Xu Yi's martial arts practice reached the peak of physical training. His skin was like cattle felt and his bones were like hard iron. Ordinary people could not pierce through them with swords, but Zhou Shirong's palm wind penetrated his bones like a steel needle.

He simply couldn't imagine whether his body would explode if this punch landed.

How could Xu Yi dare to take on such a terrifying punch? His body was like a spiritual snake, and as he burrowed into the horse's belly, he could hear the explosive sound that broke the air. 1

Xu Yi's heart was about to jump out of his chest. He never imagined that a human fist could really produce such power. He knew in his heart that Zhou Shirong was definitely not something he could handle. His previous attempt to kill Zhou Shirong's evil son,

It's really too childish.

But Xu Yi was shocked by Zhou Shirong's magical power, and Zhou Shirong was not shocked by Xu Yi's ability.

With Zhou Shirong's ability, he could see Xu Yi's realm. Looking at the entire Lingxiao Pavilion, no one under Zhou Shirong's physical training stage could avoid the punch he just made. However, Xu Yi easily dodged it. Why?

Shock him.

Xu Yi was not in the mood to pay attention to what Zhou Shirong was thinking. It was a matter of life and death at the moment. His mind was spinning rapidly, and with a flash of thought, he reached out and pinched the horse's belly. The white horse was in pain, and it immediately jumped up several feet while dragging him.

Xu Yi got on the horse, pulled the reins to the north, and kicked the horse's belly with both feet. The white horse galloped faster and faster, and immediately opened a distance of more than ten feet from Zhou Shirong, whose face was full of uncertainty.

The mountain breeze hunted, the sun gradually set, Xu Yi galloped and ran away desperately. Although he had no riding skills, he rested to the peak of physical training, knew the muscles and bones, discerned the blood, and borrowed strength to control the force, as if he was born with the method.

Even though it was my first time riding a horse, I felt as if I was swaying in the wind, like a lotus fluttering, and it seemed so graceful and free.

What's even more rare is the white horse at its hip, which is far superior to ordinary horses. Its four hooves are spread out, and every step it takes is twice as far as an ordinary horse.

Xu Yi was savoring the pleasure of riding a horse when the wind blew loudly behind him. When he looked back, his eyes almost didn't pop out.

But he saw Zhou Shirong flying into the air, stepping on the top of a giant tree on the roadside, catching stars and the moon, and shooting towards him. He was over ten feet away and within a few breaths, he was caught up.

Seeing that there were still several feet away, Zhou Shirong stepped forward with his feet and struck with his palms. A spiral energy emerged out of thin air. Xu Yi felt as if a tornado had arisen for a long time, sucking him into the sky.

Xu Yi had never seen such magical skills before. He was so frightened that he was driven to death. He pushed on the saddle with such powerful force that it crushed the saddle. The huge force caused the white horse to tilt its body and almost fall down.

With this huge force, Xu Yi tilted his body and once again took cover.

The shocking strength of the fist disappeared immediately, as if the white horse was like a majestic mountain. No matter how crazy the hurricane you are, you will never be able to get past it.

Hiding back in the horse's belly, Xu Yi was still in shock, but the skill Zhou Shirong had just displayed was beyond his knowledge.

As far as he knew, no matter how strong the punch was, it had to hit an object to be powerful. He had never heard of someone being able to kill someone just by relying on the force of the punch.

Zhou Shirong's attack just now was basically fired in the air, and the energy was generated by itself from a distance of three feet. And this energy was definitely not caused by the strong wind generated by the high-speed movement of the fist, but was clearly pure palm power.

Even Xu Yi, who was at the peak of physical training, would not dare to imagine the power of his palms.

From this, Xu Yi has completely determined that Zhou Shirong's martial arts realm is not limited to the body training stage, but has probably reached the Qi Sea realm - the realm where his dead ghost master Liao Chen is.

However, when Xu Yizheng was deeply shocked by Zhou Shirong's martial arts cultivation, Zhou Shirong tapped his feet on the ground and immediately caught up to more than ten feet. He jumped easily and stood on the horse's back.

The white horse is very powerful, carrying an extra person, but it does not slow down his speed at all. In the fierce rush, the hurricane roars, as fast as thunder, and the mountains, trees, and low houses on the left and right quickly retreat and disappear.

Zhou Shirong has both feet on the horse, his white clothes are as beautiful as the snow, and he is hunting in the strong wind. He is elegant and graceful. From a distance, he looks like an immortal banishing himself to the mortal world.

But who knew that the peerless and elegant Mr. Zhou was so anxious and filled with resentment in his heart at this moment.

"Get off your horse. You've seen my ability. There's no need to fight pointlessly. No matter what you've done to the Zhou family, you can escape from my master's hands time and again just because you are at the peak of physical training."

, I will allow you to commit suicide!"

Zhou Shirong's beautiful eyebrows were furrowed and he finally spoke.

I have never seen a stinky fart before, but I have never seen a stinky fart to this extent. Xu Yi was extremely angry, but he said warmly, "Young master is really kind, you see, I killed your uncle, slaughtered your cousin, and then...

Your thousand-room mansion was burned to the ground, and you even took two pieces of gold cake for free. You only gave me the gift of suicide. You are so kind. You are so kind as to be a slave. You must have been a domestic slave for your ancestors.

..”

When it comes to venomous tongue, Mr. Zhou is no match for Xu Yi, who has been scolded and scolded on forums for many years.

Not a single curse word came out of his mouth, but every word was bloody.

Zhou Shirong almost bit it into pieces, "Seeking death!"

After drinking, he put his feet lightly, jumped off the horse, and struck Xu Yi under the horse's belly with his palm.

Although Xu Yi was busy fighting for victory, his concentration was highly concentrated. The hair on his back suddenly exploded when the horse's back was lifted. He rubbed and shrank and hid on the left side of the horse. The white horse was tall and tall.

, he curled up and was completely covered by the body of the horse.

Zhou Shirong held a thunderbolt in his palm, which caused a deep crater in the ground, but did not hurt Xu Yi's hair at all.

"How dare you, thief! If I capture you, I will throw you into the cave of ten thousand ghosts, where you will be bitten by ten thousand ghosts and your soul will be destroyed!"

As he spoke, Zhou Shirong's temples were pounding, and his heart was filled with rage, each wave getting higher than the last.

To put it bluntly, even though he knew that Xu Yi was the culprit who killed the Zhou family, Zhou Shirong did not pay any attention to Xu Yi. He even refused to say a word to Xu Yi at first.

Just because in Zhou Shirong's view, no matter how vicious Xu Yi was, he was nothing more than an ant. He could just crush an ant to death, so there was no need to say anything.

But he didn't expect that this ant was so cunning, aware of his weakness from the beginning, and has become so arrogant now!

Indeed, Xu Yi was aware of Zhou Shirong's weakness from the beginning - the white horse he relied on as a barrier.

At that time, Zhou Shirong's punch came, which sent chills down Xu Yi's spine. He had to burrow into the horse's belly before avoiding it.

But afterwards, Zhou Shirong landed a punch, and the powerful punch caused a sonic boom on the horse's back. Xu Yi knew that if it weren't for the white horse, he would never end well.

The reason is very simple. Zhou Shirong only needs to change his moves in the air and hit the white horse directly with one punch. The moment the white horse is exploded, Xu Yi will definitely be hit.

However, Zhou Shirong would rather punch nothing than hurt the white horse.

At this point, Xu Yi didn't know how important this white horse was to Zhou Shirong.
Chapter completed!