I, Xu Junyuan, the eldest elder of Zhengzhou Zong in Changwu Mountain, had a smooth life.

For me, practicing was as simple as taking things out of my pocket. It was simple, and it lasted until more than forty years. On that day, I finally broke through to the high-level martial artist and prepared to march towards the Venerable; and this journey took twenty years.

In the past twenty years, too many things have happened. I am famous in the entire sect world, and Zhengzhou Sect has become a famous sect far and wide. Its appearance is envied by everyone. In front of others, I am a noble elder, but only I know that these are not the only ones I long for in my heart.

Twenty years have passed, and my cultivation has been in a state of discontinuation, and I have used all the ways I can think of, but none of them have any effect. The Venerable is just a wall in front of me, a wall that can be seen or touched but cannot pass through no matter what. This feeling lasted for twenty years.

Until... a majestic gate covering the sky and the sun appeared in Changwu Mountain, appeared in Zhengzhou Sect, and appeared above my head.

I, once again, got the opportunity.

It turns out that Breakthrough Venerable is so simple.

Since then, the road behind has been smooth and everything I want to do is complete. Looking around, there is no one in between, and there is no enemy to fight in the entire Qitian area.

After such a smooth life, after thirty years, when I thought I could attack the Supreme Lord and had enough power, everything changed and became difficult for me to see clearly.

The bones on my body were clattering, and the blood covered my vision. The pain stimulated my nerves again and again. I have not felt this way for many years.

This pain feels so exciting...

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The white-haired Taoist slowly stood up from the deep pit that was smashed out, silently. At this moment, his head and face were covered with blood. The bright red blood dyed his white hair and his beard red. His shoulders were tilted to the side, and the bones seemed to have been completely broken and could not support the flesh on it. The blood slowly dripped onto the floor, making a slight sound.

The white-haired Taoist slowly walked out of the deep pit, and his red face was invisible. He could only see his eyes, with a fanatical and cold gaze.

Huang Yuchen looked at the scene in front of him in a daze, unable to believe that this was the truth. Just now, Qi Zhengye's heavy punch like a storm, and the entire building was almost shattered. It is conceivable how much attack the white-haired Taoist who was beaten up had endured, but now he stood up. Although he was seriously injured, he obviously had no critical life. If the same attack fell on Huang Yuchen, he knew clearly in his heart that he might not be able to bear it.

"Hehe...he..." The white-haired Taoist stood by the pit, and his body kept dripping blood downwards. Soon, a bright red piece formed under his feet. His eyes never left Qi Zhengye's body from beginning to end, and even a trace of greed appeared in his eyes. He sneered, the sound seemed to come from the Jiuyou Hell, and just hearing it made people feel cold on their backs.

Qi Zhengye had already realized that the white-haired Taoist had come out. He just turned around lightly and looked at the bloody man in front of him without saying a word. The wound behind him had stopped bleeding, but Huang Yuchen stood behind him, and could clearly see his golden bones, and the flesh and blood were squirming on the bones, as if growing.

The situation he saw today once again refreshed Huang Yuchen's vision. He never thought that fighting could be like this. The battle between such experts could be so bloody, without dazzling spells, nor incredible moves. There were only life-and-death fights that were fist-to-fighting and heading straight to the vital points. The white-haired old man's vitality was so tenacious that he could compete with the advanced feeding beasts. The same was true for Qi Zhengye at this moment. His cold eyes were deeply imprinted in Huang Yuchen's heart, and it made people tremble all over.

Now, Huang Yuchen already knew that Qi Zhengye in front of him was no longer the Qi Zhengye he knew; Huang Yuchen didn't know what methods Liu Xing'an used, nor did he know why Qi Zhengye became like this. He seemed to have lost that part of his memory, and only remembered that when he turned around, Qi Zhengye was already like this.

Huang Yuchen was gasping for breath. He knew that what was going to happen below was definitely an endless battle. If the purpose of the white-haired Taoist was to take him away before, his purpose was to kill Qi Zhengye, and he was not that important now. Huang Yuchen's mind instantly passed by the idea of ​​escaping immediately, but he asked him to directly reject it. No matter what means Qi Zhengye and Liu Xing'an used, they were also trying to save themselves. This was beyond doubt.

He would never be able to let Huang Yuchen leave his two senior brothers and run for his own life. He would rather die with them than be at ease with his own principles of conduct, even if this principle might make him pay a higher price than life.

