaked in an instant.

An official looked on and asked worriedly: "Cao Si, are you okay?"

Only then did Xuanyuan Po learn the name of this minor official.

The junior officer responded with a few vague words, raised his sleeves and kept wiping the sweat, but couldn't wipe it clean.

Xuanyuan Po knew why he was like this, but he didn't pay attention to it. After the list was confirmed, he left.

The junior official raised his head, looked at Xuanyuan Po's back, and couldn't help but think about what he said in the tavern the day before yesterday.

He had drank a lot at that time and had forgotten many things, but after suffering so many shocks today, he had already remembered all those words.

"Isn't this just a piece of trash!"

"Do you really believe such a useless bragging? To give back to the masters of the Tianhai family... let's just say it's Tianhai Shengxue!"

"Xiong Zai, stop here!"

"Look at his hands. They are useless. He has no strength at all and is only qualified to wash dishes. He still claims that he is the director of the National Education Academy?"

"That's the National Education Academy! If you have that kind of ability, why would you still stay here and wash dishes?"

Thinking that he had scolded this person so many times that day, his sweat flowed faster.

When he remembered that he had spit in front of this person that day, he felt dizzy and was about to faint.

Xuanyuan Po walked out of the crowd, came to the street corner, took out the beef buns from the paper bag and ate them.

After the first battle, he realized that the battle was really exhausting, so he went to the bun shop and bought the beef buns from the last drawer.

Sure enough, he had only thrown two punches so far, and he felt very hungry.

The buns were cold and the gravy was slightly condensed. They were not very tasty, but he ate them very attentively.

People watched very attentively.

A fierce battle was still going on in the ring, but no one was paying attention.

All eyes fell on the street outside, on Xuanyuan Po's body, and on his hands.

It was as if the meat bun in his hand was the most delicious thing in the world.