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The Great Demon Fist is fierce and powerful, and the momentum is compelling! Back then, Zhou Botong used this way of boxing to match Yang Guo's gloomy ** palm, and he was masculine against masculine, but he only fell slightly behind.

Bang!

A punch hit the ground, causing Hu Chong and the others to only feel a shock on the ground, and there was a faint sound of energy colliding.

The sword qi collapsed.

Wang moved his body and rose a few feet suddenly, stepped out of thin air, and conjured up a ** afterimage, as if he was approaching Feng Qingyang's side like a volley step, his fist was shocking, and he punched into the sword net.

"What a fierce boxing method, looking at the rivers and lakes, I am afraid that it is also Shaolin Donkey Kong boxing, and the heavy hands in Wudang Taijiquan can be compared."

Feng Qingyang praised it, the long sword Xu Huang, the illusion of the Dao sword shadow, the sword light flew like a meteor, a sword is better than a sword, the sword does not leave the king's fists, arms! The strength of the puff was shattered, and the fist force had been broken.

At the end of the battle, several people watching the battle were already dizzy, and they only felt thrilled.

"The swordsmanship in the world can be practiced to such an extent?" Yue Lingshan exclaimed.

"This is the palm-breaking style in the Dugu Nine Swords!" Ling Hu Chong muttered softly, staring at the long sword that had been transformed by the wind, and for a moment, cold sweat had oozed from his palm.

He has been comprehending Dugu Jiujian for several years, and he thought that he had exhausted the essence of swordsmanship, but now that he saw the changes in the swordsmanship of Feng Qingyang, he realized that he was afraid that he was not even able to achieve three percent of Feng Qingyang.

Wang Dong has a very high talent in martial arts, no matter what martial arts he can comprehend at a glance, he is very easy to learn as soon as he learns! Rao is like this, and it is difficult for him to compare with Feng Qingyang Yijiazi in the comprehension of Dugu Jiujian.

Fighting with Feng Qingyang is also a catalyst for his swordsmanship.

He opened and closed his fists wide, rampage, and hit the body of the sword.

The wind is clear and changing, and a long sword comes and goes, like a ghost. Elusive.

Swish!

Suddenly, the sleeves of the wind cleared and the sleeves of the robe vibrated endlessly, and the long sword trembled endlessly, and it stabbed a sword at an almost impossible angle, this sword came quickly, the sword momentum was like light, and the trajectory was unpredictable.

Although this sword still has the shadow of Dugu Nine Swords, it is more of Feng Qingyang's personal comprehension.

A sword flying star, in a flash. It was three feet before the king left.

His figure suddenly moved, and he performed the method of horizontal movement in the Nine Yin True Scripture, almost as if he was teleporting, breaking through the sword blockade in an instant, and punching out on Feng Qingyang's side.

The wind is clear and his expression is solemn. A backhand sword on the parry.

At the same time, his figure flew back, and the long sword continued to swim in the process of flying back, like a long snake crawling, following various strange arcs and trajectories. Lines of sword light were scattered.

"Burst!" Ling Hu Chong's eyes widened, wanting to imprint that sword light into his mind, hoping to comprehend it.

Sure enough, Bo! It's like popping bubbles. Under the traction of the long sword, the strength shattered one after another.

Rumble!

Wang moved his body and did not move, his expression did not change, and he punched the air again.

Although the Great Demon Fist Method is a masculine and swift path. But what is completely different from the fierce fist method of all sects and factions in the world is that the changes in the tricks of this fist method are also wonderful. No less than any delicate work.

This punch seemed ordinary, but Feng Qingyang faintly felt that there were twenty or thirty changes after that, each of which blocked his back road, forcing him to face his edge.

He frowned, and the long sword slashed out, poo-bo-bo! In the burst of energy, a fist struck through the air.

The wind is clear, and the sword is in the air.

While!

In the sound of gold and iron, the long sword suddenly broke apart, shattering into countless pieces of iron in mid-air, and the wind cleared his sleeves and waved his sleeves one by one, dissolving the forced fist force one by one, but he couldn't help but take a few steps backwards under his feet.

With each step backwards, a shallow footprint appeared on the hard rock of the ground.

This is the reason why he channeled his energy into the ground.

