When Pei Xiangyuan saw that Yinlang's attack was broken, he no longer held back. In an instant, as if he had crossed a distance, he arrived in front of Ning Beichen and raised his hand to hit Ning Beichen with a palm.
Zi Lala's voice emerged from Pei Xiangyuan's palm, and his palm turned red, as if there was a blazing sun hidden inside.
"Fire Sun Palm!"
"It turns out that you were the one who seriously injured my men!"
As soon as Ning Beichen saw the old man's palms turn red, he immediately thought of the palm prints on his men.
Before, he once thought that what injured his men was hard skills such as iron sand palm.
But Ning Beichen couldn't figure it out.
Logically speaking.
Even if the iron sand palm injured his own men, it would not cause such serious internal injuries. Now when he saw the old man's red palm, he would still be confused.
"Yes, I didn't expect you to know my Fierce Sun Palm. Kneel down and admit defeat, and I will spare your life!"
Pei Xiangyuan said to Ning Beichen.
"Old man, you don't have the qualifications and ability to make me kneel down on you!"
Ning Beichen took half a step back, clenched his fingers into a fist, his fist exuded a cold air, and punched Pei Xiangyuan's Sun Palm.
Bang!
Ning Beichen felt a ball of flame pouring into his arm from his fist, like fire.
I saw that the sleeves of his clothes were making crackling sounds. The sleeves from his wrists to his shoulders had turned into pieces, revealing Ning Beichen's strong arms.
Ning Beichen groaned, took two steps back, loosened his fingers, and saw that his arms were a little red.
However, Pei Xiangyuan was not much better than Ning Beichen. A cold air like needles entered his arm through his palm, and it could be seen to the naked eye that his arm was already covered with a layer of hoarfrost.
"You...what kind of boxing technique are you doing? You can actually break my Fierce Sun Palm."
Pei Xiangyuan asked in disbelief.
"Dog Boxing Technique."
Ning Beichen flicked his arm, a stream of heat radiated from his fingers, and said angrily.
This Pei Xiangyuan is indeed not weak. If he had not been promoted to Grandmaster, he would have been injured in the blow just now. He really cannot underestimate the world.
"That's nonsense. Since you won't tell me, I'll beat you until you tell me."
Pei Xiangyuan flicked his arm, and the ice frozen on his arm fell to the ground. He swayed and struck Ning Beichen with his palm again.
A red light appeared, like a red crescent moon, slashing at Ning Beichen's neck.
"Using the palm of his hand to turn his sword into a sword and releasing his inner energy to the outside. This Pei Xiangyuan really has two brushes."
Ning Beichen did not panic, but he did not fight him head-on. Instead, he stepped to the left, made a strange step, and easily dodged Pei Xiangyuan's blow.
Pei Xiangyuan's palm knife fell on a square pillar not far from Ning Beichen.
There was a loud bang.
I saw that there was already an extra palm knife mark on the square pillar, one finger deep and three finger wide, and porcelain pieces were flying around at any time.
"Hide, let me see where you can hide!"
Pei Xiangyuan snorted coldly and struck Ning Beichen three times in a row, completely blocking Ning Beichen's retreat.
Ning Beichen really had no way to hide.
But he didn't want to use the Grandmaster's power so quickly. Although this guy was an enemy, it was rare to meet a master. Ning Beichen was a little itchy and wanted to fight him a few more times.
If he used his master's strength, Ning Beichen would be confident to defeat him with one move.
"Hide, do I still need to hide from you? Do you think you are the only one who can express inner energy and outward energy?"
Ning Beichen swung his arms violently, punched him a few times, and clashed with Pei Xiangyuan's palm knife.
The two of them started fighting in this hall.
The people in the hall were running around with their heads in their hands. They had never seen a battle of this level before.
Pei Xiangyuan's palm left a crack in the wall, and Ning Beichen's punch also left a huge hole in the wall. It seemed that the two were evenly matched, and neither could do anything to the other.
But they didn't know that Pei Xiangyuan became more and more panicked as he fought.
He has been famous for a long time. He has been practicing martial arts since he was a child. His decades of skill can't do anything to this young man who can be his son. It would be a lie to say that he is not flustered.
But no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't figure out which sect Ning Beichen was a disciple of.
Because the martial arts used by Ning Beichen were very complicated, when fighting him, he picked up the martial arts and moves at random, and seemed to know everything, so that Pei Xiangyuan could not tell his whereabouts at all.
Two bangs.
Ning Beichen and Pei Xiangyuan each took three steps back and stood still. Ning Beichen was panting slightly, while Pei Xiangyuan was breathing heavily.
The fight up to this point is not only about the level of martial arts, the depth of skills, but also the comparison in physical strength.
It's no joke that boxers are afraid of the young. The two are equally powerful, and in the end the younger one will definitely win.
Now Pei Xiangyuan felt that his physical strength was exhausted, even his hands and feet were shaking a little, and he was becoming more and more afraid of Ning Beichen.
But it also made Pei Xiangyuan want to kill Ning Beichen more and more.
Ning Beichen is still so young and has such strength. If he is let go, the consequences will be disastrous.
"Boy, do you think you can really stop me?"
Pei Xiangyuan gritted his teeth and said to Ning Beichen.
"Then come and see who dies first."
The battle just now made Ning Beichen feel very comfortable. He had not felt so good in a fight for a long time.
Ning Beichen looked like he wanted to fight Pei Xiangyuan to the end, which made Han Xin panic.
He originally thought that Pei Xiangyuan took action and killed this kid in just a matter of minutes.
But now the results are completely different. The two have been fighting for half an hour, and Pei Xiangyuan has not been able to kill Ning Beichen.
At this time, someone who saw him quietly took out a pistol from his pocket, and with the help of the conversation between the two, he stood in front of Ning Beichen, pointed the gun at Ning Beichen and said viciously.
"Mr. Pei, why bother talking to him so much, let me kill him."
After saying that, Han Xin did not hesitate to pull the trigger.
He had the same idea as Pei Xiangyuan. This kind of strong man who can fight Pei Xiangyuan must not be retained, otherwise there will be endless troubles.
Bang!
Smoke was coming from the muzzle, and the bullet flew towards Ning Beichen.
"Young Master!"
Pei Xiangyuan wanted to stop it, but it was too late.
"The game ends here!"
Ning Beichen didn't want to continue fighting with Pei Xiangyuan. When he saw that Han Xin dared to shoot him, he punched him in the air.
"Young master, be careful!"
Pei Xiangyuan hurriedly pulled Han Xin, and Ning Beichen's punch was strong.
There was a loud bang.
Seeing that the bullets fired by Han Xin had exploded, the force of the fist surged over like a huge wave, directly punching a three-meter-wide punch hole in the wall behind Han Xin.
When Han Xin saw the three-meter-wide hole in the wall, his legs weakened and his upper and lower teeth kept trembling.
If Pei Xiangyuan hadn't grabbed him in time, he might have been beaten to a pulp by Ning Beichen's punch.