However, the person who punched the fist changed his expression. His extremely fierce fist was hit, and it turned out to be a muddy bull. The person on the opposite side looked motionless, his eyes lowered, and he looked at Nangong Jun, which was disdainful or not.

Zhang Kaifeng sneered, the fierce fist force was dissolved by him, and the Holy Demon Yuanfei could dissolve any force from the outside to the inside. If you miss this opportunity, you would be thundered and slashed. The unparalleled fist fists with powerful fist force hit the shocked person's shoulders.

Everyone who was celebrating had a stiff smile, like a lifelike doll, staring at the figure falling rapidly, unable to come back to their senses for a long time.

Nangong Jun stepped down, and a crack behind the sole of the shoe extends to the edge of the big pit, and even a slight vibration occurs. The dark force is used cleverly. It seems that there is no wind or wave, and when the foot is stepped on, it is also punched hard.

"Peng!"

The figure that fell rapidly fell down fiercely, splashing thick smoke, like a thick splattering of smoke, heading straight into the sky.

A large pit about a meter wide came into view. The pit was covered with cracks. The body of the human inside the pit was half curved. The clothes that were untainted were covered with dry and wet sludge, and there was no style. The handsome face showed a look of shock and anger for the first time.

"Be careful, young master!"

Muran, a shocking sounded, and it was Nangong Jun's entourage who shouted. Nangong Jun looked up, the smoke dissipated, and his eyes appeared. One foot fell from the sky, like a god descending from the divine punishment, and his feet seemed to carry wind and thunder under his feet, with awesome momentum, and he stepped on Nangong Jun in the pit.

Only Zhang Kaifeng would do this in the martial arts world today. The people watching the battle were stunned, and they didn't even know that they swallowed unnaturally.

Even if Nangong Jun practiced his kung fu in his daily life, he was furious at this moment when facing the foot of his feet that was stepping on him. If he retreated, the prestige he established in Beiyuan would be gone, and even these noble children would be disappointed. He should not go secretly between offense and defense, so he had to respond to the enemy. Moreover, what made him angry was that he took the lead in using the martial arts realm, and wanted to kill the enemy in one fell swoop, but even if it didn't work, he could at least test what the martial arts realm of the white-haired young man was. With the match, he would not suffer any loss in the next battle. However, even though he had calculated everything, he had gained nothing and was beaten from heaven and lost all his face.

Nangong Jun stepped down, and a crack behind the sole of the shoe extends to the edge of the big pit, and even a slight vibration occurs. The dark force is used cleverly. It seems that there is no wind or wave, and when the foot is stepped on, it is also punched hard.

The soles of the feet that dived down were amazing, but those who punched the punch might as well give more punches. The tip of the needle hits the wheat, and they collided in an instant.

"Boom!"

A shocking sound broke out between the world, and the strong wind striking the four fields. The two people fighting each other collapsed in the area of ​​about a meter.

The people watching the game changed their faces and hurriedly retreated. The strong wind that came was extremely fierce. Everything they touched collapsed one after another. No one took away the carriage and horses and died suddenly.

Everyone was surprised and looked at the thick smoke that had not yet dissipated with nervous expressions.

Suddenly, with a loud shout, the thick smoke dissipated, and a figure flew backwards, and it was Zhang Kaifeng.

The pit had changed a lot and became shattered. Most of Nangong Jun's legs were even more deeply trapped in the soil. When he just shook off the white-haired young man, he had already disappeared, leaving only two deep marks. In the blink of an eye, he rushed to the edge of the pit. His eyes flashed sharply, and he was almost invisible.

Zhang Kaifeng, who had just landed on the ground, saw the faint figure rushing towards him, and the unparalleled fist hit the white-haired young man's chest. The moves and humans appeared almost in a few seconds, which was not a chance to give the white-haired young man a breath.

Seeing this, Zhang Kaifeng endured the breath and refused to vomit. The soles of his feet suddenly shook, raised his arms and palms to force the extremely fierce fist, and his whole body was pushed out in an instant, with an amazing speed of regression.

Killing the enemy with one punch is the effect Nangong Jun pursues. It is also his calculation that forced the white-haired young man to have no choice. He thought of the next move when he made a move. The deep cunning is worthy of being the future overlord of Beiyuan. He was pushed several feet away by the person in front of him but there was no sign of slowing down. Of course, Zhang Kaifeng knew the other party's plan, but he would not be so simple to follow the other party's rhythm. The demon essence in his body shook, and the holy demon essence fetus transferred to the fist force, and the huge force pushed from his body in an instant

After a sudden drop, he seized this moment, the soil behind his heel suddenly cracked into a ditch about a meter deep. He stepped on his left foot at the same time. In a short while, the fist passed through his chest. After the soles of his left foot that had stepped out like lightning, his whole body completely retracted, and the powerful force was transmitted from his waist, and he turned Nangong Jun to the back. At the same time, his arms were bent, and he only hit Nangong Jun's back with an elbow.