Feng Qingyang took a deep breath and said with a wry smile: "Such a deep internal force, if you want to rely on internal force to win, the old man's old bones can't stand the toss, so he can only bow to the wind." ”

When Ling Hu Chong and the others heard this, their faces changed.

Feng Qingyang's swordsmanship is so high that it is like a divine skill, and he is still not an opponent?!

"Of course not! It's just a matter of trying Mr. Feng's skills. ”

Wang Dong has tried out his martial arts, which is indeed extraordinary, and ordinary first-class masters may not be able to win against him!

At the moment, the skill is limited to sixty percent, which is probably similar to Feng Qingyang, and the five fingers are together, slowly closed, "Mr. Feng will take my punch again." ”

The body flashed, flashed a few times, and punched away.

"Wonderful! Wonderful! Wonderful! Feng Qingyang said three wonderful words, the sleeves of his robe were rolled, and he choked, and the sword in Ning Zhong's hand was automatically unsheathed and flew into Feng Qingyang's palm.

A sword pierced the air, and the air whistled sharply.

"The light skills are wonderful, and the boxing technique is also wonderful, it is the spiral nine shadows and the Great Demon Fist method in the Nine Yin True Scripture!" He said while urging the exquisite swordsmanship.

"Mr. Feng has good eyesight!"

Wang Dong opened his fist, turned his fist into a palm, turned his palm into a claw, and jumped up in the air.

Like a flying eagle, it suddenly grabbed from the air.

"Take me again!"

Crash!

The air was rattling.

Feng Qingyang's expression changed, his body flashed, and the sword light shook, avoiding this amazing grasp, only to hear a sneer, and five deep claw marks were clearly scratched on the stone wall, each of which penetrated deep into the hard bluestone, which was intimidating.

"Nine Yin Divine Claw!" The wind is clear and moving.

Ling Hu Chong, Ning Zhongze, Yue Lingshan and others all saw that their scalps were numb, such a sharp claw force, Jin Tie was also about to be crushed, and several people hurriedly dodged to avoid it, far away from the battle circle, for fear of being killed by the pond fish.

"I've used the claw gong several times, and it's the first time that Mr. Feng has called the right name."

Wang moved to spun around, and grabbed it with one claw.

"Sure enough, it is the world's number one claw power, and it lives up to its name!" Feng Qing raised his toes a little stone wall, his body flew up several feet, and the long sword was swung out with his backhand, sprinkling cold stars.

The power of the king's claws changed, and when he broke through the sword momentum, the wind whistled and roared, and a green cloud swept away from the Siguo cliff.

Swish! The king moved the sleeves of his robe and rolled out, rolling up the Tianluo umbrella, and the people were like flying cranes, chasing the wind and raising their bodies.

Ling Hu Chong and the others only saw two figures flying vertically and vertically, and in the blink of an eye, a few ups and downs disappeared into the mist.

Several people hurriedly unfolded their bodies and chased after them, but after chasing for a while, they didn't even touch the shadow, and suddenly, hundreds of zhang away from the left, the sword roar between a mountain peak rose into the air, the cold light burst, and the sword light flew out of the sky.

Wow! Wow! Wow! The birds fluttered away, causing birdsong to chirp all over the sky.

"There it is!" Ling Hu Chong and the others hurriedly rushed over.

But before they could reach the position, they saw that the sword light was swimming away like a swimming dragon, and after a while, it swam to the other side of the peak.

Several people had to change their bodies and rush to the other side.

Choke! At this moment, a tremor pierced the sky, and then a long howl sounded, and a shadow was vaguely seen flying out, and in the blink of an eye, it was far away.

Ling Hu Chong and the others didn't know what was going on, so they hurriedly rushed over, only to see Feng Qingyang's long sword hanging low, standing on a mountain rock, and the sword marks on the mountain stone under his feet were everywhere, and they had been shattered!

Wang Dong is long gone.

Click!

The long sword in Feng Qingyang's hand suddenly exploded and shattered into pieces of iron, leaving only a bare hilt.

He smiled wryly and sighed: "Alas, defeat ......! And he murmured, "Good defeat, good defeat!" With a long roar, his figure came out and disappeared without a trace.

Ling Hu Chong never saw the wind clear again!