Snowflakes were flying and falling, and the cold wind was blowing on his face. A few flakes stuck to He An's face, itching, and then became cold again.
Through the snow curtain, a blurry figure appeared at the end of the long street in the distance. He An blinked and saw that the man was already standing a few feet away from him. This speed was simply incredible.
The person who came was wearing a fiery red gown, black hair shawl, and a pale, paper-like face with two straight beards. His body seemed to emit a faint halo, like an invisible barrier, and not a single snowflake flying in the sky fell on him. .
He stood in the snow, like a blood lotus blooming in the silent night, looking charming and strange.
"Hey...is he a human or a ghost?"
Han Chanjuan frowned and whispered in He An's ear.
He An motioned her not to speak and stared at the man in red with a wary expression. The other person's domineering aura made him feel extremely palpitated.
"Young man from Zhixingyuan...you have good kung fu, but you want to run away after even injuring several of my disciples? You simply don't take Longmen Academy seriously!"
The man in red spoke and looked at He An with a pair of empty eyes, as if looking at a dead person.
"We only know that they are members of the Cui family, not about Longmen Academy. Besides, they were the ones who made the first move... to kill us. Can't we fight back and let them slaughter us? You are such a person, what you say makes no sense!"
Han Chanjuan poked her head out from behind He An, and after speaking in a flurry, she stared at the man in red with wide eyes, but her pretty face looked cute and cute, without any intimidation.
"Hehehe... Where did this wild girl come from? She lacks discipline and doesn't know how to deal with the elders. Then I will discipline her for your master!"
The man in red couldn't help but laugh, and slowly took two steps forward. As his figure moved, the nearby snowflakes scattered in all directions, seeming to make way for him.
"You are not very old, but you speak in an old-fashioned way... Your skin is so white and you dress so ostentatiously. Who are you? Why do you want to..."
Han Chanjuan was talking reluctantly when the man in red interrupted her with a cold snort and glanced over, as if a flash of lightning lit up in his eyes.
Like a sledgehammer hitting her head hard, Han Chanjuan whispered softly, frowned and leaned on He An's shoulder...
"I am the leader of the Martial Arts Hall of Longmen Academy, Xin Wuming! Take three palms from me. After the three palms, I will let bygones be bygones! Whether you live or die, it all depends on your fate!"
As soon as he finished speaking, a palm slowly clapped out.
This palm seemed to be extremely slow, but in an instant, it was in front of He An, and the wind and snow in the sky stopped...
He An turned around, held Han Chanjuan in one hand, punched the palm as clean as jade, and punched it hard...
He An used ten successes in this punch. He was secretly afraid of the opponent's unfathomable cultivation. As early as when Han Chanjuan was talking to him, he had already mobilized all the energy in his body. At this time, he punched out, and the wind and thunder stirred. The momentum was terrifying.
The wind of the fist passed by, and the overbearing and fierce Qi spurted out, sweeping the snow on the ground like a stormy wave. The snow spread, snow mist splashed everywhere, and fists and palms clashed...
"Snapped"--
The domineering Qi was surging like the tide, but Xin Wuming's palm was like a rock standing on the tide, as motionless as a mountain.
He An hugged Han Chanjuan and took three steps back.
Every step left a deep footprint in the snow.
Venus was flying in front of his eyes, and blood was surging in his chest and abdomen. He An couldn't help but change his face. The person in front of him was definitely the most powerful opponent he had ever encountered so far.
"Don't fight him head-on... He is very powerful... If the opportunity arises, we will run away..."
Han Chanjuan, with slightly messy hair on her temples, leaned against He An and whispered in his ear. Xin Wuming's consciousness attack just now made her sea of consciousness sting so much that she finally recovered.
"The disciples of Zhixingyuan really have some skills!"
Xin Wuming withdrew his palm and looked at it carefully, with a look of surprise on his face.
He looked at He An with a bright light in his eyes, stepped forward, and shouted coldly: "Second palm!"
The red sleeves stretched out, and the palm that was as clean as jade, as if it did not touch the dust of the world, quietly reached out, and the flying snow in the air suddenly stopped.
A bone-chilling chill filled the air, and the outlines of the motionless snowflakes in the sky suddenly became clear. The corners of the snowflakes became more and more crystal clear, turning into countless ice crystals at a speed visible to the naked eye. The scene was spectacular...
A layer of white frost condensed on He An's eyebrows, and the energy in his body was suffocated, and the blood flow seemed to slow down.
A red figure flashed before his eyes, and the white palm was condescending, pressing down with one palm...
He An secretly gritted his teeth, the true energy in his dantian circulated rapidly, and he used all his strength to receive this palm forcefully...
Like Mount Tai pressing down on the top, the clean jade palm exuded a hazy light, pressing on He An's fist with supreme power.
He An's true energy spurted out, like a mud cow entering the sea, as if it hit a ball of cotton, without any force.
Xin Wuming's five fingers trembled slightly, and the jade palm exuding a hazy light was like a white lotus in the dark night, with its petals gently blooming...
The unstoppable palm, as if it was heavier than a thousand pounds, fell slowly...
Xin Wuming, who had no expression at all, stared at He An, like a death stare from hell. Sparks suddenly flashed in his deep and dark eyes.
