The sword has not arrived, but the qi has arrived.

The fierce sword qi struck one after another, causing Zhou Chen's exposed skin to be covered with blood, and his face was already covered with blood; The wound was short, shallow, and not painful, but it was enough to wear down one's will, and the consciousness gradually thought that this powerful, domineering sword could not be taken.

I have never practiced swords, but I also know the essence of swordsmanship; Uncle Qiao's swordsmanship is sharp, fast, and majestic, how can such a powerful move be resisted?

Relying on a dagger in your hand?

This dagger is from Qi Shoutian's hand, yes, it is also a supreme blade, but the sword in Uncle Qiao's hand is also a divine weapon.

Can't cope with it at all.

Looking at the attacking Uncle Qiao, Zhou Chen made up his mind, quickly put the dagger in his hand back into his waist, clenched his fists, gathered his mind, ran his internal strength, and quickly bombarded the attacking Uncle Qiao, and shouted: "Bagua God Fist." ”

The first weight of the Bagua Divine Fist, a total of more than 100 moves.

Zhou Chen fought very quickly, his boxing moves kept changing, and when Uncle Qiao's sword attacked, Zhou Chen had already played more than ten punches; The fist moves bombarded out and the sword qi attacked by Uncle Qiao collided violently, making a "bang, bang" sound, and under the constant change of boxing techniques, a gossip diagram was outlined.

Uncle Qiao's long sword attacked, and the tip of the sword was in the center of the Bagua Array; Uncle Qiao, who always maintained an indifferent look on his face, unexpectedly showed a touch of surprise, his internal strength was running, and his strength was a little heavier, but the gossip array compiled by the other party with his fist strength was extremely hard, and the sword was actually blocked.

The surprise on Uncle Qiao's face became solemn, and the endless internal strength was used on his arm, which was transmitted to the sword, and the tip of the sword pierced a little.

One centimeter.

Two centimeters.

Five centimeters.

Although the sword moved slowly, it did not stop.

The group of people around were completely dumbfounded, and the general martial arts practitioners who struck out with their fists and formed a gossip array couldn't see it, they didn't understand why Uncle Qiao's sword was so slow, he should have been fast, and he should have stabbed Zhou Chen's chest with a sword.

What the hell is going on?

Feng Mingchao's hideous face disappeared suddenly, and his eyes looked at the two people who were relying on their internal strength to support this battle. He never thought that Zhou Chen would be able to persist to such a point, although he had never seen Uncle Qiao use the "Spirit Rhino Sword", but he heard rumors that Uncle Qiao's "Spirit Rhino Sword" was extremely domineering, comparable to the most famous swordsmanship in Huashan, and Uncle Qiao's cultivation was definitely comparable to Elder Huashan, only under Yue Donglin, the head of Huashan.

You can even make more than ten moves under Yue Donglin.

The tip of the sword was getting closer and closer, and it was only twenty centimeters away from piercing Zhou Chen's chest.

Zhao Xuan'er looked nervous, her cultivation was not high; But Uncle Qiao's sword moves made her feel terrified, it was too terrifying and murderous, it was even more powerful than her master. Although she wanted to go up and help, Zhao Xuan'er couldn't move half a minute at all, it seemed that her legs and mind were shocked by the other party's sword qi, and the fear in her heart made her unable to move half a minute.

A few centimeters closer.

Uncle Qiao's sword still kept moving towards Zhou Chen's chest, and it seemed that it could pierce into Zhou Chen's chest in the next moment.

Looking at the sword that was gradually approaching him, Zhou Chen's face was calm, and he could be said to be indifferent; The more this crisis is, the more he can calm down, and he knows that if he doesn't calm down, the result will be defeat; Since they are all likely to lose, it is better to calm down and think about how to deal with it, and maybe win.

It's just that with the tip of the sword constantly approaching his chest, Zhou Chen still didn't come up with any way.

Because there is no way.

In the face of Uncle Qiao's fierce sword, it can be said that no one can resist it.

This sword is too powerful.

This sword is too domineering.

It's simply irresistible.

In that case, it is not blocked.

