The wound of this sword was several times larger than the wound in the chest and abdomen of the blue-shirted monk, and the blood shot out like a spring, and it was difficult to say which of the two was more seriously injured.

The blue-shirted monk smiled and wanted to add another force, but Qin Zhong was already instinctively holding the sword body, holding the sword tightly, a layer of golden light lit up in his hand, and the remaining golden body power all poured into his hand.

As soon as the blue-shirted monk exerted his strength, he realized that the sword in his hand did not move at all, Qin Zhong held the blade in his hand, and the blood flowed in his hands, but it was like steel cast iron, unshakable.

Stabilize the power of the three dragons! At this moment, even with the ability of the blue-shirted monk, he was extremely surprised, and the strength of Yijie in the early stage of foundation building was actually a line higher than that of his half-step method, and this son would never be left behind.

At this thought, the blue-shirted monk's heart was furious, and he took a deep breath, his body swelled suddenly, and the strength in his hand suddenly doubled.

Qin Zhong felt the sudden vibration from the sword's body, and without thinking about it, a head hammer slammed straight over, but his experience in hand-to-hand combat was extremely rich, and the fleeting fighter plane of the blue-shirted monk's fortune was already firmly grasped by him.

This head mallet was in the middle of the bridge of the blue-shirted monk's nose, and Rao Yougang's qi protection body was also knocked to pieces, and the running exercises were immediately interrupted.

The nosebleed for a long time, a sudden flower in front of his eyes, he knew that something was wrong, and flew up with a kick, right in Qin Chong's lower abdomen, and even the person retreated sharply with a sword.

However, at this time, how could Qin Chong allow him to get out and regroup?

The magnetic force of the earth element around the body has increased by a multiplier. Qin Zhong kept punching the blue-shirted monk tightly, not to charge his strength, but also to take only a quick word, and his fists and feet were specially used to greet the blue-shirted monk to the most uncomfortable place, that is, not to allow the blue-shirted monk to have the opportunity to cast spells.

Qin knew in his heart that the injuries on this blue-shirted monk's body were only suppressed by him with a secret method, and they were by no means lighter than himself. At this moment, the body control method that Qin Zhong had learned in the Nether Realm had played a huge role, and the muscles were already repairing on their own, and after a while, the bleeding in the wound had stopped.

The blue-shirted monk was also a veteran of a hundred battles, and he suffered a few heavy blows, regardless of the dark blue in the corners of his eyes, he exerted the power of the dragon elephant, and stood firmly on the spot, attacking against attack, not retreating an inch.

The sound of fists to flesh was mixed with a muffled snort, and the two of them collided dozens or hundreds of times in a dozen breaths.

Fist and foot fighting is no better than a sword, and the pain in the body is ten times more than a hundred times.

The strength of the blue-shirted monk's fists and feet was not inferior to Qin Chong's, and with the use of secret methods, it was crushing for a while, suppressing Qin Chong, and Qin Chong only had the power to parry and did not fight back.

Fortunately, Qin Chong's control of his body can be described as superb, unmatched, and he can always avoid the important in times of crisis, or transfer most of his strength to his feet.

Qin Chong's feet, under the fierce block, had sunk into the ground. One after another, Shen Xiong's incomparable fist power continued to hit down heavily, even if his physical strength was as strong as his, it was extremely difficult.

However, the most terrifying thing is the change in the fist of the blue-shirted monk, who can always interrupt Qin Chong's momentum with an unpredictable attack before Qin Chong wants to unleash the Divine Fist of Fortune.

However, Qin Chong didn't feel fear at the moment. On the contrary, the heart is beating like a drum, how long has it been that I have not been so enthusiastic?

And at this time, every time he took a punch, Qin Zhong could feel that his boxing skills were a little refined.

Since he learned Dingyun Shenquan, he has never been suppressed in boxing.

Under the pressure at this moment, the boxing theory learned before, all kinds of boxing methods also appeared in the heart again, and the feeling was extremely vivid and thorough.

The top monk in the golden pill is really famous. The two of them continued to fight each other for nearly a quarter of an hour, and the blue-shirted monk always firmly held the upper hand, never giving Qin Zhong a chance.

And Qin Chong, the alien demon in the foundation, was not picked up in vain. Although he has always been on the defensive, he has firmly occupied the upper hand, and there has never been a flaw for the opponent to take advantage of.

