The thunder entrenched in Nangong Aoqiong's fist flashed wildly, and the lightning struck the air, making bursts of explosions.
Under the dazzling thunder light, Nangong Aoqiong's face looked extremely ferocious.
There was a fierce glint in his eyes.
This punch!
It can be said that it is the embodiment of Nangong Aoqiong's lifelong skills and is his strongest blow.
The Nangong family also has its own intelligence sources. Nangong Aoqiong knows about some of the things Jiang Muyang has done and some of his achievements.
He knows that Jiang Muyang is very strong!
Although his cultivation level is only in the middle stage of Xiantian, his combat power is already close to that of Xiantian!
When fighting against such a strong person, you must not hold anything back. The best way is to use the ultimate move!
Use the fast to defeat the slow and seize the opportunity!
This is the only chance to win.
Nangong Aoqiong is a veteran of the world, so he naturally understands this truth.
Therefore, his most powerful killing move is his.
Control the thunder and come with a blast.
"Jiang Muyang! Give me Lie'er and Tian'er and pay with their lives!"
A thunderous punch struck Jiang Muyang in the face.
Facing this violent attack, Jiang Muyang was as steady as a rock.
His face was calm and his eyes were unwavering.
"I'm sorry, I won't pay for your son's life," Jiang Muyang said indifferently, "but I can send you down and reunite your father and son."
While speaking, the index and middle fingers of the right hand are brought together, and the thumb presses the ring finger and little finger to make a mudra.
As soon as he thought about it, his whole right hand flashed with a faint golden light.
A small golden lightsaber manifested from the tip of his finger.
It gathers on the fingertips and is condensed but not released.
Then, Jiang Muyang pointed out lightly and slowly.
It seems slow, but it's actually as fast as lightning.
In an instant, it clicked on Nangong Aoqiong's fist.
The thunder that was originally controlled by him completely broke away from his control at this moment and quickly escaped.
Nangong Aoqiong was horrified in his heart, and he quickly ran the Thunder Control Technique frantically, trying to condense the thunder again.
But it's too late.
Almost in the blink of an eye, all the thunder dissipated and dissipated in the air.
Jiang Muyang pointed his finger on Nangong Aoqiong's fist.
Although it is a finger, it is as sharp as a sword!
To use your finger as a sword is to use your finger as a sword.
In front of Xuan Jianzhi, what is Nangong Aoqiong's fist without the blessing of thunder?
"Bang!"
There was a muffled sound.
Flesh and blood flew everywhere.
The Xuanjian pointed at him with the force of breaking bamboo, crushing the dead and destroying the dead, directly crushing him upwards.
Nangong Aoqiong's fist exploded on the spot, and his entire palm turned into a ball of blood mist.
Blood spurted out from the severed palm.
Nangong Aoqiong's face quickly turned pig liver red, he staggered back holding his broken wrist, and let out a shrill scream.
"Brother!" Nangong Aozhong's eyes were about to burst, and his eye sockets instantly turned red.
"Second brother! Kill him! Kill him for me!!!"
Nangong Aoqiong's eyes were red, his whole face was distorted, and he was roaring crazily.
"kill!"
Nangong Aozhong held a long sword in his hand and roared angrily.
At the same time, he stamped his right foot on the ground hard, crushing the rocks under his feet, and his whole body rushed towards Jiang Muyang like a cannonball.
In addition, all the innately powerful men from the Nangong family also raised their weapons and charged forward.
Dozens of people from the Dark Blade remained silent, hunched over, holding short blades in their backhands, and surrounded Jiang Muyang from the left and right sides.
The Nangong family has all its elites!
There are more than a hundred Xiantian warriors, including many in the late Xiantian and even peak Xiantian levels.
This is the heritage and strength of the Nangong family that has been passed down for thousands of years.
at the same time.
Nangong Aoqiong quickly tapped his right arm a few times with his left hand to temporarily stop the bleeding. Then he gritted his teeth and attacked Jiang Muyang without fear of death.
He stepped quickly on the ground with his feet, running like a tiger.
Make a fist with your left hand and punch out.
