Lu Mingjun took Elder Guo's punch forcefully, and Elder Guo was an expert at playing with four or two thousand pounds in one hand.
Pushing out with a palm, the cold air in the Dantian covers the palm of the hand during the breath. In the fist, the water droplets in the air seem to be affected by absolute zero and condense into layers of ice.
As Lu Mingjun turned and moved step by step, the ice particles sliced across his cheeks like knives.
Lu Mingjun's eyes narrowed. It was not unreasonable for the old bastard to live so long. When he and Elder Jin were dueling just now, Elder Guo stood aside and watched for a long time.
Just now, Elder Guo stared at him with his eyes, observing Lu Mingjun's moves and various changes in his footsteps. He memorized them in his mind and simulated them dozens or hundreds of times in his mind.
When warriors fight, most of them fight against an information gap, and the way they attack is always the same. It is easy to analyze the means of breaking it, and compared to Elder Guo, Lu Mingjun is too young.
The older you are by one year, the more experience you gain in dueling. The older you are, the better you are!
Elder Guo lifted up his energy and raised his arms, opening and closing his hands widely, as if drawing a Bagua dragon, covering his body with his clothes.
Lu Mingjun's momentum went up a notch, and he stomped on the ground. A one-meter-wide hole instantly appeared. He stepped in the air, swung his fist, and slammed Elder Guo on the head.
Elder Guo was extremely focused. He frowned slightly, moved his fingers lightly, moved his arms up and down, and made a very strange posture. Then in the blink of an eye, he pressed down slightly, bent his knees, and used force, like a giant rising from the ground with a palm.
Swing out and hit Lu Mingjun.
"boom!"
A huge wave of air swept across, and the cold air from the sudden strong wind was overwhelming. Chen Liming and Zhou Qi were almost thrown away by the wave, and they staggered back a few steps before they regained their balance.
The terrifying pressure of the battle between gods of war is so overwhelming that one can hardly breathe.
Dong Yi looked pale. Elder Guo was not comparable to ordinary people in terms of strength or status among the elders of the Tianxiahui. He was just short of stepping into that mysterious realm. As long as he stepped into it, he would naturally be promoted to the supreme elder.
a row.
That is the real core high-level leadership of the Tianxiahui. The figures in the Taishang Presbyterian Council are a group of people who have the power to decide and have absolute leadership over the Tianxiahui.
There is a saying in Tianxiahui that if the Supreme Being is impermanent, the color of heaven and earth will change. This is not a lie. Just pick one of these people at random and it can really change the color of heaven and earth!
"How can he be so strong? Why is he so strong?" Dong Yi's teeth almost bled from biting down. Jealousy can make a person look completely different.
Rather than Lu Mingjun joining the Tiandihui, Dong Yi actually hoped that Lu Mingjun could not withstand the elder's strength and die here.
Lu Mingjun held hands and turned around. His expression changed, and he took two steps forward to stand in front of Chen Liming and Chen Liming.
"You two, step back, ten steps back."
Chen Liming frowned when he heard this and wanted to step forward to help, but Zhou Qi pulled his cuffs.
Chen Liming paused and looked back, only to see Zhou Qi shaking his head: "If you go up now, it will only be a disservice. Your master's opponent is the pinnacle of the Martial Gods!"
The peak of the Martial God is rare to see in the world. Even though I have searched the entire martial arts league, I can't find a few masters of this level who can crush a mountain with one punch and have the power to lift a cauldron with one finger.