"The power of this claw is really not small, if I want to take the strongest claw of this strong man after accumulating strength, I am afraid that I have to be in the strongest state and urge the Xuantian Divine Sword with all my strength." Hu Tian squinted his eyes slightly, thinking to himself in his heart. Although he hadn't fully recovered from the injuries he had been hit by Mu Xiaojiu last night, this did not prevent him from seeing the reality of the strong man the moment he came out of his claws.

"It's just, why do you always feel that this martial art is not so simple?"

"Bang!" With a loud bang, the claw power of the ten fingers condensed with fire was intercepted in mid-air in the eyes of everyone.

What blocked the claw strength and fire was a leaf, or rather, a leaf wrapped in sword qi.

No, there is indeed only one leaf, but there is more than one sword qi.

After being blocked by the sword qi, the claw energy suddenly exploded, but although the strength was dispersed, the fire was still burning wildly. Mu Xiaojiu could clearly perceive that the raging fire was actually fueled by the true qi of a strong man.

"Could it really be one of those two kung fu?" Mu Xiaojiu frowned slightly.

The flames continued to spread, but between the flames and Mu Xiaojiu, there was an insurmountable barrier. The moat was nothing else, it was the number of layers of sword qi that I don't know how many.

Among all the people present, the Wudang Sect disciple and Brother Lin were staring at Mu Xiaojiu almost all the time, so at this moment, the two of them were also the two people who were most directly hit.

Everyone is also a player, which is enough for the two of them to be difficult to stop and even possibly fall into danger, but they were actually broken by Mu Xiaojiu, and it was also broken very easily.

How easy is it? Relaxed, facing the strength of the scorching claws, Mu Xiaojiu just raised his finger and knocked on the table.

"I heard that the number one madman in the world, Yan Maniac and the God of War Guan Qiguan Mu Dan and Mu Xiaojiu practiced the same kind of martial arts, and those two people, it is rumored that they raised their eyebrows and exhaled their fists, and waved their hands to be a sword qi. Could it be, this Mu Xiaojiu has also reached that point. The Wudang disciple opened his mouth and said, his right hand clenched his fist, aimed at Mu Xiaojiu's direction, and swung out again. This punch can probably be called the highest level of strong man's cultivation so far.

It was also this punch that once again triggered the flame that was blocked by Mu Xiaojiu's sword qi, making the flame burn wildly again.

The flames skyrocketed, and in just a few moments, the flames, which were only slightly larger than a fist, quickly expanded to the size of a basin again, forming a thin layer on the wall of Mu Xiaojiu's sword qi, and continued to burn extremely willfully.

And the strong man who threw this punch after the flames did not stop there, but continued to rush towards Mu Xiaojiu, and the fist clenched in his right hand did not let go.

"Isn't it his uncle's trick?" The Wudang disciple shook the sleeves of the blue robe on his body and spat with disdain.

Facing the menacing strong man, Mu Xiaojiu still didn't get up, but Yi continued to sit there, and then pushed out with a light slap from a long distance.

The sound of the dragon's groan was shocking, and Hu Tian was instantly made furious by the sound of the dragon's groan, and his whole body seemed to have fallen into a sweat bathhouse in the real society, and he was sweating for a while.

For this voice, Hu Tian has really left a psychological shadow for a lifetime.

Of course, Hu Tian was afraid, and the others were naturally surprised. After all, no one would have imagined that the owner of Peach Blossom Island, the owner of Mu Xiao Jiumu Island, would actually use the eighteen palms of the beggar gang to descend the dragon.

Moreover, the power of this hand to descend the dragon eighteen palms, I am afraid that this is already the cultivation of the eighteen palms of the dragon descending to perfection.

The strong man clenched his fists, took three steps and made two steps and rushed directly in front of Mu Xiaojiu's sword qi wall, and then raised his right hand high and smashed it with a punch aimed at the center of the flames on the sword qi wall.

The imaginary barrier did not come, the imaginary pain did not exist at all, and everything seemed to have become a fantasy in the strong man's mind before.

Mu Xiaojiu sat there steadily, his face calm.

The strong man frowned a little puzzled, stopped in place, and looked at Mu Xiaojiu in a daze.

"It's... What's the situation? The people around were all dumbfounded, what about the looming wall of sword qi? What about the domineering dragon roar that resounded through the heavens and the earth? What, it's all gone?

Gone? The strong man raised his hand, and then his pupils narrowed for a moment.

His fist was sticking to a leaf. And with the movement of his raised hand, the leaf fell from his hand and fell to the ground very suddenly.

The strong man's gaze followed the leaf and looked down, and then he saw that his legs had been covered with a thin layer of frost at some point.

As for the clothes on his body......

The clothes are fine, there are no scars, no damage, just a small hole in the heart.

"Are you from the Chi family?" Mu Xiaojiu asked.

The strong man shook his head, "No, I practice "The Way of Red Fire", a month ago, I was in a small fishing village by the East China Sea, and I met Hao Mu on the list and killed a group of Fusang masters, and I found a way to help him. As a token of gratitude, after killing those Fusang people, he gave me this "The Way of Red Fire" that he had collected from the Fuso people. ”

This strong man obviously knew the relationship between Mu Xiaojiu and Hao Mu, so he would tell these things and tell them. Of course, in addition to this, he was able to say this out of confidence in his own strength, and some other thoughts.

The strong man is making a statement.

It's a pity that the disciple of the Kongtong faction didn't hear it, the disciple of the Huashan faction didn't hear it, and the disciple of the Qingcheng faction didn't hear it......

Among all the people present, except for Mu Xiaojiu, only one person faintly heard the meaning of the strong man. As for the rest of the people, Hu Tian was even blushing at the opportunity of the strong man, coveting the powerful "The Way of Red Fire".

The person who heard it was not Brother Lin of the Kunlun faction, nor the ordinary Shaolin disciple who had never had a sense of existence, but the Wudang disciple who had always been a little pale.

In fact, if you take a closer look, you can find that the reason why this product is pale is partly because of the fight with Sun Xiaoya, and partly because of its own physical reasons.

After all, the dark circles under the eyes of this thing are as heavy as anything.

"Brother Lin, I want to ask you something." The Wudang disciple leaned over to Brother Lin's ear.