"Bang!"

The two people collided together like cannonballs, and the two powerful forces were carried head-on, and even the air currents made a sonic boom sound, and the window glass twenty meters away around was shattered into pieces!

Both of them grabbed each other's hands with one hand, and the empty hand clenched into a fist and smashed into each other's faces, but was blocked by the other party with their fists.

Just like this, punch after punch, no dodge, no fancy, pure power competition, the powerful fist wind produced bursts of sonic booms like thunder, the twisted air flow rolled up the two of them, and the body hit horizontally in mid-air, like two people lying on the ground face to face, because there was still a hand tightly entangled, so there was no separation, just non-stop punching!

Finally, Zhao Xingchen's punch hit Abba's forehead hard, and Abuba's fist also smashed his chin, blood spurted out of the mouths and noses of the two at the same time, and the two were separated by two strong forces that were difficult to compete with and fell to the ground!

"Ahem!" Zhao Xingchen coughed twice, swallowed a fishy breath coming out of his throat, his body seemed to fall apart, and it was a little difficult to stand up!

But Zhao Xingchen still stood up with a sore body, about five meters in front of him, Abuba also staggered and stood up straight, and the two looked at each other's eyes, both of them were a little sympathetic.

Refreshing!

This is how Zhao Xingchen felt about the battle just now, it was really refreshing! The bones of the body were loosened, the qi and blood were mobilized, and every inch of muscles, bones, skin and flesh were stretched, which could not be practiced by exercise!

In the past, against the enemy, even if he was pressed and beaten by others, and he was almost killed, he didn't have such a pleasant and dripping feeling as now, this Abuba, although he was not the most powerful opponent Zhao Xingchen had encountered since his rebirth, was the one he valued the most!

"I'm going to use a weapon!" Abuba took a deep breath, looked at Zhao Xingchen and said, "Although you are an opponent worthy of my respect, I still want to kill you! I want to protect my apprentices and not let them be harmed, now that I have eaten salt, let them have at least twenty years of cultivation results, so I must use your life to make amends!"

Zhao Xingchen watched him untie a three-meter-long whip from his waist, and he hadn't seen him use it yet, just holding it in his hand, he had already felt the extraordinariness of the whip, but he was not afraid in his heart, he took out the Yuanji Sword from the jade wrench, and said to Abuba: "If you have any ability, you can use it, and I will follow it!"

"Smack!" Abuba raised his hand, and the long whip threw out a whip flower in the air, making a crisp sound that tore through the air flow, and Abuba said to Zhao Xingchen: "The dragon tendon beats the divine whip, the sect's heirloom magic weapon, and I can't count the monks who died under this whip! Now you are going to become its victim, before you die, what do you have to say?"

Zhao Xingchen has also seen that the divine whip is really a good quality magic weapon, for a monk, having a magic weapon with good quality is like a tiger with wings, and the combat power has increased exponentially!

However, he has a magic weapon, Zhao Xingchen also has it, although the Yuanji Sword is not a top-grade spiritual treasure, it can not lose a cent in the face of the whip, and the magic weapon is a thing that can be continuously improved with the master's cultivation or refining, as long as it is not damaged, there is no permanent advantage or disadvantage.

Zhao Xingchen didn't say anything, just hooked his finger at Abuba, Abuba snorted coldly, and whipped at Zhao Xingchen!

"Whoosh!" Yuan Ji Sword swung and slashed towards the Divine Whip, but unexpectedly, the Divine Whip rolled up and wrapped around the Yuan Extreme Sword like a snake, and then a strong force came, and the other party actually wanted to snatch the Yuan Extreme Sword!

Zhao Xingchen's mouth showed a sneer, and the whole person followed the Yuanji Sword and rushed forward, and in the blink of an eye, he came to Abuba's face, and kicked out with a kick!

Abuba didn't expect Zhao Xingchen to play this trick, this borrowed strength, and even he didn't dare to take it hard, turned around to avoid it, and shook the whip, wanting to throw Zhao Xingchen out!

Zhao Xingchen held the sword in both hands as steadily as a mountain, and then rubbed his hands together, and the Yuanji sword came out of his hand and spun rapidly!

The speed of rotation was very fast, and the whip on it was getting thicker and thicker, Abuba's face changed greatly, and he was about to shake out the Yuanji Sword with his hand, but at this moment, a creepy feeling suddenly appeared in his heart, and his eyes caught a trace of cold light, almost subconsciously, he made the most correct reaction, let go of the whip, and slapped his hands in front of him!

A flying sword was caught by his hands, and the powerful force took him flying, retreating two meters, and hitting the wall with his back, but the flying sword still drilled forward with all his thoughts, as if to break free of his palm, Abuba used all his strength, and his arms did not dare to move back half a minute, as if he was holding down a giant beast, just when he was a little exhausted, the flying sword swooped back, leaving a blood groove in the palms of his left and right hands, and returned to Zhao Xingchen's body at once!

"Flying Sword?!" Abuba looked at Zhao Xingchen in horror, as far as the monks of the Jindan Realm were concerned, controlling the flying sword was nothing new, but who could really refine the natal flying sword?

The material of this thing is not possessed on the earth, and the refining method has not been passed down, it basically exists in legends, but I didn't expect it to be really seen by him today!

One peerless divine weapon is not enough, there is actually a legendary flying sword! Such an opponent, even if he is not sure of defeating himself, right? To be an enemy of such a person is really self-defeating!

"How can you control the flying sword? I have been to Zhongzhou country, visited all the great rivers, and also went to Kunlun, and visited real monks, in order to collect more cultivation methods, but I can be very clear, whether it is Zhongzhou country or Inca country, even if it is a large sect, there is no inheritance of cultivating flying swords and controlling flying swords, how do you know?"

Abuba looked at Zhao Xingchen with burning eyes, that kind of look, like a wolf who had been hungry for a long time saw a fat sheep!

Zhao Xingchen understands this kind of look, which is a look that only people who are obsessed with cultivation will reveal when they see what they are deliberately pursuing, but they can't ask for it in front of them!

"If you don't find it, it doesn't mean that you won't! The sect doesn't have it, it doesn't mean that I won't!" Zhao Xingchen looked at Abuba coldly, shook his head and said: "Your combat skills are indeed very good, I have never met an opponent who can fight and resist like you, and you are experienced and adaptable, you are a rare good opponent! It's just that you are still not my opponent!"

Abuba gritted his teeth and looked at Zhao Xingchen and said, "Do you think you can defeat me in this way? You are wrong! You haven't seen my true strength yet! Come again!"

As Abuba rushed forward, he rolled forward and picked up the whip on the ground, and his hands were divided, and one whip turned into two!

Then his hands began to wave cross, faster and faster, and finally it was like a thousand-armed Guanyin, and the sky was full of his whip shadow!