When I was young, I always had two mountains in my heart. As long as they existed, even if the sky fell, I felt that I could still grow up happily in the valley.

Of these two mountains, one is my master and the other is Uncle Hui.

In fact, when Xiao Laoba was on the line between life and death, when Uncle Hui arrived in time, I felt inexplicably at ease, because he is a big mountain. In my heart, he will not fall. Well, he can recover by eating at most one egg.

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Therefore, I have always believed that even this man who claims to be a god will not be as relaxed as he showed when facing Uncle Hui. In the end, Uncle Hui can successfully delay time for us and let me

He will be fine if he calmly completes the steps of heaven and earth with his master.

Yes, as I judged, God is not easy. Even though there are barriers reinforced by him around his body, it is still maintained by his soul power, so he raised an arm at this moment and stretched out a finger.

The movements are so slow

It's just that compared to the shockingly powerful fist just now, this movement may seem much calmer to ordinary people, but to me, it seems that my heart is trembling slightly, because the fate of his machine has been hovering in the sky.

The river began to become less calm, as if a strong wind blew on the quietly flowing river, and the water flowing in the river began to become 'manic'.

Uncle Hui is less than half a meter away from God. At this moment, all the muscles in his body are beating regularly and rhythmically. I can clearly see that he is squeezing his soul power to the limit, and even -

The vitality then gathered in his fists.

Compared to God's slow motion, Uncle Hui's movements were always a little faster. Before God could fully raise his arms, all his strength had already been concentrated on his fists.

The distance of less than half a meter only required one step. Uncle Hui was no longer impatient, but took a step calmly.

At that moment, Uncle Hui, who had become tall and mighty due to the secret technique, lost his momentum and became his usual appearance again, a bald old monk who looked sparse and ordinary, but his clenched fists were...

The 'thickness' that makes people afraid to face it.

"It's just three punches." Uncle Hui stood in front of the god, then raised his arm and said these words lightly.

God's facial muscles trembled slightly, and then showed his arrogance and calmness.

At this time, Uncle Hui reminds me of a person, the ferryman who once was in the Lake of Ten Thousand Ghosts. He once threw ten stunning and suffocating punches in the Lake of Ten Thousand Ghosts. He is Uncle Hui’s master. He is entangled in

In a feud with a man named Ning Zhifeng, the only thing he was more unlucky about than Uncle Hui was that Uncle Hui's partner was my master, and he

I haven't had time to tell Uncle Hui about this yet, but when he sees Hui Gen'er, Hui Gen'er will tell him, right?

When Master and I moved to the Kaiyang position, Uncle Hui punched out. There was no amazing momentum, no exaggerated backswing, just an ordinary arm raise, but the punch was between the fist and the god.

When the barrier came into contact, a whirlwind like a tornado blew violently, blowing across the eternally silent starry sky, blowing away the blood drops on my body and Master's body, and blowing up something called friendship and responsibility.

Floating in the air.

A punch containing one's own life force is not that simple. I know that even if I can stop the god's footsteps, it will be a big deal, but I am still so persistent in wanting to hurt that god, even in the slightest, for no reason.

It means that Master and I can be more relaxed then. Doesn’t the slightest bit of hurt represent the tiniest bit of hope?

'Crash!', after the strong wind, the clear and crisp sound of breaking resounded across this platform. After one punch, God's barrier began to break, just like the film hidden deep in my soul, full of cracks.

trace.

"Hahaha" Uncle Hui laughed so cheerfully. He would not give God a chance. Almost in the blink of an eye, he raised his arm and punched out his second punch lightly.

At this time, God's arm was raised to his chest.

This time, there was silence for half a second, as if Master and I had stepped onto the star position of Kaiyang, raised our left foot, but could not fall down.

Huge pressure, this time it does not come from top to bottom, but every gap around us is filled with this pressure. There is no escape, no avoidance, no dead ends at all. As long as we act, this will happen.

The pressure will be squeezed in the direction of our action. At this time, I feel like I am stepping on a huge monster that keeps jumping around, and I am about to be blown away by it.

