It was indeed not a sneak attack.
Even Ning Que had to admit that it was not a sneak attack after analyzing it.
Because the fist appeared very openly, and it was at least a hundred feet away from his face. No one could sneak attack from a distance of more than a hundred feet. Arrows could, but not fists.
The reason why the fist could be seen was that the moment it appeared, all the fog in the mountain path was forcibly dispersed by the fist wind into smaller particles, and could no longer obstruct vision.
The smooth and steep stone wall was clear.
The mountain path was clear.
That was why Ning Que could see the fist.
And the middle-aged man who was as strong as a mountain.
He had no time to think, let alone see the appearance of the middle-aged man clearly, because the fist bigger than a bowl, after shattering the fog in the passage, almost came to him without a pause.
In his sight, the fist instantly became countless times bigger.
Because the fist was so fast, the wind in the narrow passage did not have time to swell, but was compressed and stuck to the smooth stone wall. Then all the sound disappeared, and there was a deathly silence.
It was not a sneak attack, but it was more terrible than a sneak attack, because it was an absolute kill relying on super strength!
In the face of such a fist that could expel the air and seemed to move faster than sound, Ning Que only had time to make one move. It was a move that he had done countless times before his death since he was a child. He was extremely familiar with it.
The strange cry caused by the strong threat of death was still brewing in his chest and abdomen, and the skin that was stimulated by the shadow of death did not have time to stand up. The big black umbrella had already opened, like a piece of the night sky, blocking in front of him.
The fist fell on the surface of the big black umbrella.
The big black umbrella did not break, and there was nothing in the world that could break it for the time being. But the thick and greasy surface of the umbrella sank deeply at that moment, and there was a very exaggerated deformation. This was the most serious deformation of the big black umbrella since it appeared in the world, so it could be imagined what kind of power the fist carried.
In the second moment that could not be seen by the naked eye, and even time lost its effect, the thick surface of the big black umbrella began to recover, and with the recovery, the incredible and terrible power passed to the umbrella.
The umbrella handle left Ning Que's purlicue, leaving several deep white lacerations. The blood was still in the lacerations and had no time to ooze out, because the third instant was also the instant that transcended time.
Ning Que's eyes reflected the color of the big black umbrella, and then suddenly brightened for a moment. He began to suck in his abdomen, exhale, and flatten his chest. His feet began to stand on tiptoe, ready to leave the ground.
Before these subtle movements could be completed, the handle of the big black umbrella had already stabbed into his chest.
Fortunately, he had already made these preparations in such a short period of time, so he did not die.
The handle of the big black umbrella fell like a mountain, directly hitting his chest.
Ning Que's feet left the ground, his chest and abdomen sunk, and then he flew up.
That terrifying mountain-like strength gradually diminished during the long journey.
For this, he paid a very heavy price, and blood spurted out like a waterfall.
Although the pain in his chest kept tearing his body like a devil, and the fear of death kept stabbing his mind, his eyes were still calm and focused. He kept trying to adjust his posture while flying backward, and at the same time, the primordial Qi deep in his lower abdomen quickly spread to his limbs, trying to use the remains left by Youngest Uncle to repair his injuries.
But the fist would not give him time.
In fact, the fist did not stop at all.
Even the big black umbrella could not block the fist, even for a short moment.
Ning Que was hit and flew.
The fist also flew up.
It followed him coldly and powerfully like Yama.
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The passage leading from the Devil's Doctrine to the outside of the Tianqi Mountains was very secretive. In order to ensure that no one could see it from the outside or on the mountain, it was very narrow. Therefore, when the fist broke through the fog and hit Ning Que, it had to pass by the three girls who had just reacted.
Of course, the first one to attack was Mo Shanshan.
How could she watch Ning Que be beaten to death? She felt the horrible power in the fist, and the aura of the middle-aged man was as sharp as metal and stone, and even faintly stronger than that of her Master. Under the pressure of many factors, the most excellent female Talisman Master in the world finally stimulated an unprecedented ability, and drew the most powerful Half Divine Talisman in the blink of an eye!
The distant talisman intent condensed in the passage, and a strong airflow steamed here.
However, the fist did not hesitate and directly blasted over.
The airflow was completely broken, and the talisman intent was completely destroyed.
The second one to attack was the Tao Addict, Ye Hongyu.
In fact, she did not want to attack, because she was the first one to recognize the identity of the middle-aged man. She knew that he was a visiting professor of the Divine Hall, and she knew how powerful he was. Moreover, she did not like Ning Que at all. If that shameless guy was directly smashed into meat paste by this fist, she would not shed a tear.