The strong energy surged at the edge of the fist, forming the image of a fierce tiger. It opened its bloody mouth and roared at Jiang Muyang.
The fist punch broke through the air, causing a sound like a roaring tiger in the forest.
Aohu Fist.
One of the secret arts passed down from the Nangong family, the sixth-grade martial arts is famous for its fierceness and domineering, and it is also famous in the current martial arts world.
That day, Nangong Tianbian used the Aohu Fist to attack Jiang Muyang, but his boxing skills were far behind those of his father.
At best, Nangong Tian can only be regarded as a hollow figure. He looks quite bluffing, but in fact he is strong on the outside and weak on the inside, completely unable to exert the true power of the Aohu Fist.
But Nangong Aoqiong is different. He has been immersed in Aohu Fist for at least twenty or thirty years. He has already mastered this extremely domineering boxing technique and has already understood the true meaning of Aohu Fist.
At this moment, a punch is thrown out, and the body and soul are ready.
The true meaning of Aohu is vividly reflected.
The power of this punch is terrifying!
Even Dao Lingtian and others who were thousands of meters away could feel the violent punch.
Nangong Aoqiong's body was covered in blood, his face was ferocious, and he looked like a desperate Saburo. Using the Aohu Fist in this state actually increased the power of this punch.
"roar!!!"
The tiger roared and fists exploded.
Before the attack came, the fierce wind had already hit.
Jiang Muyang narrowed his eyes slightly.
Now Nangong Aoqiong can barely bring him the slightest threat, but that's all.
No matter how hard the ants try, they are still ants and cannot change their fate.
Jiang Muyang's body turned slightly sideways, Xuantian's creation power started to work, and the powerful true energy boiled in his body, instantly flowing through the eight meridians, limbs and bones, and finally gathered towards his right hand!
He flipped his wrist and pushed out with one palm.
"roar!"
The sound of the dragon's roar resounded throughout the world, and the wind roared in the palm, turning into the image of a divine dragon, lifelike, majestic, and endlessly majestic, which is amazing.
The divine dragon roared and charged out angrily.
The Crazy Dragon Palm is extremely domineering, like a real dragon coming to the world, like a roaring wind, its power is frightening and terrifying.
Wherever it passed, a ravine was created on the ground by the violent palm wind.
The Aohu Fist is fierce and domineering.
But in front of the Crazy Dragon Palm, it is just a small thing.
The two sides collide and compete, and the decision is made!
"Boom!"
An earth-shattering explosion suddenly resounded.
A violent energy storm swept across, and the ground suddenly became riddled with holes, and a deep pit was blasted out.
Countless rubble rolled around and shot towards the surroundings.
The Aohu Fist only lasted for an instant before it was completely defeated and its power dissipated.
After the Divine Dragon Palm Wind defeated Aohu Fist, its power remained unabated and continued to blast out, hitting Nangong Aoqiong's chest hard.
"Bang!"
Nangong Aoqiong's eyes widened, his body jerked, turning into cooked shrimp, and a cloud of blood mist exploded from his back.
Immediately afterwards, as if he was hit head-on by a speeding train, he flew backwards in a panic, blood spurting out wildly.
It directly smashed into a huge rock behind and was buried under rubble.
It's too late, it's too late.
Nangong Aoqiong was defeated in an instant.
Seeing the defeat of the family leader, Nangong Aozhong and others' expressions suddenly changed, but they still roared and roared, and charged towards Jiang Muyang fearlessly.
"Fuck you asshole!!!"
Nangong Aozhong was the fastest. He stamped his right foot on the ground and flew up. Holding a knife in his right hand, he used the tendency of forward and falling to chop down with one strike!
"Whoosh!"
The sharp knife cut through the air, causing a sharp whistling sound.
The snow-white blade glowed coldly under the reflection of the sun.
This blow!
The sword borrows the power of others, and the people assist the sword.
quick!
allow!
ruthless!
The offensive is not weak!
Nangong Aozhong's strength is not weaker than his elder brother at all.
Looking at the entire martial arts world, there are not many people who can easily take this powerful blow.
But it was a pity that he was facing Jiang Muyang.