White clothes are his greatest reliance in this world. He is the warmest and quietest existence like a black room of wild cats. He didn't have time to take it out when facing Liansheng in the mountain gate of the Demon Cult. He almost died. At this time, he had to return to the world from the isolated mountains. The strangeness and caution made him ready to pull out the white clothes at any time.

There is nothing in the world outside the fog that thousands of people refer to.

There was no sneak attack either.

Qin Jie was greeted by a fist.

A fist bigger than the earthen bowl that Zhang Chuchu bought cheaper.

That fist is open and upright, full of gold and stone energy.

It breaks through the wind and comes. It has no secret meaning.

Not a sneak attack.

It's killing.

Because the fist appeared very openly and at that time, it was at least ten feet away from his face. No one could attack a sneak attack at a distance of ten feet. The gun could be done, but the fist could not.

The reason why that fist was visible was because at the moment it appeared, all the fog in the mountain road was scattered into smaller particles by the fist wind, which could no longer hinder the sight.

The smooth stone wall of Suikong is clear.

The mountain road is also transparent.

That's why Qin Jie can see that fist.

And that burly middle-aged man.

He had no time to think, and no time to see clearly the middle-aged man's appearance. Because the fist, which was bigger than the sea bowl, came to him almost without stopping after shattering the fog in the passage.

In his sight, the fist became countless times in an instant.

Because the speed of this punch was too fast, the wind in the narrow passage didn't have time to swell. Instead, it was compressed and stuck to the smooth stone wall. So all the sounds disappeared. There was a silence like death. It was not a sneak attack, but more terrifying than a sneak attack. Because it was an absolute killing relying on super strength.

Facing a fist that can discharge the air and seem to be faster than the sound, Qin Jie only had time to do one move. A injury that he had done countless times before his death since he was a child and was so skillful that he could not exceed the level of greater degree.

The strange screams that were caused by the threat of death were still brewing between his chest and abdomen. He was trembling with the stimulation of the shadow of death, and his skin had not had time to stretch out his hair. The white clothes were already stretched open, blocking his face like the sky in the daytime.

The fist fell on the white fabric.

The white clothes were not torn. There was no thing in this world that could break it. The white fabric fell deeply in that moment. A very exaggerated deformation appeared. This was the most serious deformation since the white clothes appeared. You can imagine what kind of power the fist carried.

At the second moment when the naked eye could not see clearly and even time had lost its effect, the fabric of the white clothes began to recover. As the recovery was restored, the incredible terrifying force spread to the clothes.

The white clothes took off Qin Jie's tiger's mouth and brought out several extremely deep white tearing scars. The blood was still dazed in the cracks. There was no time to seep out. Because the third moment was also a moment that surpassed time.

Qin Jie's eyes reflected the color of the white clothes. Then it suddenly became brighter. He began to close his abdomen and began to exhale and collapse his chest. His feet began to tiptoe to get off the ground.

These extremely subtle movements were not enough to complete. The fabric of the white clothes had already hit his chest hard.

But fortunately, he had already started to do these preparatory actions in such a short moment. So he was not dead.

The white clothes fell down like a mountain hitting his chest directly.

Qin Jie's feet left the ground, his chest and abdomen sank downwards, and then he flew up.

The terrifying power, like a mountain, gradually faded during the long journey of tragic flight.

He paid a very heavy price for this. Blood spurted out like a waterfall.

Although the pain in his chest kept tearing his body like a devil, and the fear of death kept stinging his mind. His eyes were still calm and focused. He kept trying to adjust his posture while flying backwards. At the same time, the spiritual energy hidden deep in his lower abdomen quickly spread to his limbs, trying to repair his injuries with the remains left by his uncle.

But that fist won't give him time.

In fact, that fist never stopped.

Even Baiyi couldn't block that fist for a short moment.

Qin Jie was knocked away.

The fist also flew up.

Follow him coldly and powerfully like Shura.

The passage from the Demon Sect to the outside of the Tianqi Mountains is very secret. In order to ensure that it is impossible to see it outside the mountain or on the mountain, it is very narrow. So when the fist breaks through the fog and knocks Qin Jie away and then wants to continue to kill him directly, he must pass by the three girls who have just reacted.

Of course, Wang Yushan took the lead in taking action.

