Ning Que looked at the street. The buildings on both sides of the street were the same as when he was here. They were all made of rammed loess. After being blown by the wind for a long time, they became crispy and turned into yellow sand.

Back then, he had a lewd fistfight with someone in the inn, with Sang Sang acting as the referee, and the master and servant won money together. Then they walked out of the inn, and he walked with his hands behind his back. Sang Sang followed behind with a wine pot and roast chicken.

It was very difficult. At that time, the two of them were stepping on this kind of yellow sand.

Many years have passed, the inn is dilapidated, old friends have disappeared, and the yellow sand has turned into blood - what Ning Que is stepping on now is blood, the blood of enemies, but there used to be the blood of many old friends.

It is inevitable that I will miss you a little.

This moment is not the time to reminisce about the past. No matter who looks at it, the timing of this sentence is very inexplicable, and it is very inconsistent with the atmosphere of the current war, so that Ah Da's face becomes extremely ugly.

He felt that Ning Que was deliberately humiliating himself.

He calmed down his mind, exhaled softly, stepped on the Taoist stone, stepped forward and punched forward.

It's a very simple move, not even a move.

However, in simplicity, there is ultimate power, so the speed has also reached the extreme.

There was a light explosion in the street, the result of the air being quickly squeezed out.

Ah Da's fist hit Ning Que's eyes like an arrow.

Just like what he said, he is very good at punching. Such a simple punch is so powerful, with the unique rough flavor of the grassland, and it actually feels a bit like Liu Bai Dahe's sword.

If it were any other strong practitioner, faced with such a fist, they would probably choose to avoid it temporarily, because the most vulnerable thing for a practitioner is their body. To practice the Mingzong Kung Fu and hold the heaven and earth in the body, the power is endless.

When fighting an enemy, the first thing to do is to increase the distance between you and the opponent.

But Ning Que did not retreat.

Ah Da knew that Ning Que would not retreat. He knew that Ning Que had already become a demon and his body was equally powerful.

Ning Que had enough strength—no matter the strength or physical strength—to take on this fist.

Ah Da is waiting for that moment. What he wants to create is a head-on environment, because he has countless back-ups and hard-line tactics. He needs a receiving surface to provide support.

Just like those terrifying sandstorms at the turn of spring and summer on the grassland. Walking through the open wilderness is not so scary. As long as you keep a distance, you can even see those pictures as rare beauty, but how can anyone or something be in those sandstorms?

Once it begins to absorb the power, it will be riddled with holes and broken in an instant.

Ah Da's boxing and the method he practices are sandstorms.

As long as Ning Que doesn't retreat, as long as Ning Que takes it hard, this sandstorm will swallow him up.

However, to his surprise, Ning Que did not choose to dodge or retreat, but he also did not use demon sect methods to forcefully attack. If viewed from the front, it seemed that he... did nothing.

There was no expression on Ning Que's face. The iron bow was still on his shoulder and the iron sword was still on his back. He even had his hands behind his back, seemingly not caring about the fist that was about to come.

No one can really care, that fist belongs to Ada, with the power that Haotian left to the grassland.

Ning Que had actually made his own response, but Ata didn't see it.

His hands behind his back had spread out, and his right hand quickly wrote a word in the air.

When he finished writing that scrawled word, his face turned pale. At the same time, an unimaginably powerful thought force emanated from his body and reached the world.

Weicheng's heaven and earth vitality was rapidly pouring into Ada's body, and suddenly it became stagnant.

After an instant, the vitality of heaven and earth seemed to hear some kind of order and began to condense crazily and take shape.

The violent wind and sand moved through the streets, confusing everyone's attention.

Ning Que wrote a character, and that character was naturally a symbol.

The sandstorm did come, but it was not Ata's, but his.

Countless yellow sand flew up from the ground, from the walls, from the unattended tables and chairs of the inn, and came to the street at a speed beyond imagination, arriving in front of Ah Da's fist.

A wisp of yellow sand is a tie, with an astonishing amount of heaven and earth energy attached to it.

Hundreds of strands of yellow sand rose from the buildings in the streets of Weicheng. Following Ning Que's orders, they fell on Ah Da's fist and turned into ties one by one, as if his fist was wrapped with countless layers of gauze.

Old, yellow gauze with traces of pus.

Ning Que used the character "曰".

The yellow sand in Weicheng is his symbol.

Ah Da instantly felt that his fist had hit a piece of desert hard. The desert was bottomless, and there was a faint flow underneath, and the terrifying force was tearing at his hand.

He was not afraid of the pain caused by the tearing, but instead became more awake.

He roared, unclenched his fist, and slashed out his five fingers like five scimitars. With his unparalleled strength, he directly cut through the countless layers of yellow sand bound to his fist!

