Fighter of the Destiny

The night was torn apart.

Day is coming.

Lightning strikes.

The fist dropped.

Everything happened in a very short time.

Those who can see all the pictures clearly are only a handful of truly powerful people, such as Xiaode, and those big shots in the Imperial City.

The demon people around the square could only see a dazzling light and the extremely huge black bear in the sky. They opened their mouths in shock and could not make any sound. Then they were awakened by a huge rumbling sound, and were immediately followed by A wave of air shook him backwards.

The strong wind howled non-stop, picking up all the dust in the gaps between the bluestones, blocking all sight, and making the light slightly dimmer.

The lightning was so bright that it couldn't be covered up at all, and the two figures were so clear.

The left hand of the young man wearing a hat finally left his back and was raised in front of him, blocking Xuanyuan's iron-breaking right fist.

His palms were clenched tightly and turned into fists as well.

This time, the night could no longer swallow everything.

The bolt of lightning falling from the sky landed on Xuanyuan Po's fist with perfect accuracy.

Countless dazzling electric wires surrounded Xuanyuan Po's right arm, making crackling sounds.

boom! Two unimaginable violent forces emerged from those two fists!

Countless cracks appeared on the hard bluestone ground!

What’s even more shocking is that those cracks go an unknown distance deep into the ground, and are so dark that it’s impossible to see them clearly.

The young man's arms trembled slightly, his clothes vibrated, and it could be vaguely seen that the expression on his face became extremely solemn.

Amidst the screeching sound, his hat was cut open several times by the knife-like wind, and he looked a little embarrassed.

Is Xuanyuan Po really going to win?

Just when the people were getting excited, suddenly, the lightning disappeared.

The young man wearing a hat seemed to have cast some kind of magic that was not of this world.

The lightning, which one could tell contained unimaginable power from heaven and earth, mysteriously disappeared in his palm.

There was a soft pop, like a ripe fruit falling to the ground and smashing into pieces.

The sound was so soft that it was difficult to hear in the howling wind.

Several big figures from the demon clan high up in the imperial city heard it.

Xiaode, who was standing outside the castle tower, also heard it and his face became extremely ugly.

That was the sound he had heard in Hanshan.

That was the sound of night covering the world again.

The night is heavy, and sometimes it is so heavy that the earth cannot bear it.

It was the sound of the hardest thing breaking.

That thing may be a sky stone in the cold mountains, or it may be a cold rock on a solitary peak in the snow ridge, or it may be a hard fist.

The wind picked up suddenly.

Xuanyuan Po's fist separated from the fist of the young man wearing a hat.

Countless streaks of white heat mist emerged from Xuanyuan Po's clothes, and were quickly condensed into water droplets by the slightly cold wind, wetting the cracked bluestone ground.

It looks like the scene every morning at the Huji Steamed Bun Shop in Matsucho.

A stream of blood spurted out from between his lips, making the bluestone ground even wetter.

Xuanyuan Po shook, and there was a dense cracking sound in his body.

More than a dozen streams of blood spurted out from his body like arrows, punching out more than a dozen round holes in his clothes. It looked like a waterfall flowing backwards into the sky.

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

The big shots above the imperial city were silent, with different expressions.

The leader of the Bear Clan turned to look at the great elder, his face as cold as ice.

Outside the castle tower, Xiaode's face was even uglier than that of the bear clan leader.

They all knew that Xuanyuan was defeated, and that it was a miserable defeat. More than ten Qi orifices were shattered. If treatment was not done properly afterwards, it was very likely that he would become a cripple.

They had anticipated such an outcome beforehand, but looking at Xuanyuan Po's fist that came down with thunder and lightning, they originally thought that there might be a miracle.

Xiao De did not expect a miracle to happen, but he always thought that the young man wearing a hat would have a very hard time.

Because in his opinion, if it were him who wanted to receive this punch, he would have to pay a heavy price.

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

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The young man wearing a hat slowly retracted his hands.

Then, he slowly took three steps back.

During this process, he kept staring into Xuanyuan Po's eyes, his expression extremely solemn, and he was extremely vigilant.

It wasn't until he retreated three steps away that Xuanyuan Po still didn't take action again, and it was confirmed that the opponent no longer had the ability to fight.

The slightly cold wind blew the broken hat, exposing more of his face.

You can vaguely see that his face is very handsome, and he has a kind of evil charm, but he is paler than yesterday, without a trace of blood.

"I guessed that your right hand would be very powerful, but I didn't expect that you would be so powerful."

He looked at Xuanyuan Po and said, "Back then, you were placed on the Qingyun Ranking without even fighting in the National Education Academy. Now that I think about it, Mr. Tianji does have some discernment."

Xuanyuan Po was covered in blood and stood there 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 the technique Chen Changsheng chose for you is also very strong and suitable. But the so-called thunder from the sky is actually still born in the rain clouds. I But I am not a worldly person, I was born on the clouds, how can your thunder from the sky hit me?"

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

It was obvious that he had paid a heavy price in order to receive Xuanyuan Po's punch. It was far from being as easy as Xiaode thought.

But what really made his voice tremble and his face become even paler was that what he was telling was a lie - he was the most noble king in the world, possessing supreme pride and dignity, yet he had to use this method when facing such a lowly opponent. He felt humiliated by other means, including lying.

What Xuanyuan Po used just now was the most powerful move in Tianlei Yin.

Even if he wanted to take this move head-on, he would have to pay a heavy or even heavy price.

But next he has to complete the most important historical mission in Baidi City in a thousand years. He must look invulnerable, so he cannot be injured.

Therefore, he did not use his own cultivation level to defeat Xuanyuan Po, but used other means.

At the beginning, he put his left hand behind his back, not to underestimate the enemy or to be calm and confident, but because he wanted to ensure 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 in his palm, he felt increasingly unhappy.

In order to cover up this unpleasant mood, he wanted to act more calm and calm.

His eyes fell on the iron sword at Xuanyuan Po's waist, and he said, "If you use this sword, you might be able to last longer."

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

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

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