Suddenly, several fireballs suddenly appeared out of thin air, and the hot light instantly illuminated Xin Wuming's face, which was as pale as paper.
He An punched out again, an unyielding fist, and struck back hard again.
"boom"--
The bluestone beneath his feet shattered, and the snow splashed everywhere. He An was thrown away, and the ice crystals still suspended in the air fell one after another, hitting the ground with a "pop" sound, and dense snowflakes floated down one after another...
"He An..."
Han Chanjuan's voice was filled with tears and she rushed to He An's side.
"I'm fine!"
After calming down the turbulent blood in his chest and swallowing the sweetness that surged into his throat, He An squeezed out a smile and comforted Han Chanjuan softly.
The fireball that hit Xin Wuming was extinguished in an instant, but the unprepared scorching flame made the beard on his lips curl slightly.
Xin Wuming was extremely angry. Along with his hair, his supreme dignity as a strong man in the world was hurt. This little guy from Zhixingyuan, who didn't know the heights of the world, was really impatient.
He originally attacked the junior, but he had already lost his status as a strong man. Fortunately, no one knew about it in the dark night and the wind.
Unexpectedly, this kid's true energy is so strong and domineering that he can actually connect his two palms. The weirdest thing is that under the confinement of his Zhiyin Zhihan Kung Fu, this kid can actually use the power of the five elements to throw fireballs. It's really surprising. Unexpected.
While being imprisoned, he was able to absorb the energy of heaven and earth to fight back, and the speed at which this kid's energy circulated was simply unbelievable. Such a terrifying young junior will definitely become a serious problem in the future, so it is better to get rid of him as soon as possible.
Countless thoughts flashed through Xin Wuming's mind instantly. As soon as he thought this, a layer of evil aura appeared on his face. He took two steps and was in front of He An. He gritted his teeth and said solemnly: "The third palm!"
As he raised his palm, the snow on the ground exploded...
Snow and mist filled the air in front of He An, and in the white mist, the jade palm struck again. Before he could get close, the sharp and powerful breath was already oppressing the person, making him breathless.
"You are neither a man nor a woman, you are a despicable and shameless thing, I will fight you!"
Han Chanjuan bit her lower lip tightly, combed her hair, pulled out a sharp flower hairpin, raised her delicate hand, and stabbed Xin Wuming in the face.
"Get away!"
Xin Wuming's feet paused. The snow on the ground was like exploding smoke. The vast snow mist dispersed. Han Chanjuan's petite figure was shaken and flew backwards...
He An was shocked and turned pale. He flew forward and held Han Chanjuan in his arms. At the same time, the zhenqi in his body was running wildly, and he secretly pinched the jade pendant in his clothes with his fingers.
The jade pendant left to him by his uncle He Kui can kill the master of "He Dao Realm". Although he is not sure of killing the master in front of him in one fell swoop, if he creates some trouble for the opponent and then uses the "Shocking Finger" to fight to the death, there should be a few. Chances of winning.
He An made up his mind and was about to crush the jade pendant when a rumbling sound suddenly came from the end of the long street.
A black carriage drove towards me like lightning, the horses neighing and the wheels rolling, crushing the beautiful flowers and jade everywhere, roaring towards...
The carriage crashed through the long street, leaving two black ruts. In an instant, it was only a few dozen feet away from He An.
The driver wearing a bamboo hat raised his hand, and whipped out the whip in his hand, turning into a long spear. The spear came out like a dragon, and emitted a heart-stopping scream. It instantly passed through the snowy sky and pierced Xin Wuming's back of the heart. .
Han Chanjuan leaned into He An's arms, her pale cheeks just regained a trace of blood. Seeing this scene, she said in surprise: "Old old man... help me beat him!"
Xin Wuming seemed to have eyes on his back, and without looking back, he threw out his red sleeves. With the harsh sound of gold and stone clashing, the riding whip flew several times in the air. With a "swipe" sound, it was inserted diagonally. on the ground.
Xin Wuming stepped forward, raised his palm and slapped it again, determined to kill He An under his palm.
The sound of carriages and horses neighed, and an extremely swift figure passed by, wrapped in the wind and snow, and stood in front of He An and Han Chanjuan.
There was a soft "pop" sound, and Xin Wuming's palm was received by the driver.
Xin Wuming looked at the visitor with cold eyes. The worn bamboo hat covered most of the other person's face, and only a faint stubble under the chin was visible.
Feeling the strength of the opponent's palm, Xin Wuming showed a trace of disdain on his face, and his beard raised proudly.
He did have the right to be proud. At this moment, the coachman's palms and even his entire arm were covered with a thick layer of frost. The cold and yin energy eroded the skin and would soon destroy the opponent's muscles.
The driver's body under the bamboo hat swayed slightly, as if his palm was uncomfortable being stuck by Xin Wuming. He clenched his fist with his other hand and punched his frozen palm...
There was a "click", and the thick frost covering the arm fell into pieces like broken scales.
The force of the driver's punch penetrated the palm of his hand, as if a sledgehammer hit Xin Wuming's heart hard. His fists and palms overlapped, and a huge force hit Xin Wuming back two steps...
