The night was torn apart.
Day comes.
Lightning strikes.
Fist down.
All of this happened in a very short time.
Those who can see all the pictures clearly are only a very small number of truly strong people, such as Xiaode, such as those big figures in the imperial city.
The monster people around the square could only see a dazzling light and the huge black bear light in the sky, opened their mouths in shock, and couldn't make any sound. A wave of air shook back and forth.
The gust of wind whizzed non-stop, rolling up all the dust in the cracks of the bluestone, covering all sight, making the light a little dim.
That flash of lightning was so bright that it couldn't be concealed at all, and those two figures were so clear.
The left hand of the young man wearing the hat finally left his back and raised it in front of him, blocking Xuanyuan Po's iron right fist.
His palms were clenched tightly, which also turned into fists.
This time, the night has been unable to swallow everything.
The lightning that fell from the sky, together with Xuanyuan Po's fist, landed on his fist with incomparable accuracy.
Countless dazzling electric wires surrounded Xuanyuan Po's right arm, making crackling sounds.
boom! Two unimaginable violent forces emerged from those two fists!
Countless cracks appeared on the hard bluestone ground!
What is even more shocking is that those cracks go deep into the ground for an unknown distance, and it is so dark that it is impossible to see clearly.
The young man's arms trembled slightly, and his clothes shook, and it could be vaguely seen that the expression on his face became extremely solemn.
Amidst the chirping sound, his hat was cut several times by the knife-like wind, and he looked a little embarrassed.
Could it be that Xuanyuan Po is really going to win
Just when the crowd was just getting excited, suddenly, the lightning disappeared.
The young man in the hat seemed to cast some kind of magic that did not belong to this world.
That bolt of lightning that contained unimaginable majesty of heaven and earth disappeared in his palm just like that.
There was a light snap, like a ripe fruit falling to the ground and smashed to pieces.
The sound was so soft that it was hard to hear it in the howling wind.
Several big figures from the monster race in the high place of the imperial city heard it.
Xiaode, who was standing outside the castle tower, also heard it, and his face became extremely ugly.
That was the voice he had heard in Hanshan.
That was the sound of the night covering the sky and the earth again.
The night has weight, and it is so heavy that the earth sometimes cannot bear it.
It was the sound of the hardest things breaking.
That thing may be a sky rock in a cold mountain, or a cold rock on a lonely peak in a snowy ridge, or it may be a hard fist.
The wind suddenly subsides.
Xuanyuan Po's fist separated from the fist of the young man wearing a hat.
Countless streaks of white hot mist emerged from Xuanyuan Po's clothes, and were quickly condensed into water droplets by the slightly cold wind, which wet the cracked bluestone ground.
It looks like the picture of the Huji steamed stuffed bun shop in Songding every morning.
A stream of blood spurted out from between his lips, making the bluestone floor even wetter.
Xuanyuan Po shook for a while, and there was a burst of cracking sounds in his body.
More than ten streaks of blood sprayed out from his body like arrows, punching out more than ten round holes in his clothes, which looked like a waterfall going backwards to the sky.
Looking at this scene, there were countless exclamations and screams from all around.
The dignitaries above the imperial city were silent, with different expressions.
The patriarch of the Bear Clan turned to look at the Great Elder, his face was as cold as frost.
Outside the Tianshou Pavilion, Xiaode's expression was even uglier than that of the bear clan chief.
They all knew that Xuanyuan Po was defeated, and the defeat was terrible, more than ten qi apertures were completely shattered, and if he wasn't treated properly afterwards, he might even become a cripple.
They had already expected such an ending in advance, but seeing Xuanyuan Po's fist carrying lightning falling down, they originally thought that there might be a miracle.
Xiaode didn't expect a miracle to happen, but he always thought that the young man in the hat would have a hard time picking it up.
Because in his opinion, if it were him, he would have to pay a very high price if he wanted to receive this punch.
Who would have thought that the young man in the hat would not retreat a single step!
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The young man in the hat slowly withdrew his hands.
Then, he took three steps back slowly.
During this process, he kept staring into Xuanyuan Po's eyes with an extremely solemn expression, extremely vigilant.
It wasn't until he retreated three steps away that Xuanyuan Po still didn't attack again, and then it was confirmed that the opponent was no longer capable of fighting.
The slightly cold wind flapped the broken hat, exposing more of his face.
One can vaguely see that his face is very handsome, and there is also a strange charm, but he is paler than yesterday, without a trace of blood.
"I guessed that your right hand would be very powerful, but I didn't expect you to be so powerful."
He looked at Xuanyuan Po and said: "Back then you were made an exception and entered the Qing Yun Ranking without even fighting in the Orthodox Academy. Thinking about it now, Old Man Tianji really has some discernment."
Xuanyuan Po was covered in blood, stood on the spot and said: "But I failed to defeat you."
The young man wearing the hat was silent for a while, then said: "Your talent is indeed very strong, and the exercises Chen Changsheng chose for you are also very strong and suitable. But the so-called sky thunder is still born in the rain clouds. But I am not a man of the world, I was born on the clouds, how can your thunder hit me?"
When he said this, his voice trembled slightly, and his face became even paler.
Obviously, in order to receive Xuanyuan Po's punch, he also paid a considerable price, far from being as easy as Xiaode thought.
But what really made his voice tremble slightly and his face paler was because what he said was a lie—he was the most honorable king in the world, possessing supreme pride and dignity, yet he had to use other methods to face such a lowly opponent. The method, but also to lie, which made him feel very humiliated.
What Xuanyuan Po used just now was the most powerful move of Tianlei Yinli.
Even if he wanted to take this move head-on, he would have to pay a great, even heavy, price.
But next, he has to complete the most important historical mission in the past thousand years in Baidi City. He must look invulnerable, so that he cannot be injured.
So he didn't use his own cultivation base strength to defeat Xuanyuan Po, but used other means.
At the beginning, his left hand was behind his back, not because he underestimated the enemy or was calm and confident, but because he wanted to make sure that he could untie something from his belt at any time.
That thing is a stone seal.
Feeling the hard touch of the seal from his palm, he felt more and more unpleasant.
In order to conceal this unpleasant mood, he wanted to appear more calm.
His gaze landed on the iron sword at Xuanyuan Po's waist, and he said, "If you use this sword, it may last longer."
Xuanyuan Po looked at his clenched left fist, shook his head and said, "Even if I use a sword, I'm no match for the thing in your hand."
When he said this, his expression was still so calm, or dull.
The young man wearing the hat felt that his words were full of ridicule and disdain, and there was a cold killing intent in his eyes.