Outlaw

Lord Iga's thirty-nine mountain-shaking moves were shocking to the world.

People were frightened out of their wits, and even their will to resist was wiped out.

Han Yuchen was able to stand up and defend Xiao Beichen against such peerless pressure, and his willpower was far beyond that of ordinary people.

She was even ready to die.

But Xiao Beichen pushed him away with one hand and said the words that shocked the whole audience——

The great master of the early nine-star stage, in front of me, was nothing more than a showman.

The young man in green shirt stands with his hands behind his back.

The transparent Nei Jin ancient clock is turned upside down and covers the whole body.

Withstand the thirty-nine palms that shake the mountain.

Boom boom boom!

The palm prints, as thick as mountains, with boundless power, slapped on the ancient bell of inner energy one after another.

dang dang dang...

The melodious bells of Qingyuan kept ringing over the entire Zhenwu Academy.

Each palm is stronger than the other, and each sound is louder than the last.

The first twenty palm prints were easily blocked by the ancient clock.

By the twenty-fifth palm, the chimes of the ancient clock were already whimpering. Moreover, the internal energy that makes up the ancient bell has become unstable, and it is obviously very difficult.

At the thirtieth palm, the ancient clock began to shake.

When the thirty-sixth palm struck, the ancient bell was dented inward, and slight cracks appeared.

The thirty-seventh palm struck, and the ancient bell burst into pieces. But it was still barely blocked by Gu Zhong.

The thirty-eighth palm completely shattered the ancient bell.

Xiao Beichen was completely exposed to the palm prints.

It all happened so fast. It was too late for Xiao Beichen to pull away or resist at this moment.

He could only resist the last palm with his physical body.

The thirty-ninth strongest palm slapped Xiao Beichen's chest brazenly.

boom!

Like a wild horse running wildly, it slammed into Xiao Beichen.

Several pieces of the floor tiles under his feet were broken, causing a cloud of smoke and dust.

Lord Iga waved his hand and sneered: "Xiao Beichen, Daxia's Thirteen Taibao Golden Bell Shield, is nothing more than that. He can only resist my thirty-eight moves to shake the mountain."

"The last move is to be the strongest. You use your body to resist, whether you will die or not..."

Before he finished speaking, the smoke and dust had cleared, revealing Xiao Beichen who was unharmed inside.

"Huh? You actually blocked my Thirty-nine Mountain-shaking Moves?" Lord Iga was slightly surprised: "It seems that your cultivation level has indeed entered the Nine Stars. Entering the Nine Stars at the age of twenty is a little beyond my expectation. . But that’s it.”

Xiao Beichen calmly patted the dust on his body and said calmly: "The thirty-nine moves to shake the mountain are not even able to embroider the legs. Just use the forty-eight moves. Let me see what Qian Xiong could do in the middle of the sea. "

"Okay, you are indeed worthy of seeing my forty-eight hands. Today, you can die under my forty-eight hands that shake the mountain. It is a blessing that has been cultivated in eight lifetimes." Lord Iga snorted coldly.

Swish!

He spread his hands horizontally and made palm prints of various shapes and powers outside his body.

The palm prints circled and danced around the body like a tornado, tearing the sky apart and making a harsh explosion.

With each additional clap, the tornado becomes stronger.

By the fortieth palm, it had far exceeded the previous thirty-nine palms.

From then on, the momentum soared.

After taking the forty-eighth palm, the palm prints wrap around each other and connect end to end, forming a closed loop. The power merged and turned into a palm print tornado.

Compared with the previous thirty-nine palms, it is more than twice as powerful?

Lord Iga was very satisfied with all this. He controlled the palm print tornado with both hands and was unparalleled in domineering: "The forty-eight hands are self-contained and more powerful. It is three times better than the previous thirty-nine hands."

"This is the unique method that Master Ye Qianxiong used to conquer Zhonghai."

"The first combination that shakes the mountain, the combination of mountains and waves!"

As soon as he finished speaking, Lord Iga struck out with a striking palm.

Boom!

The palm print tornado brought with it a shock wave as thick as a mountain, swept twenty meters across, and rushed towards him.

Swirling up dust, tearing apart the earth.

Incredible!

Everyone in the audience was stunned and terrified.

Han Mo, the Eight-Star Great Perfection Grandmaster, was stunned: "Is this the peerless power of the Nine-Star Early Stage Grandmaster? Is this the method by which Qianxiong of the Twenty-First Century conquered Zhonghai?!"

