I have a room in Huangquan

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The entire mountain and the ground shook, and the ice and snow above the head suddenly shattered and collapsed, like a flood roaring, rumbling, and surging down.

"Breakthrough!!"

While everyone dodged, they did not forget to look up, only to see a person hanging in mid-air.

An old man of seventy years of age, with white hair dancing wildly, full of vitality and blood, scrolling high into the sky.

The manic psionic energy shattered the clothes on his upper body, revealing a whole body of lean muscles.

"Hurry up!! The camera is aimed at the past!"

The reporter standing at the foot of the mountain, flushed with excitement, urged the photographer to zoom in and focus on the figure in the sky.

For a while, everyone was able to watch the live broadcast on TV, computer or even mobile phone.

As the camera kept zooming in, people were excited, but all of them changed color.

I saw that the old man's lean muscles are enough to make those fitness experts ashamed, but I am afraid that what makes people more ashamed is not the muscles, but the countless scars on the skin.

There was a deep and shallow pit on the chest, like a small whirlpool that made the surrounding muscles twisted together. I can't imagine how bloody the wound was at that time.

A knife wound on the right side of the abdomen spread upward from the lower abdomen to the left rib. Even after years of repair, the knife wound still looked like a dark red centipede, revealing a touch of cruelty, which was daunting and horrifying.

In addition, the old man's shoulders, neck, and back were covered with burns, knife wounds, and bullet holes.

There are countless scars, some of which have faded, leaving only shallow marks, and some are still grim and glaring, which makes one's heart tremble with fear.

If the strong muscles of the old man are like the statue of Hercules in the museum, then these scars are probably enough to turn this artwork into a pile of broken stones.

But for some people, these scars are just unshakable medals, the imprint left by Zhou Qi for the trade union and alliance all his life.

The young people who were complaining and complaining a while ago suddenly shut up.

Some even felt a little ashamed in their hearts.

There are many things that can be faked, but the wounds on the old man's body cannot be faked.

In the eyes of outsiders, these wounds are just terrible.

But in the eyes of those who are familiar with the art of killing, each of these wounds is a journey through the gate of hell.

As long as I compare it a little in my heart, put the wound on my body, and simulate the scene in my heart, I will feel cold all over my body, and my whole body will feel cold.

How many gates of hell do you have to pass to live to this day?

Immediately, they were convinced.

It is indeed well-deserved for the trade union to give this first psychic potion to an old hero like Senior Zhou.

Just when everyone focused all their attention on the top of their heads.

No one noticed that a sound of an engine and incongruous music came to their ears, and then quickly disappeared.

"It's started!"

Ding Xiaoyi came out of the woods, and when he saw the figure on the top of the mountain, a bright light flashed in his eyes.

The other party was suspended in the air, but the blood energy on his body was billowing like a tide.

It seems to be sensing the power of its own rules.

Ordinarily, they have just made a breakthrough, and it will take some time to adapt.

And on the way here, I called Mr. Li and asked him to help me.

For his strange request, Mr. Li naturally readily agreed.

After all, this is a rare opportunity.

It is estimated that at this time, Li Chuanhai is already on his way, and he is almost here.

But he couldn't wait any longer, and after eating Chi meat and Chi Dan, his whole body became extremely hot and hot.

Like a red-hot iron furnace.

After covering his whole body with a majestic spiritual energy, he jumped up, like a shooting star against the sky, and appeared in the camera's picture in the next second.

"what is that?"

The camera quickly captured Ding Xiaoyi's figure.

It's a pity that it was a large mass of terrifying spiritual energy, like a mass of burning flames, and it was impossible to see the true face of the figure under the spiritual light.

Everyone was horrified, just because this surge of spiritual energy was like a hot furnace.

Someone tried to stop him, but before he could get close, he was knocked away by the huge spiritual energy.

For a moment, his figure seemed like an unrivaled demon king, walking forward quickly, unstoppable.

In order to deal with some changes that occurred when the old man Zhou Qi advanced, there are naturally many masters around.

There was a "collapse" in the darkness, that was the sound of the bowstring being let go.

The source of this voice is far away, but at this moment, it gives people a feeling that the voice penetrates deep into the internal organs, making everyone feel so sad that they want to vomit blood.

At the same time, an arrow suddenly shot at Ding Xiaoyi from a very far away place.

The point of the arrow flashed with a strong purple light, as if it paused in mid-air, draining the surrounding air, and then revived violently, arriving in an instant.

The terrifying power above is no less than the disaster level.

"[Yu Jigong] The trade union even brought this thing!!"

Everyone was shocked, the guild had three cataclysmic spirit-level town spirit boxes, all of which were left by the powerhouses in the guild who had broken through after dying. reduced to ashes.

Before dying, the psychic creatures who advanced together with them were sealed into the spirit box.

These three town spirit boxes are the [God of War] that appeared in District 25 and the [Big Pendulum Clock] in the union headquarters. The last one is this [Yuji Gong]

No one knew that this big killer was actually deployed here.

My heart suddenly set off monstrous waves.

Ding Xiaoyi's heart tightened, and when he sensed the danger, instead of hiding, he calmed down, awakened his power of decomposition, and punched the arrow.

Chapter 448: One is not enough to fight (third)

With a blatant punch, there was a sound of "puff" when it collided with the arrow head-on, and the spiritual energy on the arrow suddenly shattered.

