"Wei Mou teaches me." On the altar, a middle-aged man dressed neatly and meticulously stepped steadily onto the air. He had a resolute and solemn face with Chinese characters, and a long beard flying in the wind. He stretched out his hand and held a three-foot copper

The trump card is now in hand.

"Take the move." Bai San yelled and punched out. Suddenly the wind roared loudly, the wind blew violently, and the thunderbolt was startled away.

"It's a small skill." The man surnamed Wei was not in a hurry, with his mace and body together, he stepped straight into the violent waves of the fist, like a fish swimming upstream, not afraid of the thunder and raging waves in front of him.

"Well done." Bai San took steps at the same time and rushed straight towards the man surnamed Wei.

In the blink of an eye, the two were close, and Bai San punched out again, but this punch was motionless and left no trace. The fists and maces were connected. The copper mace had no edge and the tip of the mace was square. It looked very ordinary. Bai San

A punch hit the mace, but neither the fist nor the mace was damaged at all. Several punches burst out, and the moment the mace made contact, a heart-shaking buzzing sound shook the world.

The buzzing sound was actually not one, but five consecutive sounds, like waves crashing on the shore, one wave higher than the other. However, the gap between the bursts of five-fold fist power was too short, so short that the changes could not be heard at all below the virtual realm.

Heavy ripples erupted in the void. The man surnamed Wei moved forward with the copper mace in his hand, breaking five punches in a row. Before the remaining two punches could burst out, lest the opponent would take advantage of the old moves and lose the opportunity to change, Bai San's iron fist came out again, with a straight left fist.

Face to face with the man named Wei, the man surnamed Wei used his mace to attack Bai San's chest and abdomen with a flick of his mace.

The fists and maces collided, buzzing continuously. The two of them received the same force, and each of them was shaken back. Bai San's right fist turned into a palm and slapped away the tip of the mace that hit his chest.

"Is this guy from the Legalist family?" asked the old man Xiaoshan.

"He looks like everyone in the world owes him one million. Who else could he be if he wasn't from the Legalist family?" said the sleepy old man.

"Second uncle, one million is too little. I can't even buy a house." The old man Xiaoshan rolled his eyes and said.

"Then ten million." The sleepy old man shouted, a little ashamed of his one million. There was nothing he could do. He was old and didn't have a very clear concept of numbers.

"Second uncle, third uncle won't be able to beat the guy named Wei, right?" said the old man who was chewing on the beef leg bone.

"What's weird about that? I'm a Kunlun god after all, so how come I don't have some unique tricks to beat the odds?" the sleepy-eyed old man said indifferently.

"Uncle San also has a trick to beat the enemy." The old man Xiaoshan whispered secretly, as if he was afraid of being heard by Bai San in the sky.

"What's the secret trick for squeezing the bottom of the box?" the old man chewing on the beef leg bone asked curiously.

"Butt back, goose-falling-on-the-sand" pose, the old man said quietly.

Several middle-aged juniors couldn't help but roll their eyes when they heard such an answer. It's already this time, and it's really disturbing for these elders to be so out of tune.

The air was bursting with energy, the wind was howling, the thunder and roaring waves were constant, and the frightening air waves were getting higher and higher, but a group of old men below were chatting and not taking it seriously at all.

"What should I do? The third child seems to be really going backwards." said the sleepy old man.

The confrontation between the two people in the sky has become intense. Every time you step on the air, the air explodes like a bomb. Every time you punch or wield your mace, a turbulent wave bursts out. The two figures are criss-crossed, as fast as lightning, and there are muffled thunders from time to time.

The sound rang out, and the entire sky turned into messy cotton wool.

Bai San was already at a disadvantage and was struggling to parry. Just when everyone thought the victory was decided, Bai San screamed. With the powerful and high-pitched sound, Bai San's body grew bigger and he punched away the copper mace.

, raised both palms to the sky, the vitality of heaven and earth swept over and poured into his palms, and the wind and clouds of dozens of miles around were absorbed into his palms. The old and shrunken flesh and blood quickly became full, and instantly turned into a strong man with a strong back and a bearded waist.

"Take my punch." Bai San, who transformed into a strong man, spit out thunder, punched out, the void exploded, and a shock wave like the beginning of the world poured directly into the man surnamed Wei.

Behind him is the altar. If the man named Wei dodges the fist, he will destroy the altar. Of course, others will protect the altar, but if so, he will lose. He has no choice but to be tough.