"It's so terrifying, who can resist?"

Han Mo collapsed on the ground, in awe: "A Lord of Iga is so powerful. How scary is the real Ye Qianxiong? Donghai, it's too scary. I, Han Mo, can surrender to such a peerless strong man in this life, Sansheng Fortunate!"

"Xiao Beichen, Xiao Beichen, facing such a peerless combination, what's the difference between you and an ant? What qualifications do you have to say that I made the wrong choice? You... are too naive!"

In the blink of an eye, the peerless tornado palm print carried by the mountain waves rushed in front of Xiao Beichen.

Xiao Beichen's pupils shrank: "Is this the power of the forty-eight moves that shake the mountain? Although the true meaning of the forty-eight moves is okay, your understanding is too poor, and you can only understand the superficial meaning of it."

"If Ye Qianxiong personally uses these forty-eight moves, he might be able to defeat me. But you can't!"

After saying this, Xiao Beichen suddenly raised his right hand and grabbed the tornado in his palm.

It seemed as if it had caught the entire palm print tornado.

"Things have changed and stars have changed!"

He grabbed the palm-printed tornado's hand and suddenly moved it to his side.

The terrifying power of the mountain-shaking forty-eight tornadoes actually followed Xiao Beichen's gestures. Finally, he pointed in the direction of Xiao Beichen's finger and blasted into the hall of the Zhenwu Academy.

The hall is shattered!

Collapse!

Lord Iga, who had always been calm, changed his expression at this moment: "How is that possible?!!!"

This is a blow that represents [-]% of my strength.

Forty-eight moves that shake the mountain, the mountains and waves merge!

The peerless attack was directly removed by Xiao Beichen? !

"If you let Ye Qianxiong come in person, you might be able to compete with me. You... ant!" Xiao Beichen took advantage of the situation and stepped forward: "Lord Iga, since I have experienced the power of the forty-eight hands that shake the mountain. Then, you also Please teach me the three moves."

After saying this, Xiao Beichen raised his right foot.

Like lifting a truck.

"Seventy-two Chengwu moves, the third move, big earthquake!"

Then, step hard on the earth.

Boom!

The earth shook violently and the air roared.

A huge crack exploded, extending towards Lord Iga.

Lord Iga was shocked and instinctively resisted with a backhand palm. But he was still knocked back ten meters by the peerless shock force brought by the crack. His whole body was numb and his face was pale. My legs and feet were trembling. If I hadn't endured it, I would have collapsed on the ground.

How can it be so strong?

My mind is filled with horror!

Xiao Beichen stood there like a god of war, continued to raise his right hand and made a volley.

"Cheng Wu's seventy-two moves, the fourth move, eagle strikes the air."

The moment the words fell, the eagle screamed in the sky.

A burst of internal energy was like an eagle striking the sky, with a terrifying roaring power, and violently blasted towards Lord Iga.

Before the attack came, Lord Iga was already shaking with fear.

"How can it be so strong?! It's twice as powerful as my Forty-Eight Mountain-shaking Hands! What on earth is this?!"

Lord Iga roared in disbelief.

The eagle strike came so fast that Lord Iga had no time to dodge. He had no choice but to gather his forty-eight hands to combine forces and resist.

boom! !

The eagle strikes in the air and is invincible.

Forty-eight hands, broken.

Mountains and waves merge and break!

However, the remaining power of the eagle's strike into the air was not diminished, and it pierced Lord Iga's chest.

puff!

Lord Iga's body was shaken and a mouthful of blood spurted out. Then he stood motionless.

All that's left is the roaring eagle in the sky.

"No, it's impossible!" Lord Iga slowly knelt on the ground while vomiting blood, raised his head with difficulty, and stared at Xiao Beichen: "You are only twenty years old, how can you have such terrifying strength!! Impossible!! !”

"I have practiced hard for fifty years before I achieved the initial nine-star achievement today. You are only twenty years old... Poof!"

Lord Iga's energy and blood rushed to his heart, and his blood surged again.

Reluctance, roar, grief and anger, fear...

Two moves to defeat the great master in the early stage of Nine Stars!

What is this concept?

Horror!

Not far away, Han Mo felt as if he had seen a devil. His body lost all support and collapsed on the ground: "Defeat the nine-star early stage grandmaster with two moves!!! How could this happen... How could Xiao Beichen be so strong? No It’s possible!”

