Qin Chuan eased his nerves, and greeted him with a loud shout, but this time, there was an extra big knife in his hand.

This knife was not the one he used to fight the enemy before, and even the blade had not been opened, so he must have been afraid of hurting Jiang Fan.

Jiang Fan saw Qin Chuan's slash, the momentum was many times stronger than before, and the big knife flashed with a white light and slashed towards Jiang Fan's left shoulder.

"No Return Fist Method!" Jiang Fan saw that the shadow of the knife had arrived in front of him, and he shouted, and his fists instantly turned red.

This is the boxing method recorded in the second half of the exercises that Zhou Buqi gave him, and Jiang Fan is also the first time to use it.

Everyone saw that the fist that was like a flame met the big knife, and the big knife made a sound of a dead branch being trampled off, and a gap was made, and then dense cracks were all over the blade.

Seeing this, Qin Chuan stopped the knife momentum, and his figure flew back a few steps, and at the same time threw the big knife in his hand at Jiang Fan.

"Hundred Beast Sword Technique, Cunning Rabbit Raising Sand!" Qin Chuan let out a low shout, and the big knife in the air burst into countless small pieces, splashing towards Jiang Fan.

Jiang Fan's fists blasted towards the countless fragments like machine guns, and everyone could only see countless fist shadows bombarding the fragments, and the fragments turned into strands of iron sand and flew in the air.

At this time, Jiang Fan felt really happy, as the meridians in his body were opened up one by one, he felt that his physical body was not only a lot stronger, but also his toughness had been improved.

It is easy to fold if it is too rigid, which is a common principle everywhere.

At this time, the spiritual power attack on the fragment entered Jiang Fan's body along Jiang Fan's fist, but it was driven by qi and blood, and skillfully guided out of the body along the limbs and hundreds of remains, leaving only a very small part of it to be resisted by the body.

What Jiang Fan didn't know was that only by flushing away the meridians and acupoints of the whole body could he have such an effect.

At this time, Jiang Fan's breath in his whole body was surging day by day, and without the support of spiritual power, it was like raising his cultivation to the Tongmai realm through battle.

"It's a pulse realm!" Lu Chaoyang on the side looked at him, and he was the first to notice Jiang Fan's changes.

And Qin Chuan, who was opposite Jiang Fan, shook his head with a wry smile. Facing Jiang Fan at the peak of the Bloodline Realm just now, he had a sense of invincibility, and now that Jiang Fan was in the Pulse Realm, how should he deal with it.

The duration of the no-return fist method has not yet ended, Jiang Fan also wants to know how powerful he is at this time, he kicked hard under his feet, and his body flew towards Qin Chuan like an arrow.

"No Return Fist Method! Break the Barrier!" Jiang Fan snorted and sent out a punch, this No Return Fist has a total of nine punches, one punch is more powerful than one punch, and now Jiang Fan has only learned the first three punches.

But this first punch had already made Qin Chuan on the opposite side feel a lot of pressure, and as a last resort, the knife in his hand flashed, and the big knife of the enemy on weekdays was already horizontal in front of his chest.

"Hundred beast sword technique, hundred birds return to the nest!" Qin Chuan shouted, dancing his big knife, forming a knife formation around him, and countless sword shadows surrounded him. The sword qi broke through the air, and it really made a sound like a hundred birds singing in unison.

Seeing this, Jiang Fan did not dodge or dodge, a pair of red iron fists blasted towards Qin Chuan with the momentum of thunder, and the aura that erupted from his body even made this piece of sword shadow have the feeling of avoiding it.

Countless knife qi slashed across Jiang Fan's body, and in an instant, his clothes were already in tatters, but the body under the clothes was only scratched out by the knife qi with a few red marks.

In the horrified eyes of everyone, Jiang Fan punched Qin Chuan's left shoulder, which was the result of Jiang Fan deliberately avoiding the vital parts.

Qin Chuan received this punch and fell to the ground in response, a huge pain in his shoulder came, and beads of sweat the size of beans instantly flowed from Qin Chuan's head.

"I'm coming!" Lu Chaoyang saw that Qin Chuan was defeated and retreated, and he was afraid that he would fight again if he was not convinced, so he hurriedly shouted and ran up.

This time, Lu Chaoyang no longer suppressed his cultivation, and the momentum of the Forging Bone Realm was released, only to suppress Jiang Fan's fierce momentum of sword courage.

"You kid, why are you still so perverted!"

Lu Chaoyang pursed his lips, thinking in his heart, he originally thought that after Jiang Fan Linggen was injured, the two would compete again, and he would finally be able to bully Jiang Fan, but who knew that Jiang Fan's growth speed was even faster than before.

"While I can beat him, let me have a good time!" This is Lu Chaoyang's heart at the moment.

Jiang Fan was even happier when he saw that someone else had come. He didn't dare to use all his strength before, for fear of hurting his fellow disciples.

But Lu Chaoyang, a friend with rough skin and thick flesh and much higher cultivation than him, is not within the scope of his worries.

"No return fist method, exorcism of evil spirits!" Jiang Fan repelled Qin Chuan and took advantage of the situation to use the second punch, Lu Chaoyang saw that the red color of Jiang Fan's fists spread to his arms, and faintly, a snake and a turtle appeared on his arms.

A force of extreme strength poured out from Jiang Fan's arms, and the two arms were like two red-hot iron rods, stabbing towards Lu Chaoyang.