Holding his mace to the sky, the man surnamed Wei muttered: "Heaven and earth rectify the Dharma, and the Dharma rectifies the heaven and earth." Suddenly there was a bright light between the sky and the earth, and the copper mace quickly grew in length like a wishful golden cudgel, and the golden copper mace was inserted straight into the center of the fist.

The Gang Qi surges, roars like a trumpet, and the rocks are shattered wherever the strong wind touches it. The victory or defeat is determined by one move.

Bai San was defeated, and all his clothes were washed away by the golden light of the mace. Although he was not injured at all, he was still defeated.

After breaking through the fist, the light of the bronze mace was already at its end, and Bai San's steel and iron bones could not be affected. Originally, Bai San relied on his whole body to practice Kung Fu. Naturally, he was unwilling to lose like this. He could only blame the poor quality of his clothes and was angry.

He fell to the ground and inserted his feet straight into the rocks to prevent others from seeing his embarrassing condition.

"Fortunately, it's not that the butt is backward." The sleepy old man said. He didn't care about the outcome. He may be more concerned about the reputation of the Bai family. He must not be backward.

Both battles were lost. However, the people of Kunlun did not dare to be careless at all, but a group of old men did not care at all, because they all understood that winning or losing could not determine the outcome of this battle. Only overwhelming power can determine the overall situation. Although face is important,

But in the final analysis, the goal is to reach the passage between the two realms.

"Boss, it's not easy to continue fighting like this." Beringhai said with a sad face.

"What can we do?" said the old man who was huddled in the crack of the stone.

"Papaya, you go home and bring some food. It's best to pack some firewood and have a barbecue." The sleepy old man said.

"Second grandfather, we've been beaten like this, so don't do this anymore." A middle-aged man who looked very honest said.

"Go if I ask you to, so much nonsense." The sleepy old man scolded.

Papaya, a straightforward middle-aged man, went home reluctantly.

After the two battles, everyone probably felt that things were very difficult. If the fight continued like this, it would definitely be endless. No one had overwhelming power. If the fight continued, it would only be a waste of money. No one could gain anything, and none of the three parties took action again.

the meaning of.

The military government and the Bai family will never retreat. If the people of Kunlun are allowed to enter China on a large scale, it may cause a devastating disaster, and the long-term layout of both parties will be destroyed. It is hard to say whether the people of Kunlun will retreat. For more than two thousand years,

The humiliation of being subdued, the hardship of more than two thousand years of suffering, and the numerous descendants of various families who were isolated in China were slaughtered by the Emperor of Qin. How could such hatred be easily let go.

It’s not that there are no experts in Kunlun. There are definitely more experts in Kunlun than in China. However, after experiencing the indiscriminate bombings of the military government, I understand that ordinary experts cannot withstand the bombings. In such a situation, having more people cannot gain an advantage. Naturally, the people in Kunlun will not

Do those useless things.

Just when the situation was at a stalemate, countless black spots in the sky approached, and then there was a loud sound of breaking through the air, and countless rockets whizzed down like rain, becoming snails crawling in the forbidden air field.

About ten minutes had passed, and the saturation attack ordered by the artillery battalion finally arrived. The sky was full of rockets whistling and falling, which was frightening. If it were not for the existence of the restricted air domain, the entire mountain would have been destroyed.

Was blown to pieces.

The right amount of artillery fire coverage is undoubtedly a powerful statement for the situation at this time: As long as I want, I can turn this land over and kill every crawler on it.

When the Kunlun Valley became quiet, the situation in Shelu Mountain, thousands of miles away, suddenly changed. A dozen days ago, the Jiangwu Hall gathered all the masters in Shelu Mountain, and with the cooperation of the military, they continued to push the defense line forward, almost

It was a forced advance regardless of life and death. Within a few days, with the cooperation of Sun Ying and other masters, it was pushed directly to the border line.

Two days ago, the war had just come to an end, and the martial arts hall suddenly summoned all the masters again and headed northwest together without knowing the purpose.

Just when the major forces were confused, many Danjin masters from the Jiangwu Hall had left Shelu Mountain and headed northwest under the leadership of General Manager Dou Yonghua. The spies following the major forces followed them hundreds of miles away, but they

I don’t understand at all what the martial arts hall is going to do.

The Demon Lord never plays his cards according to the routine. Who knows how he will play his cards? Could it be that he deliberately lures the snake out of the hole and then secretly infiltrates Chen Cang?

Suddenly gave up the results of the front line and left. Could it be that Jiangwutang wanted to start a war with domestic enemies? When many forces were confused, the most nervous one was the Mountain Guest Alliance. Chen Sanzang sat on the Taishi chair with a solemn expression, and his men kept moving.
Chapter completed!