Where?

This is no longer a category of martial arts.

If Ren Hao can't answer this question, his martial arts will be dead. If he can answer it, the sword will not be damaged at all.

But unfortunately, not everyone is qualified to answer this question.

Even if you know the answer.

But Zhang Moye asked with a sword, how should you answer?

This is impossible to take advantage of.

This answer cannot be answered in words.

"If you ask me, I will answer you!"

Ren Hao laughed loudly, as if he had put down all his worries and threw away all his burdens. At this moment, he breathed once, and in the face of the sword light, he punched forward.

Slow, dull, simple and unparalleled, extremely fierce.

Liangyi Divine Fist.

It is still the Liangyi Divine Fist. This is the only boxing technique in Ren Hao's hands that can be compared with Zhang Moye's peerless martial arts. He is not Zhang Moye, and he is not as blessed as him.

This set of boxing is the greatest blessing in Ren Hao's fate.

He is not as stunning as Zhang Moye, nor is he astonishing as Zhang Moye, nor is he astonishing as Zhang Moye, nor is he astonishing as Zhang Moye, and he is astonishing as an era.

He and Zhang Moye are like two extremes.

He could only do his best to play the few cards he had at his best.

He could not think that Zhang Moye was as free and easy as he could. He had his responsibilities, his life, and his martial arts!

This sword...

What you ask is "Tao"!

"Clang"

When you hit the punch, the strength of the fist will be solid and not dissipated.

The world in front of everyone was vast and there was no way out in a flash. Ren Hao's punch also brought out the boxing spirit that he had tempered to the top.

Ren Hao's artistic conception is not as domineering as Zhang Moye's Wentian Yijian, nor is it as bold as changing the world.

It was extremely ordinary at first.

It’s like a young child practicing martial arts in the autumn wind and fallen leaves, or like a knight with a hat, moving forward in the wind and snow all over the sky.

Not at all free, not at all free.

Even with a sense of embarrassment.

It was like a soldier holding a spear, lying in the enemy formation with his comrades on the battlefield.

It is also like an ascetic traveler carrying the mountain moving forward, moving forward step by step.

It was more like a drooping old man who was trapped in a deep pool of mud, moving forward with a wooden stick, covered in mud.

But no matter how miserable or tired, how entangled or painful it is.

Those backs never stopped, and they didn’t have time to complain about life.

They never looked up at the sky and asked where the road was.

They don't ask about this.

They just kept moving forward.

Follow the initially selected direction, move forward, no matter whether it is a sea of ​​swords, no matter whether it is a sea of ​​swords, no matter how much injuries you are, no matter how heavy the things you carry.

Just walk forward.

It doesn’t matter whether there is a road or not. Even if there is really no road, it won’t be possible to sabotage one?

road...

It's right under your feet.

Hesitate to the spot and ask what the meaning of a hard life journey is?

When a stunning genius and indulging in vain doubts, the dull and persistent people have already traveled all over the world.

This is Ren Hao’s answer.

The meaning of the bitter travel fist is like a lamp in the world in a daze.

At this moment, the candlelight was lit, and the fire was only a small point at the beginning, but it was like a flame spreading, igniting the earth in the wind, hanging upwards, and then igniting the sky.

Between heaven and earth, there is a blazing fire.

In the flames, Ren Hao, who was holding a heavy fist, walked quickly. Wentian's sword was shattered by Liangyi's fist force, and the second punch hit Zhang Moye's waist and abdomen, which made the leader of the Demon Sect bent down.

"Bang"

The third punch hit his chin, and Zhang Moye staggered back. This was probably the most embarrassing time he had ever been in the world.

And all the artistic conception disappeared at this moment.

But this last punch was powerless.

Ren Hao can no longer exert any more strength.

All his power was used to answer Zhang Moye's questions.

These last three punches are weaker than the other, and the last fist hitting the chin is no heavier than the young boy's punch.

Ren Hao's body shook for a moment, and the boiling true energy around him was extinguished like a candle fire at this moment. He had a smile on his cracked face and fell to the ground. Zhang Moye stretched out his hand to hold his head.

The leader's body fell to the ground with no blood flowing out. The blood on his body almost dried up that night.

"That's my answer."

Ren Hao looked at Zhang Moye and said:

"Are you satisfied?"

"Not satisfied, it's too rustic."

Zhang Moye chuckled, his tone was gentle, just like a joke between friends.

Ren Hao also coughed a few times and laughed.

He asked softly:

"I won, Zhang Moye, are you convinced?"

"I'm convinced, Lord Leader. You won, I lost, but don't be too happy too early. I fought seven times, I won six times, and you won once.

It's far from it."

After saying that, Zhang Moye raised his head and looked around. At this moment, he felt relieved. Under the witness of the entire world, he said:

"You all saw it!"

"Ren Hao broke my two moves, and there was no need to fight for the last move, I lost. From now on, Ren Hao from Nantong will be the best in the world!

Anyone, don't accept it?"

Above the entire hill, there was a moment of silence.

No one is dissatisfied.

No one even dared to whine.

Yang Tao, who knew Zhang Moye very well, even lowered her head at this moment.

Zhang Moye looked calm, but the more this time, the more dangerous he was. Yang Tao was almost certain that if someone really dared to make noise.

No matter what his identity or origin, they are all dead.

No one can save him in heaven and earth.

"Very good, everyone has witnessed it and spread this all over the world!"

Zhang Moye gave a casual command, just like instructing the Demon Cultists.

But no one refuted it.

He looked down at Ren Hao, his lips curled up, and he stood up with a smile. He didn't care about the blood on Ren Hao's body, which stained his robe.

He said:

"I was defeated by Ren Hao, so as the leader of the Demon Cult, I would like to say here that after tonight, there will be no Demon Cult in the world! If anyone dares to walk around under the banner of the Demon Cult, and when Zhang is free, he will talk to him.

This matter will also spread all over the world!

Shen Qiu, you are the only relative of Ren Hao. Come with me and see you off for Uncle Ren.”

Zhang Moye waved and said:

"The others, stay here. Yang Tao, Dacha, Huang Wusan, Lin Wandong, Wujiu, Yuanwu! You six of you are guarding!
Chapter completed!