And if I was successfully lifted away by it, judging from my conscious judgment, that would be the best result. If I stepped down forcefully, the reaction pressure would shatter my soul.

However, Master and I must take this step. No matter it is me or him, if one person successfully takes this step, the pressure on the other person will be reduced a lot. After all, if two people take the step together, one person will bear the burden of two people.

If you step on the pressure, the pressure will be reduced.

But how do I step on it? Do I still need Master to block it for me this time?

Obviously, the master has this idea. I can feel that he is working hard for it. There are dried blood clots on my body. It is very uncomfortable to stick to my body. It is like wearing a thin layer of armor to restrain myself. I really want to

It broke, but now I feel a little wetness and stickiness of blood on a certain part of my back.

It wasn't me, it was Master. Finally, he also appeared in the same 'embarrassment' as I did before. His whole body was 'broken' by the pressure, and blood slowly flowed out.

At the same time, a violent wind blew from all directions, blurring my eyes for a while. Then, in the midst of this cry, I heard the sound of pieces falling to the ground, as if it was the beginning of a piece of music.

When a note jumps out, it means that the music is about to continue.

The second and third pieces were in the roaring wind, and the sound of the crisp pieces falling to the ground became clearer and clearer, just like the music played by a bunch of wonderful wind chimes.

In the blur, I couldn't see the surrounding scenery clearly. Even because of the angle, I didn't know what happened to Uncle Hui at all. But at this moment, my consciousness wanted to know what happened very strongly.

Then the confrontation between God and Uncle Hui really appeared in my mind.

The barrier of God was broken. It was really completely destroyed by Uncle Hui. At this moment, it was shattering piece by piece, and then began to collapse in large areas.

I thought God's expression would be a little frightened, but I saw his slender fingers pointing at Uncle Hui's chest. It looked ordinary, but shocking. Could it be because of the controlling expression on his face?

I don’t know, but I saw Uncle Hui’s body covered in blood again at this moment. Are we really such partners with Master? When my Master’s body was covered in blood, he became like this again? He was even more embarrassed than my Master, just because his fists sometimes

It can also be regarded as a firearm. The more powerful the firearm, the greater the recoil. Uncle Hui's punch was so powerful that his body also withstood the corresponding force, so the blood vessels burst.

It's not just the capillaries. Judging from the speed of blood flow in his body, some large blood vessels were also ruptured. The blood slid across his muscle lines. This was tragic, but it couldn't hide his generous and happy laughter. Then, another one

Without any warning, his arm suddenly swung towards God!

Compared with the dullness of the first two punches, the third punch was like a standard move in a martial arts movie, fast, hard, and full of power.

The violent wind has passed, and the sky and the earth have regained clarity. I expect this punch to have another amazing effect, because the angry-eyed Vajra behind Uncle Hui caused by this punch also suddenly disappeared. When he swung his punch, a virtual Vajra

A shadow appeared on his arm, and his eyes were so angry that they were about to spit out flames.

I remembered the ferryman's last punch, entangling a real Chinese dragon. Sure enough, he was his disciple, so he also punched such a suffocating punch.

However, in the face of such an attack, God's expression was calm, and he only uttered two words: "Deprivation!"

What are you trying to deprive? Before I could react, I saw Uncle Hui's punch, which was impossible to hold back, suddenly stay in mid-air. If it were me before, I would not know what happened, but

At this moment, I saw it clearly.

God's finger was like a black hole. Everything condensed in Uncle Hui's fist, whether it was soul power, skill, or vitality, began to be pulled away by God's ordinary-looking finger, and it was very fast.

Astonishingly detached.

At the same time, the river of destiny roaring in the sky began to roll back down, with a terrifying roar of fate, and suddenly fell behind the god and almost became one with the god, as if the river was his god.

Light'.

And the power that was taken away from Uncle Hui was transmitted to the river of destiny through a finger of God.

At that moment, Uncle Hui's face seemed to have aged ten years, and he had become haggard many times. He raised his eyes, as if looking into the void in the distance, and said in a tired voice: "If we go faster,

If so, I will succeed."

"How is that possible?" God's voice was cold and ruthless.
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