??Qiro Chiba walked towards the rock.

Therefore, the middle-aged man on the rock endured the momentum of Chiba Qiro without reservation.

His face suddenly turned pale.

On my forehead, I felt even cold sweat.

What a terrible momentum and pressure!

Although this kind of pressure also has an impact on ordinary people, it has a greater impact on those who practice martial arts.

The middle-aged man only felt that his chest was hit hard by an invisible force.

He almost couldn't bear the pressure and fell from it.

At that moment, under everyone's eyes, he jumped down from above in a very embarrassing manner and almost fell to eat shit.

No one laughed at his actions.

Because there are so many people present, few of them are qualified to bear the momentum and pressure of a powerful mirror who can defeat the sword saint Gu Xicheng.

It is not embarrassing to be unstable under a powerful person who breaks the mirror.

Chiba Qiro didn't even look at the middle-aged man. He walked to the front of the rock, lit the ground with a toe, and then flew up.

Like an ancient martial arts master, he performed supreme light skills and finally landed lightly on the rock.

All the movements look smooth and flowing, pleasing to the eye, and are breathtaking.

Chiba Qiro's face was calm, and he sat down cross-legged.

The black knife wrapped in black cloth was placed horizontally on his knees, and finally, he slowly closed his eyes.

Perhaps for Chiba Qiro, his actions just now were just doing whatever he wanted.

However, for the many warriors on the top of the mountain, they were shocked again.

Super expert, but that's it!

Because almost no one here can do it like him.

Even Uncle Qin and Xue Nu, their faces were extremely solemn when they saw this scene, as if they were facing a great enemy.

They can't do so lightly either.

The sword saint Gu Xicheng is here, but he can't do it.

No wonder Gu Xicheng was defeated by him, he had such strength.

The priest's eyes were also shining.

He saw Gu Xicheng defeated by this Fusang man with his own eyes.

I know his horror.

Today he is here to invite Chinese martial arts masters. Although he is arrogant, he does have such capital.

The only thing the priest was worried about was Qin Buer.

Because he knew, Qin was going to fight with the pervert.

This made the priest very sad.

He knew Qin Buer's strength very well.

Although he is not weak, he is not a powerful mirror breaker. Even if he is a powerful mirror breaker, even the sword saint Gu Xicheng is not an opponent of that guy, so he doesn't think Qin Buer will be an opponent.

He couldn't understand why Qin Buer wanted to fight with that pervert.

This is too dangerous.

Will die.

If Qin Buer dies, he will die too.

Because at this point, the poison in the priest's body has not been completely relieved.

Time is waiting for it to pass like this.

Before the moon knew it, it had climbed above the sky above its head.

So the ground became brighter, just like the daytime.

This weather is very good!

While waiting like this, Chiba Shiro finally slowly opened his eyes.

Then, under the eyes of everyone, he slowly stood up.

With his eyes shining brightly, he looked around and shouted straight to the point in his mouth with an extremely fluent Chinese language: "I am Fusang Beichen, a sword, and I am here to fight against the great Chinese masters. Now, who will come to fight with me?"

With the blessing of true energy, the sound rolled around like thunder.

Even at the foot of the mountain, this sound can almost be heard.

With just this sound, everyone's faces changed again.

What a powerful true energy!

What a domineering tone!

What an arrogant Chiba Qiro!

After a moment of silence, a voice suddenly came out: "Don't be rampant, I'll fight you!"

After the words came, a figure jumped out from a corner.

Under the moonlight, everyone saw the appearance of this person who took the lead in the fight.

middle aged.

She wore a sleeveless white top on the upper body and a pair of wide black trousers on the lower body!

He is tall, with bright eyes and no weapons in his hands, but he wears six steel rings on his wrists.

Seeing this man, Qin Buer's eyes were full of surprise and asked to Uncle Qin: "Uncle Qin, do you know this person?"

Qin Bo's eyes flashed with a flash of splendor, nodded, and said in a deep voice: "The number one master in Lingnan, Hong Laosi, Hong family iron-line fist, and the master of breaking mirrors!"

"How strong is he? Who is stronger than you?" Qin Buer asked.

Uncle Qin knew that the young master asked this because he wanted to know Hong Laosi's true strength. Only in this way can he see more clearly in the next battle.

"I have never fought with him, but he fought against the left-handed sword once and was defeated by the left-handed sword!" Qin Bo said in a deep voice.

Uncle Qin is very strong. He can't beat the left-hand knife for countless times, and it's comparable to each other every time!

Since this Hong Laosi was defeated by the left-handed sword, it means that Qin Bo's strength is stronger than him.

Qin Buer nodded and looked back at him.

At this moment, the battle has begun.

Hong Laosi moved with his forks, and a set of strange steps were displayed in a flowing manner. His tall figure approached Qianye Qilang with great flexibility.

At the same time, he waved his hands continuously, and the dull sounds of breaking through the air were endless.

It was the explosion of the domineering true energy in the fists rubbed against the air.

Buzz!

Finally, Hong Laosi approached Qianye Qilang and punched him out.

The howling fist wind is, which is extremely amazing.

The small stones and dead leaves under Hong Laosi's feet were swept up by the stimulating energy, which looked even more shocking.

The punch was very fast and powerful enough, and it went straight to Chiba Shiro's forehead.

Everyone stared at me intently, afraid of missing a small detail.

Finally, under the eyes of everyone, when Hong Laosi's fist was about to come, Qianye Qilang moved.

He did not take the initiative, but flashed his body and dodged the punch!

So, Hong Laosi's fist fell on the rock.

Bang!

A dull voice resounded throughout the audience.

I saw that Hong Laosi's fist fell into tofu like an iron fist, smashing two deep fist marks into the hard rock.

Crack Crack Crack Crack…

He pulled out his fist quickly, and the gravel on the rock continued to fall off.

Immediately, a thick and long crack appeared, and the huge rock was actually smashed by him with his fist.

The cracks continued to extend, and countless fine cracks of stone were produced.

hiss……

Countless people gasped.

What a terrifying iron fist, what a terrifying power!

What would happen if this punch fell on a person's head?

There is no doubt that even the hardest head will turn into a big watermelon in an instant...
Chapter completed!