My chest felt stuffy, as if I was in suffocation.

They covered their necks and couldn't breathe.

The eyes burst and the blue veins on the forehead were blooming.

The evil energy enters the body and the blood vessels go backwards.

As we watched, these stalwarts were about to die silently.

At this moment, a fist that dominated the world suddenly appeared.

It was like a thunder exploded, sweeping away the evil spirits that were covered.

It was also as if the golden monkey raised a thousand pounds, and the jade was clearing out thousands of miles away.

The fist that dominates the world completely shatters the sword energy that fills the air.

In an instant, the wind and clouds storm.

The strong intention of the boxing seemed to be unable to withstand any other.

What are the swords that kill, what are the fires that spread the prairie, what are the purple air coming from the east, what are the white exercises to kill the sky...

Everything, under this fist intention, will be crushed, crushed, and annihilated into nothingness.

“Huh…”

In the void, an incomparable sigh of surprise came.

The master of Wanjian Jue Sect who came here discovered something extremely amazing.

Four pairs of eyes focused on a boy in unison.

"What kind of boxing intention is this...how is it so domineering..."

"There are such a powerful stamina in the world..."

"This kind of boxing intention is unheard of..."

"I'm actually a young man. I'm afraid I can't create such a powerful stamina even if I gather the power of the three religions..."

The four masters of the Ten Thousand Swords Sect stared at the young man and exclaimed a burst of surprise.

This sudden fist intention was extremely domineering.

It simply subverted their inherent impression of the Gang Tighten Warrior.

"You just injured three disciples, but the ground was filled with the bodies of the Gang Tartarist..."

The boy slowly stood up and his eyes left the old man's body.

His speech was neither fast nor slow, and his voice was even more plain and cold.

"It seems that you are the same as those three people just now, and the truth is in your scabbard."

While speaking, the boy raised his head.

With a faint look, he looked at the four masters of the Ten Thousand Swords Sect in the void.

"I still say the same thing. Your principles are in the scabbard, and my principles are in the fist. Without further ado, let the facts tell us who has the stronger principles and who has the harder principles."

While speaking, the young man stepped out step by step.

The fist that dominates the world suddenly disappeared.

It is like the sea water of ebbing tide, which falls into the boy's body.

As the steps taken were more and more common, the boy looked ordinary, like a harmless boy next door.

But the momentum is undoubtedly showing its glorious true colors.
Chapter completed!