Lu Chaoyang cheered up his spirit, staring at Jiang Fan's every move with his eyes. Seeing that Jiang Fan was approaching, Lu Chaoyang raised his arms and slapped Jiang Fan's front with a move that everyone in the inner sect disciple would have.

As Jiang Fan's spirit was concentrated, the surging qi and blood in his body once again turned into a blood mist and dispersed out of his body, which was even richer than the last time he fought with Zhu Huifeng. This battle realm made by the power of qi and blood instantly swallowed the two of them.

In an instant, Lu Chaoyang's broad palm had already slapped into Jiang Fan's fists, and the violent palm wind seemed to blow away the blood mist.

"Senior Brother Lu is worthy of being a core disciple, this ordinary cloud splitting palm in his hand actually has the same power!" Everyone watching the battle on the sidelines looked at Lu Chaoyang's palm as if he was about to slash the momentum of the battle world, and they thought unconsciously in their hearts. Only Zhu Huifeng stared at the faint blood mist on Jiang Fan's body, and his face was a little pale.

This is a confrontation between spiritual power and qi and blood, although Lu Chaoyang only used the cloud splitting palm that everyone in the inner disciple can do, but the strong spiritual power of the four heavens of the forging bone realm poured into Jiang Fan's fists without reservation.

Jiang Fan shouted, and the blood mist that seemed to be blown away became thick again. The virtual image of a snake and a turtle on his arms, with Jiang Fan's body leaning forward slightly, actually swam through his arms and surged towards his fists as if he had come to life.

There was a roar, like a spring thunder. The aura in Lu Chaoyang's palm slammed into the fists that condensed the turtle and snake, and everyone only felt that there was a faint roar of a fierce beast in their ears accompanied by gusts of wind.

I saw that the crimson color on Jiang Fan's fists had dimmed a lot, but at the intersection of the fists and palms, the turtle and snake virtual image formed by qi and blood was devouring the spiritual power gushing out of Lu Chaoyang's palms little by little.

"What kind of ghost fist method is this?!" Lu Chaoyang was shocked in his heart, Jiang Fan's punch not only made his arms numb in great pain, but what was even more terrifying was that the power of qi and blood in that punch was not afraid of spiritual power, and could even devour it, which was extremely domineering.

When he saw that the situation was not good, he wanted to change his hands. But in this blood mist battle world, Lu Chaoyang seemed to be in a quagmire, and it was very difficult to withdraw and raise his hand.

And Jiang Fan on the other side also has words of suffering. Although some of the spiritual power attacks were blocked by the two images of the turtle and snake, Lu Chaoyang's spiritual power was too strong, and Jiang Fan's body was also under tremendous pressure.

Fortunately, Jiang Fan has now reached the realm of the Tongmai, and the spiritual power like a sword blasted into his body, and Jiang Fan forcibly endured the pain and was guided and dispersed by the meridians around his body.

It's just that in this process, Jiang Fan didn't dare to act rashly, for fear that he would let the spiritual power destroy the meridians if he was not careful, so he could only grit his teeth and stalemate with Lu Chaoyang.

Everyone watching the battle saw the two of them with their fists together, their eyebrows locked, and they didn't know what the result was for a while.

Finally, Lu Chaoyang relied on his realm advantage to accumulate strength, and suddenly withdrew his palm, and at the same time, he secretly exerted force under his feet, and whipped his leg towards Jiang Fan's waist.

Jiang Fan's reaction was also extremely fast, the moment Lu Chaoyang withdrew his palm, the phantom of the turtle and snake dissipated, Jiang Fan didn't look at the kick that kicked him, and one hand slammed into Lu Chaoyang's throat.

"No return fist method, demon regent!" Jiang Fan shouted, so angry that Lu Chaoyang rolled his eyes.

"Fuck off, you're the demon!" Lu Chaoyang scolded in his mouth, wanting to stretch out his hand to block it. But who knew that Jiang Fan's hand was red, and his body leaned towards Jiang Fan's hand as if it was uncontrollable.

"I'm going to play for real!" Lu Chaoyang thought to himself when he saw that Jiang Fan's red palm was about to touch his throat. He breathed a long sigh of relief, his eyes sank like water, and suddenly there was a burst of blue light on his right arm.

"It's Linggen! Senior Brother Lu is serious!" Chu Wuhan, who was watching the battle from the sidelines, let out a startled shout, and before the words landed, a domineering power emanated from Lu Chaoyang's body.

"Jiang Fan, fuck off!"

Lu Chaoyang shouted, the blood mist that shrouded him was shocked, and Jiang Fan's strange fist technique could no longer control Lu Chaoyang in the slightest.

Then, Lu Chaoyang retracted the leg that kicked Jiang Fan, kicked it with his foot, and hit Jiang Fan's face with an elbow blow.

Jiang Fan had no choice but to collide with Lu Chaoyang, and the moment he made contact, Jiang Fan only felt as if he had been hit hard by the sharp horns of a rhinoceros, and the skeleton of his body flew backwards as if it were scattered.

Of course, before being knocked away, Jiang Fan tried his best to blast the power of qi and blood condensed in his hand into Lu Chaoyang's arm. Jiang Fan watched a series of blood flowers rush out of Lu Chaoyang's shoulder, and he was satisfied to collapse half of the courtyard wall and bury it in the clods of rubble.