However, she had to attack, because she found that the fist was so perfect.
Only an emotionless person could deliver such a perfect punch, and only an irreversible punch could be unstoppable. In an instant, she understood that even if the other party recognized her, there was no way he would allow such a perfect punch to be flawed in the slightest. This punch had been infused with the most absolute determination, and this was the attitude that the person who delivered the punch had towards the world.
She stood on the path that the fist had to pass, so she could only display the most powerful invisible Taoist Sword and cut it down. She did not have any hope for this sword, because she knew that even if she was still in the Knowing Destiny State, she was far from being a match for the middle-aged man. She even thought that even the Great Divine Priest of Judgment was not as powerful as the opponent.
Sure enough, the most powerful invisible Taoist Sword of the Tao Addict was like a wooden sword of a child in front of this fist. It suddenly collapsed and shattered, and instantly became invisible, leaving no trace in the passage.
The last one to attack was Tang Xiaotang.
Because she thought that as a disciple of the Enlightenment Doctrine, the exit might be full of the so-called righteous cultivators of the Central Plains, so she insisted on standing at the back.
She did not know who the middle-aged man was, but she guessed who he was. So there was no fear in her clear eyes, but a trace of excitement.
The excitement was not because she believed that she could defeat the opponent. In fact, she knew that it was impossible for her to defeat the opponent. So she did not fight head-on like she did with the Snowfield Direwolves, nor did she slash Prince Long Qing with the blood-red giant knife. Instead, she crossed her arms in front of her body, making the strongest defense she could make.
Unsurprisingly, the cross-shaped arms hit back on her delicate chest heavily, and instantly dispersed.
The fist style of this fist was always focused on Ning Que. It only occasionally passed by the three girls, and did not release its real power. However, this kind of passing by was like a flood passing by a small mountain village, destroying everything.
Ning Que closed the big black umbrella with a swoosh, letting it help him regain his balance like a black tail. Looking at the fist that was getting closer and closer, his eyes were calm and focused, and his left hand had already grasped the hilt of the knife behind him.
The shadow of death was right in front of him, because the fist was right in front of him. He was very afraid. The experience of struggling for survival in the past years told him that the more dangerous the situation was, the more calm he had to be.
Many times, it was this calmness that had successfully kept him away from death.
He hoped that it could be the same today.
It was as if Haotian or Yama had heard his prayer, moved by his calmness in the face of death. The fragments of information that Master Lotus had imprinted in his spiritual world suddenly came to life.
Ning Que could not understand those things, but he understood the fist.
He even thought of many ways to deal with it without reason. Those ways were so wonderful and unimaginable, but … those ways required a state that he could not reach now!
Was this the absolute difference in the power of the state?
Ning Que looked at the fist, and there was finally a trace of despair in his eyes.
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From the moment he broke through the fog to the moment he arrived in front of Ning Que, the middle-aged man who was as burly as a mountain had only punched once.
After pondering for many days by the Hulan Sea, he threw away all the shackles of the world and decided to make a complete break with the past. This was a punch that gathered all the spirit of a powerhouse at the peak of Martial Arts in the world.
Just one of these punches was enough to beat the four young experts like dogs.
Such a punch could not be stopped at all. There were not many people in the world who were worthy of his punch twice.
And no one could make this punch stop.
The Tang Emperor could not, and neither could the West-Hill Divine Palace hierarch.
However, when the fist was about to touch Ning Que, it stopped.
Such a decisive and perfect punch, which Ye Hongyu thought was a one-way trip, stopped in front of Ning Que just like that.
This change between extreme movement and extreme stillness showed the middle-aged man's incredible state of Martial Arts.
Yes, no one in the world could make this punch stop, except for the middle-aged man himself.
However, this punch came from Tuyang City thousands of miles away, across the plains and the lake, with endless determination, and even with the determination to be the enemy of the world. Why did it stop at this moment?
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A scholar had appeared beside Ning Que out of nowhere.
This scholar had straight eyebrows and wide eyes, and looked amiable. He wore an old robe and a pair of broken straw shoes. A wooden dipper was tied to his waist, and an old book was stuck in it. He was covered with dust, but he looked extremely clean.
It was hard to tell how old the scholar was, and he did not reveal any powerful aura. He just stood quietly beside Ning Que, and even seemed a little honest and dull.
However, as long as he stood there, no matter how strong the punch was, no matter how decisive it was, the punch that could not be stopped had to stop, and did not dare to move forward at all.
Because he was the Eldest Brother of the Academy.
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