Even Ning Que analyzed it later, he had to admit that it was not a sneak attack.
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. Arrows could be done, but the fist was not east.
The reason why that fist was visible was that 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 and the mountain path is also transparent.
That's why Ning Que can see that fist.
And that burly middle-aged man.
He had no time to think, and even less time to see 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, that...fist instantly became countless times bigger.
Because the speed of this punch was too fast, the wind in the narrow passage did not have time to swell, but was compressed and stuck to the smooth stone wall, so all the sounds disappeared, and there was a silence like death. It was not a sneak attack, but more than a sneak attack than a sneak attack.
It's scary, because this is an absolute killing relying on super strength!
Faced with a fist that could discharge the air, which seemed to be faster than the sound, Ning Que had only time to do one move, a injury that he had done countless times in Sad Tao 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 the chest and abdomen, and the trembling stimulation by the shadow of death before the skin could be stretched out before it could even be stretched out... The big black umbrella had been stretched open, blocking him like a piece in the night sky
In front of him.
The fist fell on the surface of the big black umbrella.
The big black umbrella has not been broken, this... There is no thing that can break it yet in the world. The thick and greasy black umbrella surface has been deeply sunk at that moment, and a very exaggerated deformation has appeared. This is the big black umbrella
The most serious deformation since the world, you can imagine what kind of power the fist carries.
At the second moment when the naked eye could not see clearly and even time lost its effect, the thick umbrella surface of the big black umbrella began to recover... and with the recovery, the incredible terrifying force spread to the umbrella.
The umbrella handle broke out from Ning Que's tiger's mouth... and brought out several extremely deep white tearing scars. The blood was still dazed in the cracks and had no time to seep out, because the third moment was also a moment beyond time.
Ning Que's eyes reflected the color of the big black umbrella, and then it suddenly became brighter... He began to tighten his abdomen, began to exhale and collapse his chest, and his feet began to tiptoe to get off the ground.
These extremely subtle movements were not enough to complete, and the handle of the big black umbrella had already poked heavily into his chest. Fortunately, in such a short moment, he had already started to do these preparatory movements, so he was not dead
.
The handle of the big black umbrella fell down, like a mountain hitting his chest directly.
Ning Que's feet left the ground... His chest and abdomen fell downwards, and then he flew up.
The mountain-like terrifying power gradually faded during the long journey of tragic flight.
He paid a very heavy price for this, and 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, and he kept trying to adjust his posture while flying backwards, while at the same time, his lower abdomen were still
The energy hidden deep in the body quickly spread out to his limbs... he tried to use the remains left by his uncle, but that fist would not give him time.
In fact, that fist never stopped. Even the big black umbrella could not block the fist for a short moment.
Ning Que was knocked away.
The fist also flew up.
Follow him coldly and powerfully like the King of the Underworld.
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 was very narrow, so when the fist broke through the fog and knocked Ning Que, he wanted to directly
When he continued to smash him to death, he had to pass by the three girls who had just reacted.
Of course, Mo Shanshan was the first to take action. How could she watch Ning Que be beaten to death? She felt the terrifying power mixed with the fist, and felt the middle-aged man's body as sharp as gold and stone.
Aura that was faintly stronger than his master. Under the pressure of many factors, this best girl talisman master in the world finally inspired Tao's unprecedented ability. In the moment when his eyelashes were not as trembling, he drew
The most powerful half-way divine talisman has emerged!
The distant talisman condenses in the passage, and the powerful airflow evaporates here.
However, the fist rushed over without any hesitation.
The air flows are broken, the talisman is gone and the sword is gone, and it returns to nirvana.
The second move was Ye Hongyu. 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 guest in the temple, she knew that the other party was so powerful that he was, and
She had no good feelings for Ning Que. If the shameless guy was directly hit by this punch into meat sauce, she would not shed a tear. However, she had to take action because she found that the fist was so perfect.
Only by being heartless and unrestrained 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 realized that even if the other party recognizes her, it would not be possible to give this and perfection any flaw.
The most absolute and decisive intention was already integrated into one punch, the attitude that the person who came out of the punch towards this world was shown.
She stood on the path that the fist must pass, so she had to use the most powerful invisible sword and slashed. She had no hope for this sword, because she knew that even if she was still in the realm of knowing her fate, she would be far away.
She was far from the opponent of the middle-aged man, and she even thought that even the judging throne was not as powerful as the other party.
Sure enough, the most powerful invisible Taoist sword in Daochi, in this fist, was like a toy wooden sword of a child, which suddenly collapsed and shattered, instantly transformed into a real invisible, leaving no traces between the passages.
The last move was Tang Xiaotang.
Because she thought she was a disciple of Mingzong and might be all the so-called righteous practitioners in the Central Plains, 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, but instead she showed a look of extreme excitement. It 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 of the snowfield, nor was she as powerful as she carried a blood-colored giant knife to slash Prince Longqing, but her arms were sealed with her cross.
Yu Sintao made the strongest defense he could make.
Without any surprise, Cross Cover's arms hit her delicate chest hard and instantly dispersed.
The fist intention of this fist always condenses on Ning Ma, but occasionally passing by three girls did not release its true power. However, it was like passing by like a flood passing by a small mountain village, destroying withering and ruining.
Ning Que dragged his head and closed the big black umbrella, allowing it to help it rebalance like a black tail. Looking at the fist that was getting closer and closer, his eyes were calm and focused, and his left hand had already grasped the hilt behind him.
The shadow of death is close to the waves of eyes, because the fist is close to him, he is very scared. His experience of struggling to survive in the past few years tells him that the more dangerous it is, the more calm he needs.
There were many times when it was this and calm that made him successfully stay away from death.
He hopes that this will be the case today.
It seemed as if Haotian or Mingjun heard his prayer, because of his calmness and calmness when facing death, the fragments of information imprinted in his spiritual world suddenly became vivid.
Ning Que couldn't understand those things, but he understood that fist.
He even thought of many and coping methods without reason. Those methods were so wonderful and incredible, but... 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?
Ning Que looked at the fist and finally felt a trace of despair in his eyes.
From the moment of breaking the sky to Ning Que's eye Tao, the burly middle-aged man punched him only.
I pondered for many days on the Hulan Sea, put aside the bonds of the world, and decided to have a complete separation from the past, and condensed the punch of all the spirits of the powerful man in the world.
Only one such fist is enough to beat the four young generations of the best men like dogs.
Such a fist is simply unstoppable, and there are not many people in the world who deserve to hit twice.
No one can stop this fist.
The Emperor of the Tang Dynasty cannot, nor can the head of the Xiling Temple.
However, when the fist was about to touch Ning Que, it stopped. Such a decisive and perfect punch, which seemed to Ye Hongyu, stopped at Ning Que's eyes.
This transformation between extreme movement and extreme stillness shows the incredible martial arts realm of a middle-aged man.
Yes, no one in the world can stop this fist except for the middle-aged man himself.
But why did the fist stop at this moment when it was thousands of miles from Tuyang City, crossing the lake through the land, carrying endless determination and even the determination to be an enemy of the world?
A scholar appeared next to Ning Que at some time.
The scholar had straight eyebrows and wide eyes and a nice expression. He was wearing an old robe, a pair of torn straw sandals, a wooden scoop tied around his waist, and a scroll of old books. His body was covered with dust, but he looked extremely clean.
The scholar could not tell how old he was, and did not reveal any powerful aura. He just stood quietly beside Ning Que, even because he seemed a little honest and dull.
However, as long as he stands here, no matter how powerful the fist is, no matter how perfect and resolute it is, the fist that cannot be stopped must be stopped, and he dare not move to Tao any longer.