The wind didn't have time to wrap around, people's eyes didn't have time to blink, and the exclamation didn't have time to exit.

The knife had come to Xuanyuan's body, and his neck was about to be cut off, and his head was about to fall.

The demon official had already prepared in advance, but suddenly found that Nietzsche's knife was faster than he expected, and he was too late to stop it. The little official behind the table was also prepared in his heart, but it was still difficult to suppress the joy in his heart, but the smile was too late.

It was a very short time segment, the sound was too late to spread, and there was silence around the ring, filled with a panic atmosphere.

What finally broke the silence and returned the time flow to normal was a very clear voice.

It was not the sound of a knife wiping, nor the bone sound of the head falling to the ground, but a muffled noise.

It was like the ripe fruit fell on the hard ground and smashed a rotten.

It's like the skin sac filled with wine was flattened by the head of the Xiang clan.

More like a fist smashed into the mud.

Yes, this sound is the most like, because this is what really happened.

Nizhe's iron sword is lightning fast, but Xuanyuan's fist is faster.

His fist was so fast that no one could see it, even the afterimage.

When the iron knife was half a foot away from his neck, his fist had already hit Nizhe's face.

The unimaginable great power fell with the fist.

Nizhe's face began to deform, the bridge of his nose collapsed, his orbit was split, his jaw was torn, and countless blood spread like blossoming petals to the surroundings.

Under Xuanyuan's fist, his face looked like a puddle of mud.

His neck was broken almost at the same time, his head turned back and hung on his back.

It looked like a heavy red fruit hanging on the branch.

This picture looks strange and terrifying.

It is worthy of being a long-known demon clan strongman. Nizhe did not die immediately. The cracked throat made an inexplicable sound and shook it several times on the ring before finally falling to the ground, accompanied by those The ugly and unpleasant juice splashed and died.

There was no sound in the ring up and down.

The carp deacon looked at Xuanyuan broken, his expression a little trance.

Those who haven't had time to exclaim, dull look, forgot to exclaim.

The little official was preparing to celebrate Xuanyuan's death, and his smile finally appeared, but it was even uglier than crying.

Xuanyuan looked at his fist, slightly startled.

Then he looked at Nizhe's body and shook his head, saying, "You are too fast."

Participating in the Heavenly Election Ceremony today, he never thought of killing people.

It's just that the opponent's knife came too fast, and the murderous intention came too fierce.

How can power be turned into speed? How can we maximize the speed?

Don't be so popular, don't be too deliberate

Start with your heart.

Fall as you like.

Although there was no formal ceremony, Xuanyuan Po was once a teacher, and Luoluo was Chen Changsheng's only female student.

From this point of view, he was originally from the old temple of Xining Township, and he was a student of the National College of Education and lived with Chen Changsheng for a long time.

Whether it is according to one's heart or following one's heart, one cultivates the mind, and the mind is the only way in the world that cannot be cultivated.

He said that his opponent's knife was too fast. He was not telling cool stories, but he was telling the truth.

The knife was too fast for him to think, to think about, only to act instinctively.

You don’t need to think about it.

...

...

Xuanyuan broke down the ring.

The onlookers automatically separated like the tide.

The demon official, looking at Xuanyuan's figure, raised his eyebrows slightly, summoned his subordinates, and asked him to check Xuanyuan's origin.

In the first match, Xuan Yuanbo used his power to directly fool the Xiangzi children, which had shocked him and the Presbyterian officials.

But that was certainly not as strong as the shock that this field brought him.

Because Nizhe is a real strong monster.

The demon official was very sure when he saw the picture of Ninety Lightning's sword, even he was not Ninety's opponent.

However, Nizhe was defeated by this bear young man!

If Nizhe is a real powerhouse, what is this young bear family?

...

...

Xuanyuan broke to the little table.

This is the third time he came to this small table today.

The face of the official he knew has also changed many times.

At first, the little official's face was full of contempt and mockery, then shock and avoidance, then humiliation and resentment.

Now, the little official's face was extremely pale, as if he had been caught in the wind, but sweating again and again.

Especially when Xuanyuan broke to the table and the shadow fell on him, he was sweating like sweat and instantly drenched his clothes.

An clerk was watching, some worried asked: "Cao Si, are you all right?"

Xuanyuan broke through to know the name of this little official.

The little officer responded a little vaguely, raised his sleeves and kept wiping the sweat, but where did he wipe it clean.

Xuan Yuanbo knew why he was so, but did not bother. After the directory was confirmed, he left.

The little official looked up, looking at Xuanyuan's broken back, and couldn't help thinking about the words he said in the tavern the day before yesterday.

At that time he had drunk a lot of wine and had forgotten many things, but today was so frightened that he had already remembered all those words.

"Isn't this just a waste!"

"This kind of waste bragging, do you still really believe it? The master of the Tianhai family... Simply say that Tianhai is better than Xue!"

"Bear Cub, stop for me!"

"You look at his hand, this is a waste, without any effort, just a dishwashing, and you said that you are the supervisor of the National College of Education?"

"That's the Guojiao College! If you have that skill, will you stay here to wash dishes?"

Thinking that day he actually scolded this person for so much nonsense, his sweat flowed faster.

To remember that day, he spit a sputum in front of this person, he even felt dizzy, and soon fainted.

Xuanyuan broke out of the crowd, came to the street corner, took out the beef bun from the paper bag and ate it.

After the first game ended, he found that the game was really exhausting, so he went to the bun shop and bought the last drawer of beef buns.

As expected, he only hit two punches so far, and he felt extremely hungry.

The buns were cold and the gravy was slightly condensed, which was not too tasty, but he was very attentive.

People are also very attentive.

There is still a fierce battle in the ring, but no one pays any attention.

All eyes fell on the street outside, on Xuanyuan's body, on his hand.

As if the meat bun in his hand is the best thing in the world.

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