The night was torn apart.

Day is coming.

Lightning is coming.

The fist fell.

Everything happened in a very short period of time.

Those who can see all the pictures clearly are only a very small number of real strong people, such as Xiao De, and the big figures in the imperial city.

The demons around the square could only see a dazzling light and the extremely huge black bear light and shadow in the sky. They opened their mouths in shock and could not make any sound. They were awakened by the huge rumbling sound, and then retreated repeatedly by a wave of air.

The wind kept whistling, rolling up all the dust in the cracks of the bluestone, blocking all vision, and making the light slightly dimmed.

The lightning was so bright that it could not be concealed at all, and the two figures were so clear.

The young man wearing a hat finally left his left hand and raised it in front of him, blocking Xuanyuan's iron-like right fist.

His palms were clenched tightly, and they also turned into fists.

This time, the night can no longer swallow everything.

The lightning that fell from the sky fell on Xuanyuan Po's fist, and it fell on his fist in an extremely accurate manner.

Countless dazzling electric wires surrounded Xuanyuan Po's right arm and made crackling sounds.

Boom! Two unimaginable violent forces emerged from those two fists!

Countless cracks emerged on the hard bluestone ground!

What is even more shocking is that the cracks penetrated the ground for countless distances, and they were extremely dark and could not be seen clearly.

The young man's arms trembled slightly, and his clothes also vibrated. It was vaguely seen that the expression on his face became extremely solemn.

With the sneering sound, his hat was cut open several cracks by the sword-like wind, looking a little embarrassed.

Is Xuanyuan Po really going to win?

Just as the people were just starting to be excited, suddenly the lightning disappeared.

The young man wearing a hat seemed to have cast some kind of magic that did not belong to this world.

The lightning that could be seen at a glance contained the unimaginable power of heaven and earth, disappeared strangely in his palm.

There was a slight sound, like a ripe fruit falling on the ground, smashing a spoiled one.

This sound is very light and is hard to hear in the howling wind.

Several great demons from the high place in the imperial city heard it.

Xiaode, who was standing outside the Tianshou Pavilion, also heard it, and his face became extremely ugly.

That was the sound he had heard in Hanshan.

It was the sound of night gloriously covering the world again.

The night is heavy, and it is sometimes difficult for the earth to bear.

That was the sound of the hardest thing breaking.

That thing may be the sky stone in Hanshan, the cold rock in the lonely peak of Xueling, or a hard fist.

The strong wind suddenly subsided.

Xuanyuan's fist is separated from the fist of the young man wearing a hat.

Countless white hot mist emerged from Xuanyuan's broken clothes, and then quickly condensed into water droplets by the slightly cold wind, wetting the cracked bluestone ground.

It looks like the scene of the Huji bun shop in Matsumachi every morning.

A stream of blood spurted out from his lips, making the bluestone floor wet.

Xuanyuan Po shook for a moment, and a dense sound of rupture sounded in his body.

More than ten ripples of blood spurted out from his body like arrows, knocking out more than ten round holes in his clothes, looking like a waterfall walking upside down.

Looking at this scene, countless screams and screams rang around.

The big men above the imperial city remained silent and had different expressions.

The patriarch of the bear tribe turned around and looked at the elder, his face as cold as frost.

Outside the Tianshou Pavilion, Xiao De's face looked even more ugly than the patriarch of the Bear Clan.

They all knew that Xuanyuan was defeated and was defeated miserably. More than ten qi orifices were completely broken. If the treatment was not properly done afterwards, it was very likely that they would become useless people.

They had expected this ending in advance, but looking at Xuanyuan Po's fist falling with lightning, they thought there might be a miracle.

Xiao De was looking forward to a miracle, but he always thought that the young man wearing a hat would have worked very hard.

Because in his opinion, if it were him, he would have to pay a great price to take this punch.

Who would have thought that the young man wearing a hat would not retreat in a single step!

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The young man wearing a hat slowly withdrew his hands.

Then, he slowly took three steps.

During this process, he always stared at Xuanyuan Po's eyes, with an extremely solemn expression and was extremely alert.

Until he stepped back three steps away, Xuanyuan Po still did not take action again, and it was not confirmed that the other party had no ability to fight.

The slightly cold wind blew the broken hat, revealing more parts of his face.

You can vaguely see that his face is very handsome and has a strange charm, but it is paler than yesterday, without a trace of blood.

"I guessed that your right hand would be very powerful, but I didn't expect you to be so powerful."

He looked at Xuanyuan Po and said, "You were ranked on the Qingyun List without fighting in the National Education College. Now I think about it, the old man Tianji really has some vision."

Xuanyuan Po was covered in blood and stood there and said, "But I couldn't defeat you."

The young man wearing a hat was silent for a while and said, "Your talent is indeed very strong, and the martial arts Chen Changsheng chose for you are also very strong, and it is suitable. However, the so-called thunder is actually still born in the rain and clouds, but I am not a secular person. I was born on the clouds. How can your thunder hit me?"

When he said this, his voice trembled slightly and his face became paler.

It was obvious that he had paid a considerable price to take Xuanyuan Po's punch, which was far from as easy as Xiao De thought.

But the real reason why his voice trembled slightly and his face became paler was because he was telling lies - he was the most noble king in the world, with supreme pride and dignity. He felt very humiliating when facing such a lowly opponent.

Xuanyuan Po just used the most powerful move in Tianlei Instinct.

Even if he wants to take this move head-on, it will take a lot or even heavy price.

But next he has to complete the most important historical mission in the thousand years in Baidi City. He must look flawless and cannot be injured.

So he did not use his own realm cultivation to defeat Xuanyuan Po, but instead used other means.

At the beginning, his left hand was behind him, not underestimating the enemy or being calm and confident, but because he wanted to make sure that he could untie something from his belt at any time.

That thing is a stone seal.

Feeling the hard touch of the seal from his palm, he felt increasingly unhappy.

In order to conceal this unpleasant mood, he wanted to show more lightness.

His gaze fell on the iron sword on Xuanyuan's waist and said, "If you use this sword, you can hold on for a longer time."

Xuanyuan Po looked at his left fist, shook his head and said, "Even if I use a sword, I can't beat the thing in your hand."

When he said this, his expression was still so calm or dull.
Chapter completed!