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Chapter 89 The winner lives, the loser dies!

Eight Lion King Fists!

This is a boxing technique created by an old monk from the Western Regions who became enlightened. It is also the secret boxing sutra of the Vajra Sect in the Western Regions. Once you practice it to great perfection, you will have the power of a god or a Buddha!

Then, Mu Shaobai punched out.

boom!!!

As soon as the sun reaches the sun, the extremely powerful blood energy rolls out, and the air waves are so strong that even the heavy floor tiles laid on the ground are blown away. Before they hit the ground, they are shaken into powder by the turbulent air waves and scattered in all directions.

There was no trick in this punch, it hit the fire dragon directly.

Although this fire dragon was condensed by magical power and had an extremely high temperature, it was shattered by this punch and turned into sparks all over the sky. It was annihilated in the raging blood and finally dissipated invisible.

Immediately afterwards, Mu Shaobai clenched his fist and took a step forward. He had already crossed a distance of more than ten feet and came to the disciple.

As the air flow exploded, a golden fist was handed to this person's eyes. The strong wind roared, and he punched out fiercely, sucking out the air within ten feet of the surrounding area, and smashed it directly at the Red Leaf Valley disciple.

Rumble!

This disciple felt it was difficult to breathe and his mind was robbed by it. The whole world in front of him seemed to be upside down and spinning. He felt so uncomfortable that he wanted to vomit blood.

This punch was a terrible mess!

He simply has the power to turn everything upside down!

At this moment, a small bronze cauldron appeared in front of the Red Leaf Valley disciple, just in time to block the punch.

clang--

The golden fist landed on the small bronze cauldron, and it made a sound like a bell, which did not stop for a long time, and the lingering sound surrounded the scene.

The small bronze cauldron has three legs and two ears. Its whole body is dark, and it has a calm and simple aura. Although it is small, it seems to be as heavy as a mountain.

After receiving this fierce and powerful punch, it was only a slight shake, and all the fierce power was released.

"Junior Brother Chen, please step aside first and let me meet with this fellow pastor."

A young man with a calm temperament stood in front of the disciple, reached out and grabbed the small bronze cauldron in his palm.

His appearance is not shocking, but he has a calm and calm demeanor.

"Senior Brother Zheng, my skills are inferior to others, and I have lost the face of our master."

The disciple, who had narrowly escaped death, was still in shock. When he saw the young man, he was immediately ashamed, but he also quickly stepped aside without any objection.

"Yes, this looks a bit like it."

Mu Shaobai closed his fist, looked at Senior Brother Zheng up and down, and seemed to see something: "I know you, your name is Zheng Can. It is said that you are the inner sect senior brother of Hongye Valley, except for your junior brother Zheng Ming

Besides, you are the strongest among the young generation in Hongye Valley!"

"It's all just flattery from you fellow apprentices."

Zheng Can's expression was calm, showing neither the slightest bit of pride nor the slightest bit of anger.

While the two were talking, a team of armored and tough demon-suppressing guards was already rushing towards them.

The group of people were covered in heavy armor, holding sharp blades, and their movements were uniform and awe-inspiring.

Although it was just a group of a few people, it displayed a terrifying momentum like thousands of troops!

The leader was a young captain in bright silver armor. He held the sword at his waist and his eyes were sharp. The blood-evil aura on his body was as strong as the substance, turning into a red mist and wrapping around him. The murderous intent on his body was terrifying.

be terrified.

At this time, although the captain was a little angry that these people dared to take action in the city, he didn't know what the purpose was, so he just raised his hand to ask his men to stop and watch from a distance.

"I heard that your junior brother Zheng Ming learned Taoism at the age of three and practiced Taoism at the age of six. He entered the Xiantian realm at the age of fifteen and began to build Tao foundations at the age of thirty-seven. He has the talent of a human being and is known as the most famous person in the history of your Red Leaf Valley.

The most talented person ever."

Mu Shaobai looked confused:

"As for you, before Zheng Ming came to Hongye Valley, you were the most outstanding disciple in the sect. If it weren't for Zheng Ming, you would have enjoyed many resources with your qualifications. Now maybe the foundation of the Dao has been completed. It is said that Zheng Ming and

You are from the same clan, don't you feel a little bit unwilling in your heart?"

"Junior brother Zheng Ming is extremely talented, and his aptitude and understanding are all superior to mine, so it is natural for him to enjoy many resources."

Zheng Can glanced at Mu Shaobai strangely and said calmly:

"My skills are not as good as others, and my moral conduct is not as good as his. This is my own fault. I should work harder. Why are I still unwilling to accept it?"

"I've heard that you people in the Western Regions are very martial. You believe in the law of the jungle. If you want something, you have to burn, kill and rob it. It's a gangster behavior. When you encounter an enemy that you can't deal with, you have to surrender and surrender.

A slave is a maid, and even if his biological parents die at the hands of the other party, he will not dare to resist. He will only eat his master when he becomes stronger."

"This style of conduct is extremely rude, rude, immoral, and shameless. It is absolutely ridiculous!"

"The strong win, the weak lose, the winner lives, the loser dies! The customs and rules of our Western Region have always been like this."

Mu Shaobai's face was dull, showing no emotion or anger: "Besides, natural selection, survival of the fittest, is the way of nature! In my opinion, you Chinese people are too pedantic!"

Zheng Can shook his head:

"Without further ado, the people from the Suppressing Demon Division have arrived. The senior Daoji who is guarding this place will definitely arrive soon. Let me test your quality!"

After saying that, he stretched out his hand and pointed at the small bronze cauldron.

Buzz——

The next moment, the small bronze cauldron buzzed, and a heavy aura like a mountain emitted. The entire cauldron rose into the sky, and expanded hundreds of times in size in just one breath. The inscriptions on its surface exuded a bright light.

of light.

The entire giant cauldron was like a small mountain, and it hit Mu Shaobai fiercely from high up.

Huhuhu——

The giant cauldron set off a wave of air, pulling out long white traces in the air, like falling meteorites, its momentum was violent and fierce!

If this blow hits the ground, even a low mountain will collapse! A huge sinkhole will be created in the earth!

"Okay! Okay! Okay!"

Faced with this simple and crude collision, Mu Shaobai said hello three times in succession, his eyes were full of fighting spirit, as if fierce golden flames were ignited, and the blood energy all over his body, like mist and tide, suddenly gathered towards the center, but his energy was still there.

Instead of falling, it rose instead, climbing to its peak state.

The skin on the body also glows with a faint golden light, like gold foil.

At the same time, his left hand instantly took off the dark gold long bow from his back and attached an iron arrow.

Creaking, creaking——

The black bow string as thick as his little finger had been pulled by him, and the entire dark gold long bow was almost pulled into a full moon. The unicorn dragon capitals on both sides seemed to come to life, their eyes flashed with fierce light, and they let out a shrill dragon roar. At the same time, a

A stream of masculine and pure blood was poured into the bow, and then quickly poured into the iron arrows from the long bow.

In an instant, the black iron arrow turned as red as blood, and a scarlet blood mist gradually filled the surrounding area. It was an unparalleled force, as if the energy that could penetrate all things in the world was spitting out from the arrow.


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