Outside, south of Broken Peak Mountain.
Saint power is diffused, the supreme power is sweeping, the wind and clouds of heaven and earth change color, the dome of the sky is covered with dark clouds, thunder bursts, but the storm is slow to fall.
The Saint level realm of a Saint level strong man diffused out of himself enveloped this short peak terrain, making this place a forbidden area, but this Saint power did not sweep to the whole Broken Peak Mountain, only enveloped the south side of this short peak mountain terrain.
Otherwise, these several Saint level strong, among them is the existence of Sacred Level, the Saint level pressure uncontrolled swept the entire Broken Peak Mountain, that Broken Peak Mountain gathered in the ancient martial artists, in addition to their own strength has reached the Saint The Broken Peak Mountain is a place where all the ancient martial artists have gathered, except those whose strength has reached the Saint level realm, such as the family head, Saint Lord and other big figures, no one can resist.
Even so, those ordinary ancient martial artists on Broken Peak Mountain were all silent and did not dare to move. Even though the holy might did not suppress them, they also sensed it and knew that something terrible must have happened in the south.
Among them, no one dares to go to see, only feel that the short peak terrain is like the existence of a flood of beasts in general, once approaching the past, is completely their own death of self-seeking death.
Reno extreme south look, the eyes of the gaze flashed with a complex color, as the Goodwin family’s family head, he certainly know that there is an ambush attack.
But, how come this battle is not over yet?
Four Saint level powerhouses, two Sacred level existences, all unable to stop an old man of cultivation fallen realm?
Gradually, Reno’s face was somewhat grave.
Theo’s face was originally a little worried, but as the battle began in the southern dwarf peak, feeling the supreme fist intent that carried through the world, his face gradually disappeared, his heart could not help but silently say, the old man’s fist is not old, Lewis is still the same Lewis that can be called the masters bowed down!
Konstantin, Tantai and others also look the same, their faces even with a look of amazement, did not think that Lewis, who had been rumored to have fallen from the realm of multiplication, was still a teenager when he returned!
Such Lewis, who dares to despise?
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South of the short peak.
Old Mr. Miller staggered to his feet, the corners of his mouth spilled blood, he had been wounded.
But he did not care, took out a small wine jug, and with a mouth full of blood to fill a mouthful of wine, such actions seem to have not put the four Saint level strong people in front of the eyes.
Such a strong spirit, so heavy as light, the extreme flow of writing, from which can be seen when Old Mr. Miller when young across Hyacinth’s posture is how wanton and wild.
Simmons’s skin and bones face can not help but slightly moved, few words he could not help but praise, said: “Lewis’s strong, lies in the Grand Vajra Realm Physique, more in the unmatched fist intention! I have never seen Lewis’ style decades ago, but when I saw him tonight, he really lived up to his reputation.”
Simmons said this from the bottom of his heart, although he is now surrounded by Lewis, but it does not affect his respect for Lewis.
Such an opponent, such Lewis, deserves his respect.
Simmons’ words are also true, Old Mr. Millercultivation realm although fallen, but still is able to use his top Hyacinth’s fist to make up for it, but also has Grand Vajra Realm Physique body protection.
So, who wants to think that Old Mr. Millercultivation fallen realm can be arbitrary bullying and killing, that will be a big mistake!
The black-scarfed old man’s gaze was gloomy, he was struck by Old Mr. Miller’s fist that pressed all the males, even if he had Sacred Level’s holy power protection body, under Old Mr. Miller’s unparalleled fist attack, he would definitely be injured.
“Xuanyuan old man, you are an old man, do you want to sit down and rest for a while?” Old Mr. Miller narrowed his eyes and continued, “Good people don’t live long, bad people live a thousand years! This heaven is too unfair, you such a bad ball of old man heaven does not take away earlier. Then it might as well, just use the old man’s fist to take away your old life.”
The black-scarfed old man’s face was unmoved, but the killing intent in his gaze looked more and more severe, he said in a cold voice: “What are you waiting for, Lewis is already wounded, is at the end of his rope, not far from death! Let’s all work together and send him to hell!”
“Ha ha ha ha -” Old Mr. Miller laughed out loud, and then he laughed hard, with an aura of a crossed sword, he said, “I am here, who has the ability to come and take it! ”
During the words, Old Mr. Miller’s aged body had already dimmed a bit of golden aura once again blazed up, dazzling, like an indestructible Vajra Buddha.
In the windy night, this old man, crossed his sword, alone against the four saints, but face unchanged, the gas rushed the bull!
“A dying man, how dare you be arrogant! Kill!”
The black-scarfed old man spoke coldly, and his own Sacred Level aura swept out violently, covering the sky, as vast as the bottomless abyss, accompanied by a killing intent so strong that it was a few points.
The black-scarfed old man evolved the strongest fist momentum, bringing the Goodwin family’s ultimate fist dao to its fullest extent.
In an instant, a fist shadow emerged in the air, containing the power of the Great Sage like a dark river in the surge, the power of the fist out with a strong and unparalleled momentum towards Old Mr. Miller to suppress.
Simmons body a movement, his right hand into a fist, the left hand into a palm, the power of the fist palm intersected into a glow, instantly revealed the killing machine and power, a step up, with the black scarf old man’s supreme fist power, also this attack to kill Old Mr. Miller.
Old Demon and Old Saint Clement also moved, with the two Sacred Level powerhouses, Old Man in the Black Scarf and Simmons, holding Old Mr. Miller at bay, they also used their full strength and arrived in a flash to attack.
“I have nothing else, but I have a pair of fists that have never given in to old age! Let’s fight!”
Old Mr. Miller shouted out, he evolved his fist dao, his fists, turning into two bright fist power streams of light, thus cutting through the sky.
When the magnificent and majestic fist intent contained in his fist power was manifested, it caused a resonance between heaven and earth, emitting a booming sound, and in the darkness, a supreme heaven and earth power was added to himself, making his fist faster, fiercer, and stronger!
Old Mr. Miller basically ignored the attack from Old Demon and Clement old saint, the punch is more as far as possible to their attack to shake back or dissolve the momentum, and then the resonance of the heaven and earth for the power of the fist to meet Simmons’ fist and palm attack, but the power of the stronger fist is the main attack to the black scarf old man.
This punch, Old Mr. Miller is still not avoiding retreat, continue to want to exchange injuries with the black scarf old man.
This time, the black-scarfed old man was smart and had already prepared, so he evolved his fist to resist Old Mr. Miller’s punch, but also the remaining power to punch again, cross-file impact to Old Mr. Miller’s fist attack.
Rumble!
The impact of the terrifying Saint level power rumbled like a thunderstorm, landing on a short peak.
Whoosh!
Old Mr. Miller was forced back and wounded once again by the combined forces of Four Saints.
But this stubborn old man, but again and again to stand up, but again and again to rush up, the lonely figure of the heroic, his fist awning reflects the sky, his fist will envelop the world, he wariness like a pillar of heaven, will always stand.
The corners of his mouth continued to seep blood, he did not stifle a grunt, and did not retreat half a step, Grand Vajra Realm Physique’s golden glow again and again dimmed and again and again blazed up, he vowed to let his fist, let his fist branded in this void!
I have submitted to old age, but my fist – no! Concede! Old!
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