Outside the gate of Huaian Temple.

The strong wind swells, and the mud and sand are flying.

"In addition to the two commanders at the stick, there are also..."

Monk Liansheng's eyes turned, his face was extremely serious, and he looked at four figures that showed their powerful momentum without any scruples, causing dust to spread across the sky.

"Boyan, Antai... two banner owners of Luowangsi."

Liansheng took a deep breath, and a hint of horror flashed through his eyes. With his cultivation and mind, it was hard to hide his mental excitement at this time.

The pseudo-Kang court dispatched four masters at one time!

This power is definitely not something they can compete with, and Lian Sheng made a decision in his heart in an instant.

"Even if you are crushed to pieces, you must keep the Yanxia vein and let Your Highness escape."

From the corner of his eyes, he saw many of the members of the Avenue Association around him, and they looked panicked and frightened. He sighed in his heart: "If they are, how many people can escape."

"None of you can escape, you all have to die here today."

But the other party seemed to be able to guess what he was thinking. Nalan Binbin's cold and cold bone-marrow sounded.

The four masters, Nalan Binbin, Fuxiang, Boyan and Antai, flashed their figures, divided the four directions, and surrounded Pei Yuan and others in the center.

The surging energy combined with fierce murderous intent and drowns out like a vast and overwhelming place.

Among the members of the Dao Society, several people with weak martial arts had pale faces, big cold sweats on their foreheads oozing out, and their bodies were shaking, as if they could faint at any time.

A cold gaze pierced Pei Yuan's body, and the sharp meaning contained in it was like a sword of hardening and tempering to penetrate him.

Fuxiang's mouth opened and a ferocious squirting up his face: "I don't know what tricks you, a bed bug, used to assassinate Delong. I have never been happy with Delong's methods of doing things."

"but……"

Fuxiang's tone became colder and he said sternly: "No matter what, I have been in the relationship with Delong for forty years. He is my beloved relatives and friends, brothers and sisters. Do you dare to kill him? Today I will tear you into pieces."

Pei Yuan looked calm and ignored Fuxiang's words. He turned his eyes and looked down at the winding mountain road. His eyes seemed to penetrate the barriers of rocks, soil, mud and even trees.

On the mountain road, the leisurely little Shunzi let out a light "Huh" and raised his eyes as if he was aware of it. A shy smile appeared on his face.

Pei Yuan withdrew his gaze, and at the same time, Liansheng's voice came from his ears: "Your Highness, let's start your hand later. I will try my best to entangle them. You can find the opportunity to get out..."

Liansheng's lips were slightly twitching. No one except Pei Yuan could hear his words. Instead, he used the sound of true energy to bind him and condensed into a thread and sent it directly into Pei Yuan's ears.

Fuxiang pointed at Liansheng in the field and sneered: "Boyan, Antai, Hu Yuanzhong left it to you to solve it."

He tapped his fingers and fell on Pei Yuan again.

"This bed bug belongs to me!"

Nalan Binbin frowned slightly, looked at the field with a calm expression and a plain face. Except for his relatively strong figure, he seemed to feel no good feelings in his heart.

"Fuxiang, don't act irritably. This time, we will be ordered by the emperor and will not allow any mistakes. You and I will take action to capture and kill this thief!"

Nalan Binbin said in a deep voice.

"Have you finished speaking?" Pei Yuan interrupted lightly: "If you haven't finished speaking, you can continue to say something, I'm not in a hurry at all."

Fuxiang said in a grim voice: "Of course you don't have to hurry, because every breath you breathe now is considered to be a little more alive!"

Pei Yuan sighed, poked his hands out of his sleeves, and slowly opened his palms in front of him.

He looked at his big palms and whispered: "It just happened to be a breakthrough and was in a good mood. So that you can live a little longer. Why don't you accept my affection? Since you are so rude, then..."

"Go on the way!"

Before the sound was stopped, the sound was in the ears. Pei Yuan suddenly squeezed one palm and his five fingers closed into a punch.

Wow!

Countless airflows in the air were surging, making a rushing sound. Pei Yuan's punch seemed to cover all the energy around him, and punched Fuxiang with a loud punch.

The distance between the two is at least fifteen feet apart.

With Pei Yuan's current cultivation level, his fist strength is essentially enough to cross such a distance, but his fist strength spans fifteen feet, and his force must be reduced by at least 30%.

So when his fist came out, the man rushed out.

The ground was shaking violently.

Standing in front of Pei Yuan, Gongsun Jiuniang felt the earth trembling as if it was about to turn over, and some members of the Daohui Association even staggered.

Pei Yuan had turned into a lightning bolt that had tear apart the sky.

Fuxiang felt a flash in front of him. Pei Yuan had already killed him, and the iron fist wrapped in dark energy blasted towards his chest.

This move starts from the Hundred Strategy of the God of Fist, but it combines the boxing attainments of "Pei Donglai" and many of the essences of "Brahwa Wubao Scroll" and "Jingxuan Jiupian", among which the boxing principles have long exceeded the scope of the original version.

Fuxiang's face was frozen. In the face of this magnificent fist that seemed to be able to destroy the mountains and crack the city, he immediately felt unprecedented danger and even forgot all his thinking ability.

All that was left was the instinct that had been cultivated for forty years. His arms suddenly flew in front of his chest, and the true energy in his body surged out, turning into a torrent that resisted everything.

But the punch was too fierce. The torrent formed by the true energy collapsed with one blow, and the fist was directly printed on the center of Fuxiang's arms.

At this moment, Fuxiang's face twisted, his nose, eyes, and mouth seemed to be wrinkled into a ball, and he felt that he was being hit by a mountain.

Click!

Fuxiang's arms were torn apart, and all the venting fist power burst out. The sharp force rushed into Fuxiang's arms. Only the "bang bang bang" sounded endlessly, and Fuxiang's arms exploded into blood flowers all over the sky.

Fuxiang howled violently, but the severe pain also woke him up, losing both hands and still having his feet.

His feet swung in the air like lightning, causing a roaring hurricane, wrapped around a large amount of sand and dust on the ground, swept towards Pei Yuan's head.

puff!

Pei Yuan rushed forward, and his fist suddenly turned into a palm. He reached out and grabbed and grabbed, and pinched one of the kicks that Fu Xiangheng had kicked down, shook his backhand and swung it. The energy surging from Pei Yuan's palm quickly invaded Fu Xiang's body, causing the true energy that he had finally condensed to disperse again.

At the same time, it was like a sledgehammer, Fuxiang drew an arc in the air and smashed the ground.

Bang!

The ground was as if it was bombarded by thunder and thunder, and suddenly sank downwards, sinking into a deep pit that engulfed Fuxiang in.

Pei Yuan punched out another punch in the air, and the energy turned into substance, and condensed into a huge fist in the void, hitting Fuxiang's head in the pit with great force.

The sound of skull rupture followed.

"With such a deep friendship, I will be full of your brotherly feelings, no need to thank me!"

Pei Yuan stood in front of the sinkhole where the soil was rolling down, and the sensational energy lifted the sand and dust in all directions.
Chapter completed!