Chapter 233 Deep ambush
on the stage.
The majestic eyes suddenly brightened and saw the beauty of nature that had always been neglected behind the house. Among them, every tree, every sunset, every fallen leaf contains an inner universe, an inner eternal truth, and a beauty that transcends the essence and existence of objects.
In his sharp eyes, which has always only been able to judge the enemy's situation, the world has never been as beautiful as it is.
A sense of inexplicable joy surged from the deep heart.
After countless fights, there is always a feeling in my heart that I am a little calm and even see through the world. If I am a Shaolin disciple, I must also be a very qualified Fumen disciple.
He is not despheming the other party. Xiong Feng knows that any opponent is an existence that cannot be ignored. After today, there may be stronger opponents waiting for him tomorrow, so every fight is for Xiong Feng to survive, and every battle will not be regarded as the last battle, because There is still a long way ahead. Who knows what will happen to this martial arts?
Xiongfeng's mood at this time is not a joy from gains and losses, nor is it a joy born from something, but a nameless, selfless, worry-free, and ecstasy.
The past is far away, the future is still long, and there are still many people who need him to know or defeat. It will not exist in the future, but at a certain moment in the future, at that moment, he hopes to see Ouyang Hongmen, who has been the first master in the world for 60 years, and then defeat him.
This is the moment when the majestic wind is destined to wait.
It was full of people. In a small empty place in the distance, Yang Jing and Gu Lian both looked at the most controversial young man in the world. There was a majestic wind there, but maybe it was a kind of surprise or doubt in Gu Lian's heart, but for Yang Jing, it was only worship.
Gu Lian's ground is surprisingly dark, and there is no usual keen reaction.
Yang Jing collapsed and said, "I can feel that there are many masters watching in the distance."
Gu Lian also hummed: "Since we can feel the existence of the master, how can the master not feel us? Since we choose to ambush anyone is not a fuel-efficient lamp. If I guess correctly, the people of the magic religion have already ambushed here. In fact, including us here, even the masters he arranged around here. I am at a loss about our whereabouts. If I were to escape this time, 20 years later, I must make a new assessment of the strength of the demonic army.
Yang Jing frowned and said rudely, "Miss Gu, are you afraid? It's still too late to repent now.
Gu Lian cursed and said angrily, "Seeing your big head ghost, I, Gu Lian, is not a treacherous person. Since I have been seen by you to the test today, I have already been psychologically prepared. Maybe Pucheng and his wife are also nearby."
The sound of hoofs came.
A man walked in here. Yang Jing saw him wearing a gorgeous suit, with a black and shining head, hanging against the long hair with wide shoulders. His crystal clear skin was more like the sunshine in the night, and his majestic figure similar to that of Li Ruohai. He stood on the road, just like a mountain that no one could cross.
His flashing eyes seemed to see through everything in the world, and it seemed that nothing could hide from him and deceive him.
He is watching the majestic wind on this stage.
In fact, Yang Jinglian, Zeng Rushan, Shen Dadao and others were not the only one who explained that they were worried about this arrival.
Xiong Feng took a look and knew that the person who came was Mo Yu, the little magician who had an appointment with him that day. Xiong Feng sighed in his heart that he was definitely not here alone and was worried about Tang Xiaorou's safety for a while.
Zeng folded a branch with a long gun and smiled and shouted, "Come again!"
Then there was a long roar, his head high and hissed, and the speed was automatically increased to the limit, and a flash rushed to the majestic wind standing in the heart of the road with his hands.
The distance was quickly reduced from 30 feet to 10 feet.
On the pile of mixed people, a figure flashed back like a waterfall, forming thousands of light and shadow color lines.
Xiong Feng's eyes did not blink, and his eyes only stared at Zeng Zhi.
Nine feet, eight feet, seven feet...
Zhang Erhong gun came to the hand of Zeng Zhi.
six feet, five feet...
The martial arts hall was invincible in those years, and the head of the invincible red gun trembled, making a snoring scream, and even the sudden thunderous hoofs could not be concealed.
Three feet, two feet...
The martial arts hall was invincible in those years, and the head of the invincible red gun trembled, making a snoring scream, and even the sudden thunderous hoofs could not be concealed.
Three feet, two feet...
The male wind, who had been standing still, was automatically without wind. The cloak rolled up, the black hair flew down, gently pressed his feet on the ground, and slowly rose from the ground, just like standing on an invisible seat rising from the ground.
The divine light appeared in the eyes of the broken branches, and the red gun suddenly exploded and turned into a gun shadow all over the sky. I didn't know that it was true.
The people around the strong wind bent out one after another, and the leaves scattered in the woods behind the house.
One foot.
Xiong Feng's hand on his back split, waved his palm with his left hand, slowly turned around, and hit Zeng's broken branch with one palm.
His movements are extremely slow, but he once knew that the speed of his palm was not inferior to his lightning red gun.
That kind of contradiction in time can really make people look at it and can't help feeling stuffy in their chest and want to spit blood.
The palm print is constantly changing over a short period of time.
At this time, Zeng's body crossed the top of Xiongfeng's head and reached the highest point of throwing. Eight feet from the ground, it began to fall from high and down about ten feet behind Pangban.
From meeting to each other, there is no time buffer among them.
It's like when you see two electric fires, they have hit each other.
The victory or defeat of life and death is decided in an instant.
A whirlwind.
"Papa!"
The red gun is broken.
......
The thirteenth set of palm attack that once folded branches could not stop the majestic wind, and the whole person flew backwards with a red gun of two halves.
Zeng jumped up into the sky like lightning and hugged Zeng Zhezhi and said, "Son, it's all over. It's time to go home!"
The two slowly landed, gradually from the dominance of this move, and the holy hand of Zeng Rushan was also a hidden existence in everyone's eyes.
Yang Jing exclaimed, "Is this the power of innate creation?"
Gu Lian laughed and said, "The good show has just begun."
A trace of blood stains overflowed from the corners of his mouth. After a long time, he said, "I haven't used to disperse gas. I can't lose!"
Hearing the words, Zeng Rushan sighed and picked up his seriously injured son and walked back slowly.
Tang Xiaorou under the stage applauded Xiong Feng for the first time. Xiong Feng turned around and looked at Tang Xiaorou affectionately. The breeze suddenly rose and killed everywhere.
What comes for is the grandeur.