Bang bang.

Zhao Qingcian continued to avoid the strong and powerful fists, and the wall behind him was also hammered out of several holes, and gravel and sawdust flew in all directions.

The boxer did not give up and continued to attack.

Because this set of boxing methods is a rare pure offensive boxing method in Shaolin Temple.

The key point is that the fist is fierce and unparalleled, the fist speed is as fast as the wind, and the fist momentum is endless.

It is necessary to hammer the enemy directly until he can't stand up in a way that one punch is faster than one punch and one punch is stronger than one punch.

Its elements are particular about playing fast.

Because only by defeating the enemy in a short time can you reduce the internal force that is consumed more and more.

Zhao Qingcian faced such a strong and powerful fist technique, he should use palm techniques and sword techniques to restrain him.

Because although the Eagle Claw Gong is a top-notch martial art, it can be used to grasp the arm and grasp the palm.

But when used to grab a fist, the finger will be broken.

It's just that the bald donkey in front of him is unreasonable, as a first-class master, he rushed up before he could draw his sword.

Now he can only use the feminine power of the superior "Wudang Mianzhang" to constantly defuse its offensive and drag the words.

Bang bang bang.

Bang bang bang.

The fists and palms were clashed, and the eardrums were painful.

The Shaolin boxer's offensive still did not stop, and in the process of constantly pressing and fighting, Zhao Qingcian was even hit in the chest several times.

Every time, it was directly knocked away, but with the blessing of light work, it landed safely.

But Zhao Qingcian was able to get out of the battle circle at a lower cost of not being injured or slightly injured under the effect of golden quality inner armor and body protection qi.

It also broke the boxer's offensive and allowed him to punch from the beginning.

And so it goes.

Zhao Qingcian seems to be pressed step by step, and he has always fallen behind.

But the ten warriors couldn't understand it.

But the three people upstairs all understood that he was practicing kung fu with this body, and he was adding a peerless light skill, and he had never been hit hard at all.

If this Shaolin boxer who knows "Mighty King Kong Boxing" never grasps the opportunity and can't kill with one blow, then he, a first-class master, will also be completely defeated.

So, as time went on.

Under the continuous offensive of the Shaolin boxers, the operation of true qi became slower and slower.

The two of them walked around the small courtyard, tossing and turning, and the stone tables, stone piers, solid wood pillars, and walls around them were all beaten and there were holes everywhere.

Swish.

Boom.

Gravel brushed his face.

Zhao Qingcian dodged to the side dangerously and dangerously, looking at his somewhat weak fist skills.

In an instant, he used the eagle claw technique, and his fingers clasped his wrists.

But before he could exert his strength.

Ooh!

The Shaolin boxer shouted angrily, the muscles of his two arms bulged, as dazzling as copper and iron, and he resolutely broke free of the five fingers that he was holding, and his fists slammed into his face like two battering rams.

"Groove, Lao Yin Bi, it turns out that it will also be superior to the internal strength "Luohan Gong"?" Zhao Qingcian's face changed slightly.

His claw skills also turned into Wudang Mianzhang in an instant, and he dragged his two arms to deviate to the left and right, rubbing his head and slamming back.

Moment.

Not waiting for their arms to rebate.

Zhao Qingcian struck the ladder cloud and rose from the ground.

Its figure was still bent on its knees in mid-air, and the Shaolin boxer rolled over to the ground with his chin up.

But at the moment when he fell to the ground, his right leg was like a long whip, and it was thrown heavily on Zhao Qingciao's legs, and the two fell into the courtyard almost at the same time.

The next second.

Both sides got up at the same time, but Zhao Qingciao's speed was faster, even if his legs were already injured, they still came to him and hit his chest with an elbow.

Click, click, click.

Several ribs broke, and the boxer's body exploded, creating a spider's web-like crack in the wall.

What's even worse is that Zhao Qingchan's right hand also clasped his Heavenly Spirit Cover, and pressed it downward, causing him to kneel on the ground suddenly, and five blood marks were also flowing down his head to the ground.

Tick.

Tick.

"Stop."

"You two, please stop here." Someone upstairs shouted.

Zhao Qingcian stopped, and his legs were in sharp pain.

But he saw an inexplicable hatred and smile in the eyes of this Shaolin lay disciple.

The boxer saw that he didn't understand a little, so he sneered: "Look, it's just that a genius like you is unhappy, and I don't want you to pass the test." ”

"You're looking for death." Lu Chengfeng looked at King Kong angrily, and he was about to get on with a gun.

Zhao Qingcian raised his eyebrows to calm him down.

The boxer said indifferently: "That kid who plays with guns, if you want to avenge your master, then chase him out." ”

"Childe." Lu Chengfeng clenched his fists and wanted to chase after him.

"Be careful yourself." Zhao Qingcian didn't stop it.

The next product is the next product, the boxer is seriously injured, if he can't beat it, Lu Chengfeng will die if he dies.

Then, he took the 'long song' and walked to the last swordsman.

