Yin Shutong's expression remained unchanged. He flicked the folding fan, and the two-foot-wide folding fan suddenly turned into a wall. A wall higher than the nine-story altar, covering the entire Kunlun Temple.
The rolling fist gang rushed towards the folding fan. When the two came into contact, there was no earth-shattering impact. The turbulent gang energy was like a mud cow entering the sea, and was completely swallowed into the giant fan.
After swallowing Bering Hai's fierce punch, the folding fan swayed and slowly became smaller, returning to Yin Shutong's hand. Yin Shutong slowly closed the folding fan and looked at Bering Hai calmly.
"I forgot to tell you, I have one more punch here." Beringhai raised the fist of his left hand, surrounded by aura, like a dragon and tiger dormant, ready to move.
Yin Shutong's expression remained unchanged, and he raised his folding fan slightly: "You and I have no grudges at all, so why risk our lives for each other."
"Then go back." Beringhai put down his fist.
"Okay." Yin Shu walked off the altar at the same time, going back and forth from where he came.
Yin Shu walked together, and the Bering Sea wandered back to the ridge.
"It seems that the people in Kunlun are not that good. They were pissed after being punched by Lao Wu." A sleepy old man next to him said.
"Second uncle, I'm only a few years old. When I'm as old as my fifth uncle, he might be able to kill us all with one punch." An old man who looked a little younger said next to him, holding a piece of beef that had already been dried. The leg bones are gnawing.
"Don't try to make others more ambitious. If he dares to come again, I will punch him to death." The sleepy old man said.
Of course Yin Shutong will not be stupid enough to come out. If he comes out again, it will be a life and death battle, and there will be no room for mercy.
"These Kunlun gods are really stubborn. They insist on coming out one by one to die. They all rush out and fight together. It's so easy. At worst, they just lose and go home." A younger old man said with a smile. He was writing on the snow with a short knife, and from time to time he was chewing the meat of the dried beef leg bone in his hand.
"Xiaoshan is right. How about we rush in and kill them, or we might be driven back." A tall old man said, while he was twirling his beard one by one.
"What if I can't come back?" Bering Hai rolled his eyes.
"If you don't come back, you can marry a wife and have children over there." said the old man who was playing with his beard.
"You're going to marry me a wife?" a thin old man huddled in the cracks of the rocks yelled.
The tall old man who was playing with his beard shrank his neck and blew the beard flying around his mouth, not daring to talk back.
"Boss, I think it's good for the third child to be like this. Why do you want to marry a wife? You can't afford to support her. You can be so carefree by yourself." The sleepy old man said.
"That's right, I'm not the eldest son, why do I have to marry a wife?" Someone supported him, and the tall old man was so courageous that he pulled out a beard and blew it, and the beard flew away.
Seeing that the boss didn't scold him, the tall old man felt proud
He said: "If they all marry wives and have children, and are busy supporting their families, who will help you teach them to fight, don't you think so, Xiao Shan?"
"Yes, that's right." Old Man Xiaoshan nodded.
The thin old man huddled in the crack of the stone did not speak, and seemed to have fallen asleep again.
While a group of old men were talking, another person came out of Kunlun. This time, there were a group of seven people. All of them were extraordinary and calm. Some were holding fly whisks, some were holding rulers, some were gorgeous and noble, and some were simply dressed. There were people wearing heavy armor, all different.
"Who are these people?" Old Man Xiaoshan looked up at the people on the altar and asked curiously.
"Of course he is a god, or what else would you think?" said the sleepy old man.
"Isn't it fun to be an immortal? Can I give you a punch?" The tall old man stopped twirling his beard and looked at the people on the altar excitedly.
"You'll know after just one punch." The old man gnawed on the beef leg bone eagerly trying.
"It seems that they have spent a lot of money this time." Beringhai said.
The thin old man who was huddled in the crack of the stone opened his eyes: "All the Confucian, Taoist, Mohist and French soldiers came out. I don't know which family those two are from."
"Who else could it be? The one with the surname Ji or the one with the surname Xuanyuan." A younger middle-aged man sitting at the bottom said.
"The Confucian, Taoist, Mohist, and French soldier might also be named Ji or Xuanyuan." The sleepy old man said.
"It makes sense." The tall old man nodded with deep understanding.