After a sudden change, the white-haired young man actually turned his punch and knocked it away at him. The sound of shocking explosion in the air made people feel tingling with eardrums. Nangong Jun's heart was shocked, but he did not shake his mind. In an instant, he stepped on the universe and retreated, and he also hit him with an elbow.

"Peng!"

Two incompatible forces collided together, alarming the world, and the remaining force was unmatched. A deep gully appeared with them as the center. They were all shocked by their own strength, and their figures were shot backwards.

The figure that was shot out inverted shocked and suddenly stopped retreating. Zhang Kaifeng took advantage of the momentum to breathe, and the turbid air was gone, and his energy and spirit rose in an instant. He saw him twisting his sword finger, and he raised his sword bit by bit, and the clanging sword sounded into his ears, and the sword intent instantly filled.

The hand holding the hilt of the sword slowly pulled out the long sword from the sheath. The sound of the friction between the sword and the scabbard was extremely clear at this moment. Although it was several feet apart, it could not stop the terrible sword sound. It seemed like an extremely sharp blade pierced into a person's heart. The heart could not bear it, his face became paler and his breathing showed signs of chaos. Moreover, in his heavy breathing, the eyes of these people watching the battle were red, and it was obvious that their situation was not good.

"Don't stare at that sword, you can't bear this kind of sword intent!" Nangong Jun suddenly shouted, and the sound of the shout was mixed with thick internal force, which clearly entered the ears of the spectators.

The shouting sounded in his ears. Everyone watching the battle in the distance woke up as if they were dreaming, and their expressions were shocked. What happened to them just now? They would have lost consciousness inexplicably. The true energy in their bodies ran around and almost became possessed. If Nangong Jun hadn't shook the sword intent with his internal strength, they would have died of the true energy retrograde to the meridians.

After being shocked, these people no longer dared to stare at the white-haired young man and draw their swords. They were always protecting their bodies with true energy, and then they dared to continue watching.

Whenever the sword-drawing hand pulled out an inch of the sword body, the sword energy became stronger and the sword intent became more and more fierce. Next to him, there were dense sword marks and full of murderous intent.

Finally, the sound of the sword was over, and the sword was drawn out. Zhang Kaifeng held the hilt of the sword in both hands, and the tip of the sword was facing upwards. The sword energy was full of. There was no longer a sense of coldness and heat here, some were cold, only bone-bone chill, which made people tremble.

Just drawing the sword, and not yet drawing the sword, has such a breathtaking power, which makes people feel scared. The people watching the battle retreat again and again, nearly a hundred meters away, and you can still hear the sound of the long sword rubbing out of the sheath, and even the dazzling sword, they still feel the cold when they are so far away.

Nangong Jun's handsome face had already put away his thoughts that he should not have and no longer showed his expression, but it was conceivable that it was solemn. The power of the white-haired young man's sword drawing was enough to prove that he was a powerful man in the Huanxu Realm, and he was also a person with good swordsmanship. Besides, he had not yet tried what the white-haired young man's martial arts realm was, making him more careful and dare not be careless. He opened his mouth and breathed, his abilities were improved, and his upright body exuded a forceful air. His sleeves were hovering, and a golden sword was pulled out by him. The golden light shone and his sharpness showed his sharpness. At first glance, he looked like an extraordinary weapon.

"You are the first person to let me draw my sword. My sword is called the God of Refusal. In conjunction with my God of Refusal Sword Technique, I will definitely kill you under the sword today." Nangong Jun said in a deep voice.

"God of God? You may be able to do it in front of God!" Zhang Kaifeng's tone was cold and his words were domineering: "But, God of me will never have the chance to live."

The domineering words are shocking. If you have not seen the aura of drawing the sword, no one would believe that he has this strength. The future overlord of the high heels of Beiyuan are either crazy or fools. Now the fact is ahead, this is a strong man that they have to admit. In an instant, the overwhelming murderous aura swept across the sky, and the cold and indifferent murderous intent makes people feel like falling into hell. This is a sword with no hope. If you draw the sword, you will see blood. The sword with unsheathed hair is extremely ruthless.
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