With this person's strength, it is not difficult to defeat him, but it is even more difficult to defeat him and hurt him.

And as time passed, Qin Chong could gradually feel that this person's fist strength was weakening slightly, and it was not as good as it was at the beginning.

When it is the manifestation that the secret method can no longer suppress the injury.

Sure enough, after another half a moment, the blue-shirted monk snorted, and after punching violently, he suddenly rose into the air with the help of a powerful rebound force, breaking away from contact with Qin Chong.

At this moment, Qin Chong's eyes flashed with essence.

After receiving so many punches, waiting for this moment, all the strength that the nameless exercise had accumulated for a long time was vented, and suddenly a dragon and a dragon appeared clearly in front of the blue-shirted monk.

The dragon is a great celestial dragon, and the elephant is the god of the mountain.

As soon as Qin's heavy fist shook, the dragon and the elephant rushed into the sky with the momentum of pulling out the sea from the mountains, and shook the blue-shirted monk in the sky.

The blue-shirted monk's eyes were wide open, and his eyes were full of disbelief.

"Dragon Elephant Zhenyue? You're ......."

Before the words fell, the shape of the dragon elephant was already crushed. The blue-shirted monk smiled fiercely, but he did not move, allowing the shadow of the dragon elephant to envelop his body.

Not good, a trace of ominous thought flashed in Qin Zhong's heart, and he hurriedly added a punch "Fist Zhen Mountains and Rivers", and with one punch, thirty-six fist prints roared out.

At the same time, the blue-shirted monk's breath suddenly retracted, and the shape of the dragon elephant actually turned directly into his body, but the fist power accumulated by Qin Chong's painstaking will was forcibly collected by the other party, and the next moment, the shape of the dragon elephant actually rushed out directly from this person's hand, and the "fist town mountains and rivers" were consumed.

Since it was already a distance, the blue-shirted monk naturally re-grasped the long sword, and with a shake of his hand, a formidable sword aura suddenly dispersed, directly locking on to Qin Chong.

At this time, although the blue-shirted monk was wearing a Taoist robe full of holes, but with a sword in his hand, he seemed to be in the abyss, with unparalleled majesty and the bearing of a great grandmaster.

Even his face returned to coldness. The blue-shirted monk's body was fixed in the air, and then the sword intent that filled the sky and the slaughter immediately returned to the sea all poured into his body from all directions.

The sword feather is out, and the sword is one

The whole person and the sword seemed to become one.

"Be careful, this is the magic power of ancient sword cultivation, ten thousand swords are one, although this person has learned wrongly, but the sword theory is the same, and the power can be used as a blow to the law."

Qing'er warned loudly, and before the words fell, he saw that the blue-shirted monk pointed his sword into the sky, and there were thousands of sword shadows in the sky as if they were the feathers of a bird, falling down layer by layer, and then quickly merging into one, and the merger of each sword feather made the power of this sword greater.

Qin Chong shook his hand, took out the remaining six swords, inserted them in front of him, and read aloud:

"Ambition" ......

"Heaven and earth shake each other, and you don't know how to be poor."

A violent fluctuation and oscillation enveloped the Baizhang range of Fang Yuan with Qin Chong as the center, and the surrounding swarming vitality had already formed a funnel connecting Qin Chong below.

This fluctuation formed a barrier in front of Qin Chong, and the faint light flashed, as if it was weak but strong.

The blue-shirted monk was stunned and immediately scoffed.

"I can't help myself!"

With a finger of his hand, the sword containing countless sword power flashed in, silently, without a trace of excess power leaking out, only the tip of the sword was slightly slighted, and there was the power of God to block and kill God!

In front of this barrier, only a little red on the tip of the sword flashed, and it had broken through this barrier and rushed forward again.

At this time, Qin Chong also read the second line of the poem:

"The characters are normal, there is a beginning and an end."

It was as if time had come to an end, and the air seemed to have come to a standstill, and the blow as strong as the blue-shirted monk had to pause for a moment before the attack was blazing again.

……

The long sword crosses the nine fields, and the high crown brushes the dome.

……

However, the strength of the blue-shirted monk is indeed incomparable, and a battle poem is the best result to be able to block this sword for a single breath.

Fortunately, Qin Chong didn't really expect the previous battle poems to play a big role, and what really could compete with the blue-shirted monk was the last two sentences that had been brewed countless in the front.