Ning Que watched the yellow sand gradually break, his expression unchanged, he raised his right hand and wrote several strokes.

Obviously, his word is very simple.

Ah's first punch has ended.

He forcibly broke through the binding characters, and after gaining freedom, he immediately took a step forward again.

He stepped on the ground with one step, and with the help of the power of heaven and earth, he punched again.

It was still a simple punch, hitting Ning Que's face.

What he pursued was very simple, and what he wanted was very simple. He did not expect that he could defeat Ning Que with just one punch. He did not even think about hurting the opponent. He only hoped that Ning Que could fight head-on.

As long as Ning Que chooses to force it, he will have a solution.

Ning Que still didn't take the punch hard. The one who caught Ah's second punch was the second talisman he wrote.

When he wrote this talisman, what he was looking at was not Ah Da's fist, but the streets of Weicheng.

Weicheng is a military stronghold, a real small city that can accommodate very few people, and there are not many buildings. There are only four real main streets, two horizontally and vertically.

If you look down from the sky, the main street of Weicheng forms exactly a word.

"well"

This is a coincidence.

Master Yan Se's most powerful talisman is the "well" character, and the first talisman Ning Que learned was also the "well" character.

This is also a coincidence.

Ning Que looked at the streets of Weicheng and wrote the very simple character "well".

This talisman once cut open space on the Wuming Mountain in the north of Chang'an City, allowing the infinite light summoned by Tianqi, the old man Wei Guangming, to become fragments in the mirror.

You can imagine how powerful this well character is.

Ah Da was washed by the spring rain and his soul was cleansed. He was extremely sensitive to the changes in the vitality of heaven and earth. Although he was not a Taoist, he could sense the changes in heaven and earth in an instant, and his expression suddenly changed drastically.

Facing such a terrifying and fierce Fu Yi, how could he dare to continue punching?

A loud shout echoed through the street.

He stepped back with great difficulty. He trampled all the streets in front of the tavern and gave all his accumulated strength back to the earth. Only then was he able to withdraw his fists, and then hid them firmly in front of his face!

Today's Ning Que may still have a slight gap with his master Yan Se in his understanding of Fu Dao. But when it comes to the depth of Fu Dao cultivation, he has already reached the same place.

Even a strong man like Wei Guangming can only block this well character after he has surpassed the fifth realm. Even if Ada's Demon Sect cultivation realm is equivalent to the peak of the five realms, he can only seek first at this time.

Self-preservation.

To protect himself, he can only use his own body to save his life. At this moment in Weicheng, there is nothing more worthy of his trust and more powerful than his body.

The wind was flying on the long street, and the sky was full of yellow sand. Ada's figure was gradually being swallowed up, as if he would fall down at any time, but he never fell. His fists actually blocked most of the talismans! It is indeed a gift from Haotian to the grassland.

As a gift, his physical strength has indeed exceeded the scope of ordinary Demon Sect strongmen!

I don’t know how long it took, but the meaning of the well character and the infinite energy of heaven and earth it summoned finally gradually dissipated between the heaven and the earth, the yellow sand gradually fell, and the strong wind disappeared.

Ah Da slowly released his fists and looked at Ning Que again.

His body was covered with horrific wounds, and countless blood flowed like a waterfall. His strongest fists were already covered with bones, which was frightening to look at.

The most important thing is that the string of bone chains hanging around his neck have been turned into pieces.

His most proud and confident body was in dilapidated state, and his last life-saving object had been blown away by the wind.

But he is still alive after all, and as long as he is alive, he can win.

"I thought that you had been imprisoned in Chang'an for many years and had long since lost the courage to fight and the ability to kill. I didn't expect that you would still have so many things. It seems that I underestimated the academy after all."

Ada stared at Ning Que, the childishness on his face had been smeared with blood into violence and cruelty, his eyes were filled with a wolf-like cold light and endless killing intent.

"It's a pity that you still failed to kill me... Although I don't know how you saw through my practice method and refused to take my punch, but I want to know even more, such a powerful talisman can't kill

Damn me, what else can you do besides taking my punch?"

Ah Da's description at this time was very miserable, but his tone was like a real winner. He looked at Ning Que without hiding his murderous intent and contempt, just like looking at an old beast that was about to die.

Ning Que looked at him quietly and said, "I can still kill you."

Ada grinned with a cruel smile and said: "This world may have belonged to you people, but it will definitely belong to us in the end, because we are younger."

After saying this, he raised his fist again.

His fists were bleeding, and under the clouds, the stark white bones looked particularly terrifying.

He gathered all his strength into this fist.
To be continued...