"Why are you laughing at?" Qi Zhengye looked at the white-haired old man and asked in a cold tone: "Do you feel uncomfortable beating? Do you want to come again?"

"Very good...hey...very good..." The white-haired Taoist grinned and showed his teeth. Several of his teeth were knocked off, and it looked like there were a few holes in his mouth, and he was in a mess.

Huang Yuchen looked around, let out a sigh of relief, calmed down his emotions, and simply sat on the ground and started meditating, slowly circulating the star wheel in his body, and regaining his strength as much as possible. After all, he did not plan to escape, and with his current situation, he could not help in such a battle at all. If Qi Zhengye loses, it is up to others to decide whether to die or live. If Qi Zhengye wins, he must have the strength to leave.

"Hmph." Qi Zhengye sneered, without saying a word, and kicked the ground with his feet again, and rushed towards the white-haired Taoist. He planned to use the same method to deal with the white-haired Taoist. This time, he would never stop until he died.

Unexpectedly, the white-haired Taoist did not intend to use any magic to deal with Qi Zhengye this time. He also faced Qi Zhengye's fists, his eyes widened, and he stretched out his right fist directly, directly colliding with Qi Zhengye's two fists.

"boom!"

A deafening sound came, and the huge force stimulated again. All the walls of the wooden building were creaking, as if they were about to collapse. Huang Yuchen just sat on the ground without his eyes open, and things were not under his control. What he could do now was to do everything he could to do and do his own thing first.

Both Qi Zhengye and the White-haired Taoist were seriously injured on the shoulder, so the positions they attacked were also the wounds of the other party. With one punch, the White-haired Taoist's body flew out directly like a broken kite, hitting hard on the statue of the Five Thunder God behind, making a dull sound, but Qi Zhengye just took a step back slightly, as if he was not affected at all.

But in fact, the back, which had already stopped bleeding, was hit by this punch and suddenly a stream of blood spurted out. The wound that had just begun to heal was broken away again, and the blood immediately flowed all over the floor.

Qi Zhengye grinned slightly. Even he could not remain indifferent to such pain. But after grinning, he rushed forward again and headed straight for the Five Thunder God statue. Where the white-haired Taoist man's body had been beaten into the statue, how could Qi Zhengye give up such an opportunity?

He jumped up and punched again. This time, the white-haired Taoist did not even make a decent resistance, but there was a sense of madness on his face and his eyes, and he had no intention of dodging at all. He used his forehead to directly meet Qi Zhengye's iron fist.

"Boom!" "Boom!" "Boom!"

Three punches were shot at an extremely fast speed. The power of these three punches directly knocked out a huge hole in the chest and abdomen of the Five Thunder Gods. The figure of the white-haired Taoist was shot out of the hole and fell directly on the ground beside it. The blood thundered along the way, almost dyeing the entire hall red.

"boom!"

Qi Zhengye swung another punch and directly hit the Five Thunder God statue. This punch directly smashed the wooden statue into pieces. The chaotic wood chips floated in the air, just like a brown snow. Qi Zhengye kept moving. After smashing the statue, his body jumped again and rushed away to the white-haired Taoist who had already fallen to the ground. This time, he would not give him any chance.

"Dong!" "Click!"

A punch hit the white-haired Taoist directly on the face of the white-haired Taoist. With a crisp sound, the white-haired Taoist's face was twisted by the punch, and his expression became even more strange, and the corners of his mouth were cracked, looking like he was laughing.

Qi Zhengye squatted on the ground again, punching the white-haired Taoist's head one by one, and blood splattered, and the white-haired Taoist's skull was deformed. After a few breaths, it was almost impossible to tell that this was the human head. Qi Zhengye's heavy punch almost smashed the white-haired Taoist's head into flesh paste. Until he was sure that the white-haired Taoist's head was motionless and had no breath at all, Qi Zhengye got up, but he also had a slight breath.

The fine beads of sweat appeared on his forehead, and Qi Zhengye gasped. This series of actions consumed a lot of money on him, and the wounds behind him were still filled with red blood. Qi Zhengye stood next to the body of the white-haired Taoist man. After waiting for a few breaths, he confirmed again that he would not stand up again, and then turned around and came towards Huang Yuchen.
Chapter completed!