The Eternal Life of His Majesty

One palm, one print

On the empty highway, a bright moon hung in the sky, and birds and animals were silent.

Under the moonlight at night, the old figure was like a heavy mountain, and it was too heavy to be inhaled by Mo Qinglian and Xiao Wu.

“I don't know if the sky is high and the earth is thick, I want to see if you can still be so arrogant and arrogant while kneeling in front of Shishu Liu!” Li Hu smiled contemptuously, looking at Qin Xuan like a dead man.

At this time, Liu Jingling moved.

His body stepped slowly, and in an instant, his figure nearly pierced through the night, his fist was like a hammer, and a faint bloody qi was wrapped in his fist.

"Master Qin be careful!"

Mo Qinglian exclaimed, he clearly remembered that the blocked hand in front of the car was also wrapped by such bloody qi.

How terrifying could even a speeding car be stopped? If a pair of fists touched a human body .. Mo Qinglian's back felt cold, and he let out a cold sweat, and he couldn't imagine the sight.

But never thinking that Qin Xuan was facing this pair of iron hands, those calm and watery eyes did not even seem to have ripples.

It was as if facing not a master, but a weak night wind.

Liu Jingling was furious, especially when she saw the boy's expression that had never changed at all, his face was even more cruel.

“Is this Mr Qin a stupid fear?” Han Feng frowned, a little cynical.

Li Hu laughed and said, "Haha, Master Liu is here, what is Master Qin, and what is the difference between trash?"

The two stood far away, looking at the motionless Qin Xuan, mocking and mocking all over their faces.

Liu Jingling's pair of iron hands was famous for its horrors in Haiqing. He once struck a giant python that was over 30 meters long in the Amazon jungle to death. The palms are not too much.

Even steel can be easily penetrated, let alone the human body?

In their eyes, Qin Xuan's actions were merely seeking death!

The fist drew closer, and Qin Xuan's pupils continued to enlarge, When he was three meters away, Qin Xuan moved.

Unknowingly, his hand had turned into a jade color, shining with a gentle luster at night.

In this scene, Liu Jingling frowned slightly.

But soon, he brushed it off with a smile, "Attack with me, that might be your worst choice!"

the explosion!

Fists and palms met, and in an instant, green houses suddenly appeared, and two shades of green and red seemed to mix in the hands of the two.

At the same time, there were four more footprints on the highway that could accommodate trucks, the footprints cracked, and the cracks spread around like spider webs.

"what?"

This time, Liu Jingling's expression changed.

He felt pain in his fist like acupuncture. He had been holding his fist for decades, and at this moment he was making a crackling sound. A pair of fists seemed to touch the tank, not the palm of the hand.

Not only that, but there was also a domineering thunder light that was constantly destroying the energy of his gang. The qi gang that was once unfavorable in the past became weak and miserable under the terrifying thunder.

"not good!"

Liu Jingling's facial expression changed suddenly, she knew that if she did not retreat, her qi qi would be completely destroyed by the blue lightning sooner or later. Without the protection of qi qi, his fists would be nothing more than ordinary humans.

Liu Jingling deserved to be the fierce overlord of Haiqing abroad. Over the years abroad, I do not know how many masters have faced. He made a decisive decision. The internal strength in his body flowed out, and bloody gas surged. At the same time, his feet suddenly stomped on the ground, his back like a Burst cannonball away.

Until he retreated, Qin Xuan's figure remained unchanged, as if it was a tall mountain, unshakable.

"How can you?"

Astonishment flashed across Liu Jingling's face, she looked at Qin Xuan in disbelief.

The other party's anger was so frightening? How old is Lord Qin? The Qi that he had forged over the years was so weak under the opposing qi? Even if the opponent became a grandmaster at the age of ten, how much time did he have to temper his qi with his strength?

Not only was Liu Jingling shocked, but Mo Qinglian couldn't help covering her slightly opened lips and looked at Qin Xuan in disbelief.

Xiao Wu's eyes shone, he distanced his palms from his chest, and placed the cyan relic he cherished on his chest.

Li Hu and Han Feng's expressions were even more attractive at this moment.

How could they believe that their frightened Master Liu, facing a young grandmaster who was less than twenty years old, was actually retired?

It was as if a tiger was retreating in front of its child, how incredible was it?

“Is this grandmaster Hai Qing?” Qin Xuan smiled faintly, looked at Liu Jingling's ugly face, and said unhurriedly: “Only!”

“Very brave!” Shouted Li Hu and Han Feng together.

Liu Jingling's face was as dark as the night around her at the moment, her body trembled, and a pair of eyes shone with blood.

"A snob!"

He snorted furiously, stomped his feet, and made an explosive sound, like an arrow from a rope.

Liu Jingling rushed towards Qin Xuan again This time, the qi in his fist was as red as blood, and a powerful murderous aura like that of a terrifying ferocious beast, came violently.

"Son, since you want to see King Yama so early, how soon will I drive you!"

Liu Jingling was furious because, as the master of Hai Qing, his hands were covered in blood from the strong. Now, he was actually insulted by a young man who was less than twenty years old?

As the figure approached, Liu Jingling shouted loudly, in an instant, he had no idea how many fists he had punched.

A series of bloody fist prints solidified by gang energy filled the night, crushing the night wind, and that terrifying image made Mo Qinglian and the others hold their breath.

"That's Master Liu's gossip blood blow!"

The eyes of Li Hu and Han Feng shone brightly, staring at the sky filled with the shadow of a fist without blinking, their faces full of envy.

The gossip blood fist was a fist score that was captured by the gossip expert Liu Jingling had killed overseas at the time. Liu Jingling used decades of martial arts experience to make a new breakthrough and create this powerful gossip blood fist.

Their teacher Lin Ge once said that even if it was in the palm of the world, it would definitely not defeat the blood fist of Liu Jingling's gossip unless he used the hand that held the clouds.

"intriguing!"

Qin Xuan suddenly chuckled at this moment.

The sky filled with the shadows of a fist before him that seemed to be in a mess actually contained a way of gossiping, if you want to get rid of it, you can only break through the shadow of that messy fist.

However, how could he get into Qin Changqing's eyes with such a fist? It's just that in this world, I can display some gossip techniques and it feels bright.

Under the envelope of the shadow of the red fist, Qin Xuan moved, and the green strength in his body appeared in his palm, like a thread.

This silk-like mana, in a few moments, weaved into a jade seal the size of a palm.

Xuantian Yin, heaven in Yiyin City!

When this jade seal was made, the blood that permeated at night seemed to stop in an instant.

Qin Xuan held onto the Xuantian Seal and flipped his hand to shoot it.

Boom boom ...

The fist shadow shattered, and the bloody qi broke apart, and spread out at night.

Xuantian Yin was unstoppable, and exploded directly at Liu Jingling's chest, whose expression was stiff and unbelievable.

"Wow!"

At this moment, Liu Jingling vomited blood and flew upside down. There was a slight sound of a bone crack in his chest. The clothes on his upper body were torn, and a bloody gravure appeared on his chest.

One palm and one seal defeated his master!

The young man held a jade seal and stood proudly at night, like a god-like fairy.

Mo Qinglian looked at the figure of the young man who had come arrogantly, for a moment, as if he was insane.