On the nine-story altar, a man in heavy armor stood up. The altar did not move at all, but the surrounding air was rippled layer by layer. The void seemed to be broken, and heavy pressure spread everywhere. Watch the fun. He quickly retreated to avoid being harmed by Chi Yu.
"Who dares to fight?" the man in heavy armor shouted.
"I like this guy, let me do it." The tall old man stood up.
Before the tall old man could take a step, blood energy surged into the sky from the top of the mountain in the distance, and a blood-red sword light ripped through the air as if it were the beginning of the world, as if falling from the sky.
The man in heavy armor had a huge gob in his hand, and when he stabbed the gong, the black light shot up into the sky, facing the falling blood.
The most direct and fierce confrontation, the collision of swords, light and light was like the creation of the world. The space was shaking, as if it was about to be shattered. The ammunition remaining in the air was impacted by the overflowing Gang Qi, and was all torn apart.
After a failed move, the long sword in the hand of the heavily armored man bloomed again. A dazzling slender black light went straight into the sky, as if it was going to penetrate the sky and the earth. Then, the thin black light fell straight down, cutting towards the distant mountain top, connecting the sky and the earth. It seemed like they were cut in half.
The top of the mountain in the distance was as red as blood, and the sky seemed to be burning. A red figure soared into the sky, not afraid of a blow from Chang Ge. The cold saw swept across and shook the falling slender black light.
The moment the cold saw and black light came into contact, the entire mountain seemed to fall into
There was a pause, and then circles of ripples burst out from the contact point. Wherever the ripples touched, the rocks fell apart like paper and turned into powder.
"Kill." The bloody figure in mid-air shouted. His figure was like lightning, like a rainbow penetrating the sun. In the blink of an eye, he had already crossed several kilometers. The existence of the forbidden air realm could not stop his figure at all.
"You're good to go." The man in heavy armor said, leaping into the air, and with one move of his long arm, boundless pressure spread everywhere, killing the bloody figure that was charging straight towards him.
Fighting at close range, the two figures were criss-crossing the air, as fast as lightning, the sharp sound of gold and iron clashing continuously, and ripples bursting out in circles. Wherever they passed, the mountain peaks and boulders were like tofu.
"These two guys are so powerful." said the middle-aged man sitting at the bottom.
"Don't let other people's ambitions destroy your own." The tall old man scolded.
"Fortunately you didn't go." said the thin old man huddled in the cracks of the rocks.
"Boss, what you said is wrong. Watch me beat them to ashes with one punch." The tall old man said angrily.
"The two of them are fighting well. Why are you interfering? Can we, the Bai family, do such a disgraceful thing?" Beringhai said dissatisfied.
"It makes sense. We really can't embarrass our Bai family." The tall old man nodded.
In a few words, the fierce battle between the two masters came to an end. The bloody figure was shot down and poured into the mountain wall. Although he jumped out immediately and showed no signs of injury, the winner was clearly decided.
"No, this kid actually lost." The old man who was chewing the beef leg bones threw away the bones.
"The military strategist is in charge of attacking, so it's not surprising that he defeated that boy from the Guan family." Beringhai said.
"Although that boy from the Guan family has followed a deviant path, gathering the power of faith for his own use, and reaching the peak of the virtual realm in just twenty years, his strength is not ordinary, and he doesn't have much water. A military man can win, and he is indeed very powerful. Human." The old man picked up the cow leg bone again and said vaguely while chewing on it.
"What should we do? We can't beat him." The tall old man pulled off several beards in succession.
"No matter how strong he is, he can only be a little stronger than the Guan family boy. There are so many of us, how dare he still dare to fight." The sleepy old man said.
"Second brother, you are still smart." The tall old man said. Before he finished speaking, he jumped and was already a hundred meters in the air.
"Third uncle, they look like they don't want to differentiate between life and death. It seems that after such a long time, they may have given up on their old grudges." said the thin old man huddled in the crack of the stone.
Next to him, an old man huddled in his sheepskin coat and remained silent said, "Just watch."
"Bai San is here, who dares to fight me?" The tall old man stood in the void, with his beard and halberd spread out, roaring like a wild lion, and the rolling sound waves poured towards the altar like muffled thunder, causing ripples. 2k reading network