His omnipotent disintegration power can only disintegrate half of the arrow's strength.

His own fist pierced through it alive.

Fortunately, the flying trajectory of the arrow has also changed, tearing off a long strip of flesh on his arm, and then refracting it into the air while the flesh and blood fly across.

Blood splashed in the air, making everyone excited.

"Injured, hit the opponent hard with an arrow!!" Captured by several surrounding cameras, the splashed blood can be clearly seen.

The people standing at the foot of the mountain and watching cheered.

However, the few old people standing halfway up the mountain watching the battle looked at each other with solemn eyes.

They are almost living fossils in the building of unions and unions.

After years of experience, it is natural to be well-informed, and in some major events, some even participated in person.

Not counting this time, [You Ji Gong] has been dispatched no more than three times in total.

Every time, just one arrow, the terrifying power is enough to kill the opponent.

That's why, after seeing [You Ji Gong], the old people present were all terrified.

But although the other party was injured, the terrifying spiritual energy surrounding him did not weaken at all.

This shows that the injury is not serious at all, and the opponent's strength is probably far beyond their imagination.

In fact, they didn't know that Ding Xiaoyi, who was standing there at this time, felt a cool feeling from his arm inexplicably, even though he was injured.

It made his hot body feel cool for a moment.

In fact, if he wanted, Fang Cai could smash Fang Cai's arrow with one punch, but he didn't want to reveal his identity, so he couldn't use eye exercises.

Secondly, I came here in a hurry just to get beaten.

Since someone offered to help, I could not have wished for it, so I just wanted to verify whether the bad old man's words had lied to me.

As for the injury on his arm, it looked bloody and bloody, but in fact he didn't care at all.

The body that has been reborn a long time ago, and poured with the painstaking efforts of the ancestor Xuantong, is so tough. Under the torn flesh, there is no scar on the bones and fascia, and the wound is also recovering quickly at a speed visible to the naked eye.

However, as the wound healed, the heat that subsided from his body surged up even more intensely, burning his heart with irritability.

"Master, remember not to leave traces."

Wangcai reminded at this time.

When Ding Xiaoyi heard this, he nodded immediately, called out the pool of corrosion in the psionic space, waved his hand and splashed it on the ground, destroying all the blood stained on it.

Prevent the union from finding itself through the blood gene bank.

A large pool of corrosion was splashed on it, covering the entire [-]-meter area around it with corrosion in an instant.

Ding Xiaoyi scanned the past with his eyes, and after confirming that there were no omissions, he turned around and continued walking up.

"Quick, another arrow!"

Seeing the burning psychic energy rushing straight to the top of the mountain, no matter whether they were watching the battle standing at the bottom of the mountain or watching it through the live broadcast, they all became nervous.

I hope to shoot another arrow and kill those who are doing damage.

In the deep forest in the distance, four spiritual masters poured all their psychic energy into the spirit-suppressing box in front of them. The spiritual light flickered in the spirit-suppressing box, which echoed with the longbow held by the middle-aged man at the side.

The spine of this longbow seems to be made of a kind of pitch-black metal.

And the bowstring, which is shining with strong spiritual energy, is so thick that it almost reaches the diameter of a human thumb. The important thing is...

The bow is full moon, and the arrow is strung.

The bowstring was already taut, and the muscles and bones on the palm of the hand holding the giant bow were abrupt, and the thick skin glowed dead white.

The middle-aged man howled wildly, the veins on his forehead were bulging, and his face looked extremely painful.

It seems that he is also suffering great pain.

On the bowstring, the arrowhead of an arrow seems ordinary, but it gives people a feeling of dipping a little in the molten gold, and there is a scorching golden light shining.

"Go to hell!!"

As soon as he loosened his fingers, "Boom!!" There was a loud noise.

At the same time as the arrow was shot, the strong impact force penetrated the middle-aged man's whole body, causing his hair, which was not much at all, to flutter and fly with the wind, dissipating and annihilating in the air bit by bit.

Immediately, he knelt heavily on the ground, panting heavily, his red eyes seemed to be bleeding.

But the first thing he did was to open his eyes wide, wanting to see the result clearly.

In the air, there was a huge rumbling sound, which actually formed a feeling like a sonic boom. A golden light passed over the heads of everyone, and the electric light, like a terrifying giant knife, circled around and shot directly at the huge group of spiritual flames.

"After all, it's not your strength, boring!"

Sensing the power of the attack and killing, Ding Xiaoyi has no need to hold back this time.

I have already confirmed that the bad old man's words are correct.

And even if he was beaten, although the arrow was powerful, it was not at all pleasant to dissipate the hot feeling on his body.

It's like a handjob, you pull the trigger for a few seconds.

How could it be as comfortable as Gatlin, who was in blue fire.

Then I saw that Ding Xiaoyi's whole body was agitated with spiritual energy, and facing the incoming arrow, a black dagger appeared between his hands, and he slashed towards the arrow.

An astonishing electric arc erupted from the handle of the dagger, illuminating the entire world into darkness.

Although this arrow was carefully crafted by the trade union and specially used for [Yang Youji], in front of the Xuantong beast's nails, it was nothing but rotten iron.

Coupled with the power of his own disintegration, this seemingly terrifyingly powerful arrow is bound to be vulnerable.

But in the eyes of outsiders, it is not such a picture.