Many years ago, the weight of the name Bei Shengtian in the arena was by no means inferior to the profound dust of today. At that time, he was wearing a white shirt with a beard and a sixteen-stone longbow, riding a black-maned black horse, galloping on the grasslands and deserts. Hundreds of Japanese cavalry and the four major bandits of Xiaoyao Pavilion could not help him. The whole arena is the stage where he writes his legendary life.
The old man in Jiangshan is old, and Bei Shengtian, who still looks vigorous and upright, is already 120 years old. The intestines and stomachs that used to digest five catties of beef in the past can only get rid of most of the bowl of millet porridge. And he was born with a rush like a gust of wind, and his nature like a raging fire, and he has always disliked those things that nurture his life and cultivate his spiritual consciousness. In comparison, what he values most is his body. Riding a horse, drinking, looking for a wife, and even digging bullets out of the muscles, all of which are inseparable from the body.
He still maintains the habit of beating his body, his hair is white, his beard is also white, he refuses to accept his old age, so he goes to dye it black. The reason why the eyebrows are still white is to remind myself that the years are ruthless and not to relax. Hair can be dyed black, but when the bones and bones begin to relax under the erosion of the years, no matter how much protein powder you eat, there is no way to stop this aging process. Although unwilling to do so, those days of fresh clothes and angry horses are still gone forever.
This arena is so cruel, and the waves after the waves urge the waves to come without mercy. If you do nothing in ten years, you will be forgotten in the new era.
He slammed a punch, and the scorching wind hit his face, and Li Muye's breathing was stagnant. This fist skull festival is like white porcelain. When you are young, you can easily kill a galloping horse and smash the head of a Japanese wolf dog. Li Muye didn't move, until he could clearly see the age spots on the back of this hand, he drew aside and avoided his punch.
"Bei Shengtian, you are old, this speed is suitable for making action movies." Li Muye dodged with his hands, and continued to avoid the opponent's fists, and continued: "Your Liuyun iron sleeves have phosphorus hidden in them, using temperature and pressure. The difference generates airflow to increase the speed and power of the fist, the wind assists the fire, and the fire borrows the power of the wind. This kind of fist is almost a level of skill. It is a pity that your muscles are old and you can’t beat the speed and power of the wind when you were young. It will not be able to exert the high temperature power of phosphorous fire."
"Little bunny, you have a good way, but you haven't won yet." Bei Shengtian gritted his teeth and said: "My old man was just a test of your level. If it is a life and death fight, how can you allow you to be a three-legged cat? Do things run rampant in front of me?"
Li Muye sneered: "You have attacked me for so long, but I haven't fight back yet." As he said, he suddenly grabbed Bei Shengtian's left sleeve.
There are organs hidden in the iron sleeves of the flowing clouds. When you swing your fist, you will release the phosphorous fire to increase its power. If it is held in such a way by Li Muye, the heat of the phosphorous fire will be burned inside. Isn't it necessary to make a big joke. Bei Shengtian hurriedly used his right hand to help. Li Muye knew that his hand was a one-strike power, so he didn't dare to ignore it. Not forgiving, he fisted into the middle and went straight to Li Muye as the chest attacked.
"Just by your few moments, how can I be worthy of my hall master?" Bei Shengtian whispered, suddenly the rhythm changed, and the actual combat fist suddenly broke out, the speed increased more than doubled, chasing Li Muye attacked wildly.
Everyone in the audience watched in astonishment. None of these elders of the rivers and lakes did not know the name of Bei Shengtian, and only a few of his contemporaries had actually seen him take action. Others only heard his name but didn't see him. They all thought he was Lian Po, old man and still able to eat. Only at this moment did he know that old ginger gets hotter as he gets older. What was even more unexpected was that Li Muye, a rising star of little fame, was still able to keep up with the rhythm and evade in time under this fierce attack.
Li Muye knows that he is suffering. Bei Shengtian was only a test at first, but now he is almost trying his best. The oxygen between the two seems to have been pumped out by his fist. The opponent is at this level. Under the pressure, breathing will only become more and more difficult. If it hadn't been for sitting on the black stone couch in Kunlun before, the pores and meridians all over the body would have been unblocked, and he would have been in a hypoxic coma by now. At his age, it will not last forever to fight like this, but the question is whether Brother Ono can hold on to that time.