How could she watch Qin Jie be beaten to death? She felt the terrifying power mixed with the fist. She felt the middle-aged man's body as sharp as gold and stone, and even faintly stronger than his master. Under the pressure of many factors, this best girl talisman master in the world finally inspired unprecedented abilities. Within the moment when his eyelashes were not trembling, he drew the most powerful half-dao divine talisman.

The distant talisman condenses in the passage, and the powerful airflow evaporates here.

However, the fist rushed over without any hesitation.

The air flow is broken, the talisman is gone and the sword is gone. Return to nirvana.

The second move was Li Tong.

She actually didn't want to take action because she was the first person to recognize the middle-aged man. She knew that the other party was a member of the board of directors of Myth Group. She knew how powerful the other party was. And she had no good feelings for Qin Jie. If the shameless guy was directly hit by this punch into meat sauce, she wouldn't she cry, but she had to take action because she found that the fist was so perfect.

Only with a desperate and unyielding nature can you punch such a perfect punch. Only by going without returning can you be able to stay in a state of prosperity. In an instant, she understood that even if the other party recognized her, it would not be possible to give this and perfection any flaws. This punch had already incorporated the most absolute determination. The attitude of the person who came out of the punch towards this world.

She stood on the path that the fist must pass. So she had to use the most powerful invisible spiritual sword and slashed. She had no hope for this sword at all. Because she knew that even if she was in the Nascent Soul stage, she was far from the opponent of the middle-aged man. She even thought that even the vice chairman was not as powerful as the other party.

Sure enough, Li Tong's most powerful invisible spiritual sword, in front of this fist, was like a child's toy wooden sword. It suddenly collapsed and shattered, instantly transformed into a real invisible, leaving no traces between the passages.

The last move was Zhou Lili.

Because she thought she was a disciple of the Demon Cult. It was possible that she was all the so-called righteous practitioners of the righteous path. So she insisted on standing at the end.

She didn't know who the middle-aged man was. But she guessed who he was. So there was no fear in her clear eyes. Instead, she showed a look of extreme excitement.

The excitement was not because she believed that she could defeat the other party. In fact, she knew that she could not defeat the other party at all. So she did not fight as strongly as against the giant wolf cleft in the snowfield. She did not act as powerful as she carried a blood-colored sword and slashed Yun Zhengming. Instead, she sealed her arms with her cross in front of her and made the strongest defense she could make.

No surprise, the cross seal hit her delicate chest with both arms and instantly dispersed.

The fist intention of this fist is always condensed on Qin Jie. He only occasionally passes by three girls and does not release real power. However, this kind of passing is like a flood passing by a small mountain village, destroying and decaying.

Qin Jie looked at the fist that was getting closer and closer, with his eyes calm and focused. His left hand had already grasped the hilt behind him.

The shadow of death is near. Because the fist is near. He is very scared. His experience of struggling to survive at the critical moment of life and death over the past years tells him that the more dangerous it is, the more calm he needs.

There were many times when it was this and calm. He successfully stayed away from death.

He hopes that this will be the case today.

It was as if Haotian or Mingjun heard his prayers. He was moved by his calmness and calmness when facing death. The fragments of information imprinted in the Lotus World suddenly became vivid.

Qin Jie couldn't understand those things. But he understood that fist.

He even thought of many ways of dealing with it without reason. Those methods were so wonderful and incredible. However, the realm required by those methods was an area that he could not reach now.

Is this the absolute difference in the power of realm?

Qin Jie looked at the fist, and a trace of despair finally emerged in his eyes.

From the moment of the Box to the point where he came to Qin Jie, the burly middle-aged man punched him.

I pondered for many days by the lake. I put aside the bonds of the world and decided to have a complete separation from the past. It condensed the punch of all the spirits of the strong man in the world.

Such a fist only needs one, which is enough to beat the four young generations of the best men like dogs.

Such a fist is simply unstoppable. There are not many people in the world who deserve to hit twice.

No one can stop this fist.

The Heavenly Dao Alliance cannot be with Long Tian. Neither can the Chairman of Myth Group.

However, when this fist was about to touch Qin Jie, it stopped.

Such a decisive and perfect punch, which seemed to be unreturning, stopped in front of Qin Jie's eyes.

This transformation between extreme movement and extreme stillness shows the incredible martial arts realm of middle-aged men.

Yes. No one in the world can stop this fist except for the middle-aged man himself.

But this fist came from thousands of miles away through the land and across the lake, carrying endless determination and even with the determination to be enemies of the world. Why did he stop at this time?

A gentle man appeared next to Qin Jie at some time.

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