Feng Xiaohan is not a teacher, let alone anyone's senior brother, so it is naturally impossible to interpret the full meaning of this formula.

Of course, he doesn't need to interpret such a situation.

Mo Qiu noticed the strong wind blowing on his face, and he couldn't help but change his complexion.

The leg bones of the demon beast had such power in his hands, and the sense of threat brought by an inconspicuous smash even surpassed the Guqiu Mountain Sword.

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The words that the big fat man said during the martial arts competition at Qingzhu Peak have become classics, making all the disciples who are still in the realm of forging their bodies practice desperately.

When the realm is the same, the Yuan Qi is compared, and when the Yuan Qi is the same thick, the comparison is brute force.

Now the two of them have no vitality, and their divine consciousness cannot be released, which just meets the previous two points.

Feng Xiaohan's brute strength surpassed Changmingzong, and even the power of Guo Mingzhe's two fingers in the Lingxiao realm was almost shaken by him.

If Mo Qiu's delicate body was hit by this stick, the consequences would be very miserable.

A fierce color flashed in Feng Xiaohan's eyes, and an angry roar sounded, shaking people's hearts, as if he had returned to the wild boy who fought desperately when he was in the wilderness.

Jiang Wen unfolded his body, but it was too late.

The leg bone slammed into Mo Qiu's raised sword, and then landed on her shoulder.

The tremendous force lifted her straight out and landed heavily on the ground.

The black robe resisted most of the damage for her, and the power she received was evenly distributed throughout the black robe, reducing the power of her leg bones to the greatest extent.

But the black robe also tore a big gap because of this, and the hem was even more broken into rags, which looked embarrassing.

There was a trace of blood left on the corner of Mo Qiu's mouth, but in fact, he did not suffer serious internal injuries.

Without the cover of the black robe, when the cold wind rose, I couldn't help but shiver.

Shock was written on her face: "This wild boy actually has so much power. ”

When she was on the road, Jiang Wen had said that the other party had extremely strong brute strength, but she didn't take it to heart, because no one in front of the green sword could win by brute force. Who knew that after coming here, the vitality could not be used, and the movement was hindered under the internal injury, and it was extremely reluctant to dodge the attacking desolate sword, so he could only suffer hard.

The black robe is a hidden magic weapon, which is precious and has strong defensive power, but it can't withstand the power of Feng Xiaohan's blow.

What a terrible power.

Jiang Wenli stepped forward, and his right hand clenched into a fist and swung towards Feng Xiaohan.

He didn't have an iron rod, but a pair of iron fists were still strong, and the fists whistled in the cold wind, as if they could break through the wind and snow.

He is burly, but his body is extremely flexible, and he can always predict the opponent's attack in advance and dodge in advance, no matter how the leg bone in Feng Xiaohan's hand is waved, it fails to hit him.

Feng Xiaohan fell into a passive dodge situation for a while.

Jiang Wen kicked out, Feng Xiaohan drew a circle with his left hand, pinched the sword trick with his right hand, and his body suddenly became elegant, his short sleeves bulged, and two breezes were emanated.

Easily defused this kick.

This is the twelfth style of Jiazi's left-handed sword, with two sleeves and a clear breeze.

Left-handed swords are difficult because they are not handy, and few people practice them except for left-handers.

Jiang Wen raised his eyebrows slightly, and at the same time took a few steps on his hind legs, and said in surprise: "You even know this?"

Feng Xiaohan picked up the desolate sword, his left hand was yin, and his right hand turned into yang, and the endless sword momentum enveloped the other party.

"Pisces Sword?" Mo Qiu recognized the move.

Dragon Kill Sword.

Fengyun Sword Technique.

Mountains and seas swordsmanship.

Jiangshan Sword.

Treading the snow to find the plum sword.

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Many world-famous swordsmanship appeared in his hands, and there are many people in the world who are proficient in swordsmanship, but it is very rare to be able to connect the seemingly unrelated moves in each set of swordsmanship like him, and make the sword even stronger.

Only a swordsman who has mastered the essence of this sword can do this.

Mo Qiu was proficient in many swordsmanship, and only after several years of hard cultivation did he have an understanding, and he took a sword from each of the four of them, realizing the Four Seasons Sword that he had shown before.

Feng Xiaohan's various swordsmanship was at his fingertips, and the connection was perfect, causing Mo Qiu to exclaim.

This is simply a textbook kendo demonstration, did he start learning swords in his mother's womb?

There was a faint sound in the dark night in the distance, it was the roar of the demon beast, as if it was also cheering for him.

The two dismantled each other more than ten times, and then separated.

Feng Xiaohan gasped slightly, he once carried venison twice as big as him for more than 70 miles in the wind and snow under the witness of Guo Mingzhe, with unparalleled endurance and perseverance, it stands to reason that he should not be so easy to get tired.

His vitality was reversed before, his meridians were shocked, and the injuries of the battle on the riverside had not yet healed, although he had taken some pills, it was a drop in the bucket.

Therefore, it is not that every blow contains such a huge physical power, it is not that he does not want to or has the intention to design something, but he can't do it......

Each blow with all his strength will pull the injury and bring great pain.

Moreover, this time, he left the jungle and fled from the grassland, with the hard ground under his feet, and behind him was the Temple of the Reverse Heaven and He Xirou, the snow around the temple had become much smaller because of something, and he didn't know the origin of the other party, the magic weapons on his body, and the methods he would use.

There is no place to ambush and hunt.

It would be unwise and tricky to fight such an enemy in such a place.

He is still very bad at fighting openly and honestly between cultivators.

But his complexion did not change, his eyes were calm, and even if the internal injury was painful, it only made his breathing heavier.

But the next moment, the breathing gradually became calm, then faint, until it was silent.

The wind blew through where he stood, as if directly through his body, without the slightest change, as if he were standing there as if it were a puff of air.

Jiang Wen narrowed his eyes and said in his heart: "What kind of method is this, it can be hidden to such a point without vitality." ”

Feng Xiaohan's concealment method lies in his own fusion between heaven and earth, not that Zhao Haotian used some kind of Dao method.

Not just intentionally or because of his injuries, he didn't completely hide his breath.

Jiang Wen and Mo Qiu could even feel the feeling when the other party's two sharp eyes swept across their faces, like a sword slashing in front of them, and the wind they brought up stroked their cheeks.

They know that the other person has changed, but they don't know what that means.

But He Xirou knew - he was going to fight hard.

Mo Qiu came to Jiang Wen and said softly: "Uncle Wen, it's hard work, come back to me." ”

Jiang Wen was also seriously injured, and it can be seen that the coma time when he was by the river was much longer than Feng Xiaohan, although he has been healed nine times out of ten, but the most important thing he needs for the first recovery of a major injury is to recuperate, and it is best not to do it.

He Xirou took a step forward and was stopped by Feng Xiaohan.

The spirit of the purple cloud is the power of the Great Dao, and her flesh and blood are fused, in order to open the door of the palace, she exhausts the purple qi, unless the rising sun leads the purple qi to the east, it is difficult to recover on its own. In other words, even if she was full of vitality and full of consciousness, she was still weak.

It's like depleting the essence in the body and getting a serious illness.

She is a patient.

How dare Feng Xiaohan let her go to war?

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"Whatever the reason for all of this, whatever the point of this chase, you've made a big mistake. ”

Feng Xiaohan glanced at Jiang Wen, who had retreated to the side, and said calmly.