This person he knew, the future Grandmaster Swordsman.

Zhao Qingcian smiled slightly, and wanted to PY it.

But the most annoying thing for the Purple Mountain swordsman is that someone is more handsome than him, so he immediately took a step forward and handed over a sword.

Swish.

The cold light is blinding.

The sword glimmered in the sky.

This is the phenomenon that the true qi is about to leave the sword and form the sword qi, which is the initial ability that only the masters of the first grade have.

Zhao Qingciao's figure retreated, but the ink-splashed white shirt on his chest was still torn open by the sword, and several subtle wounds appeared in the ink armor.

The purple-clothed swordsman pressed forward step by step, and when the sword light swept away, ripples appeared, and the cicada brother couldn't guard against it.

Upstairs, the eyes of a handsome uncle who was drinking wine lit up: "What a fast sword, the sword has come out, the sword intent is awe-inspiring, that Purple Mountain swordsman is young, and he has the demeanor of a little kendo master." ”

"It's okay, then Zhao Qingcian has already fought two battles in a row, and his internal strength is insufficient, plus the boxer's whip leg is a blow, and now his leg is quite seriously injured, even if he has peerless light skills, it is difficult to perform, and the sword tester you found is too strong." The middle-aged man with a sword raised an eyebrow.

Lu Xiaofeng drank a glass of wine and smiled playfully: "That purple-clothed swordsman is not a sword tester, he is a disciple of an old friend of mine, or rather, I am an apprentice for him, so Zhao Qingcian can win or lose when facing him." ”

"Hey, this person is good at a lot of swordsmanship, in just a few breaths, I saw three superior swordsmanship, two top-notch swordsmanship, and seven middle and lower swordsmanship."

"Hey, are you the apprentice of the Purple Yi Hou?" The middle-aged man with the sword stood up and looked at Lu Xiaofeng with his eyes like swords.

"Yes, but when I went to the grave this year, the grass on his grave was more than three meters high, what are you excited about?" Lu Xiaofeng asked him to sit down.

The middle-aged man with the sword raised his eyebrows, and what he said was also ha.

So he smiled: "I can't think of it, everyone says that you Lu Xiaofeng can only use one finger in addition to light skills, but I didn't expect that you have practiced a lot of swordsmanship, and you can also accept apprentices on behalf of others." ”

Lu Xiaofeng shrugged helplessly: "If you don't practice the sword, how can you use your fingers to hold the main sword?" ”

"If you don't practice knives, how can you clamp the main knife?"

"In other words, you are proficient in all eighteen martial arts?"

"Have you seen Lao Tzu clamp a sledgehammer?" Lu Xiaofeng twitched.

"The hell knows what you caught in your women's clothes..."

"Who are you with?" Lu Xiaofeng was furious.

The middle-aged man with the sword replied very seriously: "I'll be with you two." ”

"Huh." Lu Xiaofeng shrugged: "I'm just asking, what kind of sword did you draw." ”

At this moment.

Another lightning-fast sword.

Zhao Qingcian also roared with his sword, and he brazenly caught up.

And when the sharp eyes and the two sword bodies collide together.

Moment.

The long sword in Zhao Qingchan's hand took off his hand, like a sword technique, and stabbed straight away.

The three of them all frowned, the Grandmaster and the Great Grandmaster were fine.

But a second-grade swordsman playing the sword without having enough true qi to control the sword body must be a true sword with a hand, and he can't get it back, which is looking for death.

But who knew that the purple-clothed swordsman had just knocked the sword away.

Zhao Qingciao's speed increased suddenly, and he immediately came to him, and in front of the purple-clothed swordsman's nervous little face, he directly came to a punch, and riding on him was a beating.

There was a crackle, the sword was out of his hand, and his face was swollen.

And while he was beating, he also chattered: "Do you accept it?" Convincing or not? Convincing or not? Let you cut through my clothes, look ugly and dare to shoot in advance? ”

The purple-clothed swordsman couldn't open his mouth, and his kung fu was not good, so he could only hug his head and cry.

All of a sudden.

The crowd was expressionless.

What a shameless trick.

But this is a contest of martial arts, not a contest of swords.

Zhao Qingcian usually doesn't hold a sword, it's not that he has the strongest swordsmanship, but he uses a sword to force the most handsome.

Others practice kendo.

The martial arts he practiced!

Kendo, boxing, swordsmanship, etc., no matter what kind of weapons and routines are cultivated to the extreme, you can reach the peak and become one of the best masters in the rivers and lakes.

But only by reaching the top of martial arts can you be invincible in the world!

He has absolute confidence in bringing together everyone's strengths, taking the essence and removing the dross.

Then create your own martial arts in the future.

……

Brother Cicada Small Theater ps: "Bang" There was a crisp sound, Brother Cicada was kicked on the ass by the girl and his wife, and flew out, he rubbed his twin strands, picked up the wooden sword and decided to go to the rivers and lakes.