The holy power is everywhere, the supreme trend is sweeping, the wind and clouds of the heaven and earth change color, the sky is covered with dark clouds, and thunder is rushing, but the storm has not yet fallen.
The holy-level domains that permeated the saint-level powerhouses themselves shrouded the terrain of this short peak, making it a forbidden area. However, this holy power did not swept across the entire Duanfeng Mountain, but only shrouded the short peak mountain in the south.
Otherwise, there would be even greater holy realm among these great holy powerhouses. The holy pressure swept across the entire Duanfeng Mountain without control. Among the ancient martial arts warriors gathered on Duanfeng Mountain, no one could resist except those who had reached the holy realm's realm and other big figures.
Even so, all the ordinary ancient martial artists on Duanfeng Mountain were silent and did not dare to move. Even though the holy power did not suppress them, they also felt something, knowing that something terrifying must have happened on the south side.
No one among them dared to check it out, but he felt that the terrain of the short peak was like a flood and beast. Once it approached, it was a complete attempt to die.
Xuanyuan Wulie looked south, and his eyes flashed with a complex look. As the head of the Xuanyuan family, he certainly knew that there was an ambush attack.
But why is this battle not over yet?
The four great saint-level powerhouses and the existence of the two great saint realms cannot do anything to an old man who has fallen martial arts realm?
Gradually, Xuanyuan Wulie's face became a little solemn.
Bai Xiannian's face was originally a little worried, but as the battle on the short peak on the south began, feeling the supreme fist intention of implementing the heaven and earth, the worry on his face gradually disappeared, and he couldn't help but say silently in his heart, "The old man is old but the fist is not old, Ye Wusheng is still the Ye Wusheng who was so heroic that he was bowing his head!"
The same was true for Gu Xiangtian, Dan Tai Qingfeng and others, and even had a look of amazement on their faces. They never thought that Ye Wusheng, who had been rumored to have fallen martial arts realm, was still a young man when he returned!
Who dares to underestimate such a Ye Wusheng?
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The south side is short peak.
Old Man Ye stood up shakingly, bleeding from the corner of his mouth, and he was already injured.
But he didn't care at all, so he took out a small wine pot and poured a sip of wine with his mouthful of blood. He didn't seem to have taken the four saint-level powerhouses in front of him seriously.
Such a heroic spirit, such a light-hearted and free and easy way to lift heavy weights, and the most romantic and freehand paintings can be seen from this how arrogant and arrogant Old Man Ye was when he was young.
Wu Zu's skinny face moved slightly. He was taciturn and couldn't help but exclaim, saying, "Ye Wusheng's strength lies in the body of the Great Vajra, and even the unmatched boxing intention! He had never witnessed Ye Wusheng's style decades ago. When he saw it tonight, he really lived up to his reputation."
Wu Zu's words came from the heart. Although he was surrounding and killing Ye Wusheng, it did not affect his respect for Ye Wusheng.
Such an opponent and such a Ye Wusheng deserve his respect.
Wu Zu's words revealed the truth. Although Old Man Ye's martial arts realm has fallen, he can still use his fist intention that is the best in the ancient martial arts realm to make up for it, and he has the protection of the Great Vajra realm.
Therefore, it would be a big mistake for anyone to think that Old Man Ye can bully and kill at will when he falls into the martial arts realm!
The old man with black scarf had a deep eyes. He was hit by Old Man Ye's boxing posture that suppressed Zhu Xiong. Even if he had the holy power of the Great Saint Realm to protect his body, he would definitely be injured under Old Man Ye's unparalleled boxing intention.
"Old man Xuanyuan, you're so old. Do you want to sit down and rest for a while?" Old man Ye squinted his eyes and continued, "It's really a good man who has no life, but a bad man lives for thousands of years! This is so unfair to God. An old man with bad balls like you won't take it away earlier. Then maybe, just use my fist to take your life away."
The old man with black scarf looked unmoved, but the killing intent in his eyes seemed to be getting more and more sharp. He said coldly: "What are you waiting for? Ye Wu is already injured, he is at the end of his strength, not far from death! Everyone works together to send him to hell!"
"Hahaha--" Old Man Ye laughed loudly, then he paused suddenly, with a sharp momentum of a sword immediately. He said, "My life is here. Whoever has the ability will come and take it!"
As he spoke, the old man Ye's old body, which had already dimly, rose again, dazzlingly, like a Buddha with a golden body of six feet.
In the surging night, this old man stood up and faced the Four Saints alone, but his face remained unchanged and his anger rushed to the bullfighting!
"Those who are about to die dare to entrust them to death! Kill them!"
The old man from the black scarf spoke coldly, and the pressure of his own Great Saint Realm suddenly swept out, which was like a cover of the sky and the sun, vast and boundless, like a bottomless abyss, accompanied by a strong murderous intent that was so strong that it was.
The Black Turban Old Man evolved into an extremely powerful boxing posture, which fully demonstrated the ultimate boxing of the Xuanyuan Family.
In an instant, fist shadows appeared in the sky, and the power of the Great Saint contained in it surged like a dark river. The urged fist was suppressed towards Old Man Ye with a powerful aura.
Wu Zu moved his body, and his right hand turned into a fist, his left hand turned into a palm, and the momentum of his fist and palm reflected into a bright light. The murderous intent and power displayed in an instant rose to a full staircase. In conjunction with the supreme fist power of the old man in the Black Turban, he attacked Old Man Ye.
The old monster and the old Saint Lord Wuya also moved one after another. With the two powerful men of the Black Scarf and Wu Zu, the Great Saint Realm, head-on, they also used all their strength, flashed and launched a sneak attack.
"I have nothing but a pair of fists that have never been old! Fight!"
Old man Ye shouted loudly, he evolved into boxing, and his two fists came out, turning into two dazzling fist flowing lights, which cut through the sky.
When the magnificent and majestic boxing in his boxing was revealed, it actually caused a resonance between the world and the earth, making a loud and shaking sound. In the dark, a supreme force of heaven and earth blessed himself, making his fist faster, his fist more fiercely, and his fist more powerful!
Old Man Ye basically ignored the attacks from the old monsters and the old Saint Lord Wuya. The boxing force he used was to shock or resolve their attacks as much as possible. Then the boxing force that resonated with the heaven and earth faced the Wu Zu's fist palm attack, but the boxing force with stronger power was mainly attacking the Black Turban Old Man.
With this punch, Old Man Ye still did not retreat and continued to exchange injuries with the old man in Black Turban.
This time, the old man from Black Turban learned to be smart and had already prepared. Therefore, the boxing force he evolved to resist the punch towards Old Man Ye, and even used his strength to punch again, and the horizontal attack was attacking Old Man Ye's punch.
Rumble!
The impact of the terrifying holy power roared like thunder rolling, landing on the low peak.
Whoosh!
Old man Ye was forced to retreat again and was injured again under the joint forces of the four great saints.
But this stubborn old man stood up again and again, but rushed up again and again. His lonely figure was full of heroism. His fist light shone on the sky. His fist intention enveloped the world. His fighting spirit was like a pillar of heaven, and he would never stand tall.
He had never groaned, nor did he take a step back, the golden light of the body of the Great Vajra realm dimmed again and again, but it was once again and again. He vowed to let his fist and his fist in the void imprinted in this void!
I am already convinced, but my fists - no! convinced! old!
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For some reason, when I wrote the following paragraphs, maybe I could feel the lonely situation and unyielding fighting spirit of this stubborn old man, and my eyes became a little wet.
Maybe one day, the ancient martial arts world will forget this old man, but no one will forget his boxing posture that can shake the world.