Han Xiao was so frightened by this scene that he lay on the ground shivering, his voice trembling: "How can this guy defeat Lord Iga... He is only twenty years old!!"

The heroes around him looked at Xiao Beichen as if they were looking at a demon.

Eh!

A sigh.

Xiao Beichen, who was about to perform the third move, slowly retracted his hand and stood with his back crossed: "Originally, I prepared three moves for you. But you only took two moves. It's so disappointing."

Click!

Lord Iga gritted his teeth fiercely and finally lowered his head: "Xiao Beichen, I underestimated you after all. I admit defeat for today's matter. Zhenwuyuan, I will not take over."

"This is an invitation for the reopening of my Xiongwei Dojo in three days. Sir, please come to the top of Lingyan Mountain...to watch the ceremony."

He stood up with difficulty and respectfully presented a red expensive invitation.

Xiao Beichen did not reach out to pick it up.

Lord Iga said: "This is an invitation handwritten by Lord Ye Qianxiong. Please open it and read it."

Oh?

Written by Ye Qianxiong himself?

Xiao Beichen became a little more interested. He took the invitation and opened it.

Two lines of eye-catching large characters appear on the paper.

——Xiao Beichen, three days later, I will reopen the Xiongwei Dojo. You must come and kneel down and surrender. Otherwise, die!

Signed by Ye Qianxiong.

The writing brush was used, and every word penetrated the back of the paper, showing his astonishing cultivation and sword intent.

Even Xiao Beichen could feel the extraordinary sword intent in the handwriting through the invitation. His pupils suddenly shrank.

You know, the average calligraphy master has to practice calligraphy for decades before he can penetrate the back of the rice paper.

But that's just rice paper.

And this invitation is made of a very hard and thick paper shell.

The words on it actually penetrated the back of the paper!

You can see the penetrating writing on the back of the invitation paper.

terror!

From this alone, we knew that Ye Qianxiong's true strength had reached an extremely terrifying level. Even the five Iga lords put together cannot compare.

Not to mention five, even ten may not be comparable.

Xiao Beichen was stunned for a while before he came to his senses: "It's interesting. Since arriving in Zhonghai, I finally met someone who can fight against him."

Snapped!

He closed the invitation and tore it into pieces.

Lord Iga was shocked: "How dare you tear up the invitation personally written by Lord Ye Qianxiong... Xiao Beichen, could it be that you don't dare to go to the top of Lingyan Mountain in three days?"

Xiao Beichen threw the invitation into the air, letting thousands of confetti fall in the wind.

"In three days, I should go to Lingyan Mountain. But, that is just because I want to go. I am not invited by Ye Qianxiong."

"Because Ye Qianxiong, a villain from the East China Sea, is not qualified to invite me."

"You!!!" Lord Iga was furious and wanted to say something outrageous, but after seeing the look in Xiao Beichen's eyes, he did not dare to say it. Then he said: "Okay, you are crazy enough. In three days, I will be at the top of Lingyan Mountain, waiting for your arrival."

"I can't suppress you, but you are no different from an ant in front of Lord Ye Qianxiong! I'll wait!!!"

After saying that, Lord Iga turned and left angrily.

Before taking two steps, Xiao Beichen's cold voice came from behind: "Do I allow you to leave?"

Lord Iga's footsteps stopped abruptly, turned around and held back his temper and said, "Does Mr. Xiao have anything else to do?"

Xiao Beichen narrowed his eyes slightly: "I want to borrow something from you."

Lord Iga was a little frightened by Xiao Beichen's look, and couldn't help but wave his hand: "Sir, you are stronger than me, let alone borrowing one thing. There is no problem in borrowing a hundred things. Please tell me."

Xiao Beichen slowly raised his right hand and pointed at Lord Iga's head.

Lord Iga looked around, as if he didn't know what Xiao Beichen was referring to.

Xiao Beichen said: "Don't look at it, what I want to borrow is your head!"

"How dare you, I am the most respected person of Ye Ye Qianxiong..." Lord Iga was furious.

However, before he finished speaking, Xiao Beichen suddenly appeared in front of him with a sliding step, made a knife with his hand, and cut off Lord Iga's head.

He raised his hand again and killed a dozen Donghai warriors behind him.

Picking up Lord Iga's head, he slowly walked up to Han Mo: "Han Mo, I'll kill the Donghai boss you're kneeling down to with a snap of my fingers. Do you agree?!"