The surrounding temperature is getting higher and higher, and breathing becomes more difficult. Fortunately, the body has not sweated, and it is difficult to breathe in the nose and mouth, but the sweat pores on the body can still ventilate. The opponent's speed tends to slow down, but the temperature and strength are getting heavier. It vaguely formed a powerful field of mental oppression to lock himself firmly.
Can't let it go on!
Li Muye made up his mind and suddenly said, "Old gentleman, the younger generation is going to be offended!"
With a ding sound, a steel ball dropped out of his hand, but it was swept down by Bei Shengtian's gang wind, but at this slightly delayed moment, Li Muye's hand directly penetrated in front of Bei Shengtian, and the ring on his finger ejected. Several ox hair paralysis needles were drilled into his neck.
Bei Shengtian was paralyzed for a moment, even though his qi and blood urged his drums to the extreme, he didn't stop suddenly, but his movements were much slower in an instant. Li Muye broke free from his oppression easily.
Bai Wuxia hugged her shoulders and looked at him, muttering to herself: "This damn bastard, he's so commonplace, he just relies on trickery to harm people."
Li Mengbai stared at his eyebrows, his expression much heavier, and said: "Mr. Li's mental sensitivity is sensitive to the inside and out, and it is not absurd in the slightest. The old man's boxing skills can't hide his feeling of hunger. Although this coping method is tricky, it is inseparable. Real things that are open and honest."
Bai Wuxia said: "You don't need to fight anymore, my uncle's undefeated reputation can't be broken in the hands of this bastard!" After all, he floated and came to the court, and the probe caught Li Muye's wrist. , Dragging the flag with the wind, ingeniously broke the balance of the force field on Brother Xiaoye, and almost effortlessly pulled Li Mu's wild life out of the battle group.
Bei Shengtian lost his temper, the feeling of numbness had disappeared, and his speed was gradually returning. He saw Li Muye suddenly withdraw, and when he was about to pursue him, he could see that Bai Wuxia had pulled the person out. Hastily stopped and backed away.
Seeing that the weather in Beisheng was in chaos, Li Muye couldn't hide the trajectory of blood and energy, and was preparing to attack its flaws with acupuncture techniques. Suddenly Bai Wuxia was pulled out of the battle circle, knowing that this girl couldn't bear to see Bei Shengtian defeated and ruined her reputation. She didn’t care for herself at the moment, so she didn’t struggle to get out of the circle as she wanted, and caught Bai Wuxia’s little hand with her backhand. The gesture didn’t seem to be pulled out, but instead she gave up on the initiative to catch Bai Wuxia. A chance of victory.
Bai Wuxia shook his hand in annoyance, and said, "The surname is Li, I haven't seen you for a month. I have made a lot of progress. I can fight with my uncle of the Three Sects for so many rounds. From now on, you will be number one in the world. , But you also want to thank my uncle master for being merciful, otherwise you won't have the chance to fight his old man for so long."
Li Muye looked at her with gentle eyes, and said, "You can say anything."
This bastard who coaxes the dead without losing their lives. Bai Wuxia was angry and sweet in her heart, she gave Brother Xiaoye a fierce look, and said, "You have become more capable, and you are actually playing a beautician in front of me. It seems that I will not be able to control you in the future."
Li Muye said, "Let me take Daochang Xu away and promise not to interfere with your plan."
Bai Wuxia said: "Xu Yangchen is consciously ashamed of the teacher, ashamed to Li Mengbai, ashamed to the Taoist Kunpeng, and does not want to break the ugly thing of Xuanchen back then. People and ghosts in the middle can't do it, so he deliberately found a decision. His life was purely for a dog to take a mouse and take care of things, so why bother?"
Li Muye said: "He is a man who has the will to die, so why bother to embarrass him?"
Bai Wuxia said: "He is a member of the Yin and Yang sect, one of the nine sons of the Xuan sect. If I don't take him to sacrifice the flag, how can these big figures believe in my determination?"
"I haven't seen Jiuding yet, are you so anxious that you have dragged all the world under your command to a decisive battle with Xuanmen?"
Li Muye said, "Are you not afraid that others will laugh at you and look ugly?"
"Apart from you, who would dare to laugh at me?" Bai Wuxia said, "Don't you think that these people are here to help justice?"
Li Muye said, "They didn't come for justice, and I didn't try to save him at the profound door. If you must kill him, you have to settle me first!"
Bai Wuxia's eyes flashed with brilliance: "Do you think I can't?" (End of this chapter)