The wind didn't have time to wind around, people didn't have time to blink their eyes, let alone exclaim in time.
The knife had already come to Xuanyuan Po's body, his neck was about to be chopped off and his head was about to fall off.
The official of the demon court had already prepared in advance, but suddenly found that Nie Chi's knife was faster than he expected, and he still had no time to stop it. The little official behind the desk was also prepared, but it was still difficult to suppress the joy in his heart, but the smile didn't have time to show on his face.
It was a very short period of time, and there was no time for the sound to spread, and there was silence around the ring, filled with an atmosphere of panic.
It was an extremely clear voice that finally broke the silence and allowed the flow of time to return to normal.
It wasn't the sound of a knife being wiped, nor was it the sound of bones falling to the ground, but a muffled pop.
It was like an overripe fruit fell on the hard ground and smashed to a pulp.
It's like a skin bag full of wine being squashed by the patriarch of the Xiang clan.
More like a fist slammed into the mud.
Yes, this one sounds the most like it, because that's what actually happened.
Nie Chi's iron knife was as fast as lightning, but Xuanyuan Po's fist was even faster.
His fist was so fast that no one could see it, not even a shadow.
When the iron knife was still half a foot away from his neck, his fist had already hit Nechi's face.
Unimaginably huge power fell with the fists.
Nie Chi's face began to deform, with a sunken nose bridge, cracked eye sockets, and torn jaw. Countless blood spread out to the surroundings like blooming petals.
Under Xuanyuan Po's fist, his face looked like a puddle of mud.
His neck bones were broken almost simultaneously, and his head was turned backwards, hanging on his back.
It looks like a heavy red fruit hanging on the branch.
This scene looked a little weird and terrifying.
As expected of the long-established monster powerhouse, Nie Chi didn't die immediately. An incomprehensible sound came out from his cracked throat, and he shook on the ring several times before finally falling to the ground. The ugly and smelly juice splattered and died.
Up and down the arena, there was a dead silence, without any sound.
The carp deacon looked at Xuanyuan Po with a dazed expression.
Those people who hadn't had time to exclaim, looked dull and forgot to exclaim.
The little official was preparing to celebrate Xuanyuan Po's death, when finally he smiled, but it was uglier than crying.
Xuanyuan Po looked at his fist, slightly startled.
Then he looked at Necha's body and shook his head, saying, "You're too fast."
Participating in the selection ceremony today, he never thought about killing people.
It's just that the opponent's knife came too fast, and the killing intent came too fiercely.
How to turn power into speed? How can we maximize the speed
Bian Yanghong said, don't be too deliberate.
Do whatever you want.
Fall as you wish.
Although there was no formal ceremony, Xuanyuan Po once worshiped Luo Luo as his teacher, and Luo Luo was Chen Changsheng's only female student.
From this point of view, he was originally from the old temple in Xining Town, and he was a student of the Orthodox Academy, and had lived with Chen Changsheng for a long time.
Whether you follow your mind or follow your mind, you are cultivating your mind, and mind is the only way in the world that cannot be cultivated.
When he said that the opponent's knife was too fast, he was not talking sarcasticly, but the truth.
The knife was so fast that he had no time to think, had no time to think, and could only act on instinct.
No need to think, do what you want first, this is the real way to do what you want.
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Xuanyuan Po stepped off the ring.
The crowd of onlookers separated automatically like the tide.
Looking at Xuanyuan Po's figure, the demon court official raised his eyebrows slightly, and summoned his subordinates, asking him to investigate Xuanyuan Po's origin.
In the first battle, Xuanyuan Po directly stunned the disciple of the Xiang family with his strength, which had already shocked him and the official of the Presbyterian Church.
But that was definitely not as strong as the shock that this scene brought him.
Because Niejia is the real monster powerhouse.
When the demon court official saw the scene of Nie Chi's lightning strike, he was very sure that even he was not Nie Chi's opponent.
However, Nie Chi was defeated by this bear youth!
If Niejia is a real strong man, then what is this bear youth
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Xuanyuan Po walked to that small table.
This is the third time he has come to this small table today.
The face of the official he knew had also changed many times.
At the beginning, the petty official's face was full of contempt and ridicule, followed by shock and avoidance, and then humiliation and resentment.
Now, the petty official's face was extremely pale, as if he had suffered a cold, but he was sweating non-stop.
Especially when Xuanyuan Po stood in front of the table and the shadow fell on his body, he was sweating profusely, and his clothes were drenched in an instant.
An official looked on and asked worriedly, "Cao Si, are you alright?"
Only at this time did Xuanyuan Po know the name of this petty official.
The petty official answered a few words vaguely, raised his sleeves and kept wiping his sweat, but he didn't wipe it clean.
Xuanyuan Po knew why he was like this, but he didn't pay attention to it, and left after the list was confirmed.
The little official raised his head, looked at Xuanyuan Po's back, couldn't help thinking about the words he said in the tavern the day before yesterday.
At that time, he had already drank a lot of wine, and he had already forgotten many things, but today he was so frightened that he had already remembered all those words.
"Isn't this just trash!"
"You guys really believe such a waste bragging? Return the master of the Tianhai family... Just say that Tianhai wins the snow!"
"Bear cub, stop for me!"
"Look at his hand, it's a piece of trash, it doesn't have any strength, it's only good for washing the dishes, and you say you're the director of the Orthodox Academy?"
"That's the Orthodox Academy! If you have that ability, would you still stay here and wash the dishes?"
Thinking that he had scolded this person so much nonsense that day, his sweat flowed even faster.
When he remembered that he had spit in front of this person that day, he felt dizzy and was about to pass out.
Xuanyuan Po walked out of the crowd, came to the street corner, took out the beef buns from the paper bag and ate them.
After the first battle, he found that the battle was really exhausting, so he went to the bun shop to buy the last drawer of beef buns.
Sure enough, he had only punched twice so far, and he felt extremely hungry.
The buns were already cold, and the gravy was slightly congealed. It wasn't very tasty, but he ate it attentively.
People are also watching attentively.
The fierce battle was still going on in the arena, but no one paid any attention.
All eyes fell on the street outside, on Xuanyuan Po's body, on his hands.
As if the meat bun in his hand was the most delicious thing in the world.