Thinking of this, Zhou Chen's body moved slightly, and his fists were immediately retracted; Closing the fist, the gossip array formed by the bombardment of the fist had no internal strength to support, and immediately turned into nothing. Without resistance, the sword in Uncle Qiao's hand was like thunder and lightning, piercing Zhou Chen's chest.

The sword, too sharp.

The strength of the sword is too strong.

In an instant, the sword pierced Zhou Chen's chest, and the hilt of the sword was directly against Zhou Chen's chest, and Uncle Qiao's figure also moved forward, almost clinging to Zhou Chen.

Blood kept pouring out of Zhou Chen's mouth, dripping down the corners of his mouth, and falling on Uncle Qiao's hand.

Uncle Qiao didn't move, his eyes looked directly at Zhou Chen, who was only a few centimeters away from him, and a touch of helplessness appeared on his face, and said, "At such an age, it is indeed amazing to have such a cultivation." It's a pity, it's a pity......"

Zhou Chen grinned, smiled, the blood in his mouth fell more, and asked, "Why is it a pity?" ”

Uncle Qiao's face was full of surprise and puzzlement.

This is already the case, anyone can see that he is no longer good, his sword has pierced his chest, even if he does not die, he is absolutely seriously injured, and there is no power to fight back at all; But there was a confident look on his face, which was not at all the expression that a dying man should have.

Uncle Qiao's cultivation was profound, and he instantly sensed that something was wrong, and immediately drew his sword and retreated, but it was too late.

Just as Zhou Chen asked that sentence, his hand had already moved, and the prepared palm thunder bombarded towards Uncle Qiao's heart.

This palm thunder was too abrupt to be guarded against, even a master like Uncle Qiao couldn't imagine that Zhou Chen, who was pierced in the chest, could make such a powerful move; The chest was hit with a bang, and Uncle Qiao, who was unguarded, suddenly felt like a lightning strike, his body was knocked out, and the sword that pierced into Zhou Chen was also pulled out by Uncle Qiao under this strong force.

"Poof"

The sword was pulled out suddenly, and blood spurted out of Zhou Chen's chest.

With such a powerful palm thunder, Uncle Qiao's heart was scorched black, and the coarse cloth clothes were already scorched; As soon as he steadied himself, the blood gushing from his throat could spurt out before he noticed a figure coming down.

It's not fast.

But for the injured, it's fast.

Uncle Qiao stubbornly swallowed the blood that surged to his mouth, and before he even had time to get up, he stabbed the sword in his hand.

"Bang"

Zhou Chen, who had already pulled out the dagger from his waist with his left hand, quickly picked it up, and then dissolved this killing move, and his body had already arrived in front of Uncle Qiao, and the Bagua God Fist Fist Fist Technique blasted towards Uncle Qiao's chest.

"Bang"

A strong punch slammed into Uncle Qiao's chest.

This punch is more powerful than the palm thunder, and the two punches hit the same place, almost shattering Uncle Qiao's heart. Uncle Qiao, who was lying on the ground with a mouth full of blood spraying out, was covered in blood, but he actually had a smile, opened his mouth with difficulty, and said, "No...... Wrong, very ...... Not bad...... of the afterlife. ”

"Don't worry, I'll take your sword." Zhou Chen clutched his chest and staggered to Uncle Qiao, and said seriously.

"Thank you."

Uncle Qiao grinned and smiled, his eyes gradually closed, and he fell asleep forever.

Looking at Uncle Qiao lying on the ground, Zhou Chen looked respectful, he was an admirable opponent, he was an admirable opponent. Zhou Chen bowed deeply to Uncle Qiao's corpse, squatted down and picked up the sharp sword on the ground, the sharp sword full of his own blood.

The wind roaring in the distance was full of disbelief.

How can it be?

How could he have killed Uncle Qiao?

No way.

When pigs fly.

Feng Mingchao's face was hideous, and he almost shouted, no, no matter what, he couldn't let Zhou Chen leave alive today.

"Kill him, kill him for me."

Hearing the heart-rending roar of the wind, Zhou Chen dragged his seriously injured body and looked back, only to see the black muzzle of the gun aiming at him. Zhou Chen smiled bitterly, he didn't expect to kill Uncle Qiao, but he still inevitably died, and now that he was seriously injured, how could he dodge the bullet?