Fist.

Sima Chaoqun's fists have knocked down more than 50 so-called "heroes";

And he himself has never been knocked down by anyone's fist, so he is still a true hero standing up.

"I won't take your life, I'll fight you with my fists!"

"Okay, I'll fight with you!"

Su Weiyun swung his fist to meet him.

Bang!

The two punches did not hit each other directly, but the arms struck each other, making a muffled sound.

"Good! Su Weiyun, you are a happy person! ”

Sima Chaoqun roared, like thunder, and attacked again!

He has learned the Kunlun School's "Flying Dragon Divine Fist", and mixed it into his unique "chaotic cloak style", the combination of the two, the fist moves are flying down, all in one go.

Coupled with his mighty divine power, he can almost suppress the opponent without any respite!

Sima Chaoqun's attack is always Su Weiyun's upper three lanes, and the changes in his moves are not complicated, but they are very difficult to deal with.

And Su Weiyun was not in a hurry, punch after punch, serious, upright, and honest, like a little apprentice who had just learned boxing.

No punch is superfluous and fancy, and no move is a good-looking cumbersome.

Bang bang!

Every hit is hard-hitting, real!

Both of them had red hands.

Sima Chaoqun laughed heartily and said, "Okay! Though you are my enemy, I admire you. There are not many people who can take my ten moves, and even fewer can be forced to take it down. ”

As he spoke, his fist style changed suddenly, and he suddenly became flexible and agile, swimming around Su Weiyun.

The Flying Dragon Fist Method, although it is powerful, cannot be used lightly; Once the dragon comes out of the water, it will soar into the sky!

This is the essence of the Flying Dragon Fist Method.

Sima Chaoqun was just venting his dissatisfaction, and then he used his true strength.

The wind was blowing.

The fist wind comes and goes, and it is stronger than the cold wind that stops at the beginning of the heavy snow!

The monks of the existing monastery saw a vicious fight between the two, but they only stopped at a distance and did not dare to come closer.

Zhuo Donglai was dressed in purple and stood alone on the side, not speaking or making a sound, silently watching the two fight.

He was observing Su Weiyun's martial arts path.

But he looked at it for a long time and realized that it was just an ordinary Arhat Fuhu Fist.

Luohan Fuhu Boxing pays attention to the word "positive".

So the two have very different playing styles.

Sima Chaoqun sometimes opens and closes, sometimes wanders, sometimes flashes left and right, sometimes jumps and moves, and the combination of body and fist moves is extremely exquisite.

His footsteps were whistling in the wind, and he trampled the snow under him into a mess.

There was black dirt in the snow, and weed roots from nowhere, all of which were messily showing their original shapes.

And Su Weiyun is very stable.

The snow beneath his feet was still serene and peaceful, with only seven deep footprints.

Seven footprints, removed from the snow, are already visible.

Other than that, there is nothing else.

The snow battlefields on both sides seem to be divided, distinct and incompatible.

One side is ruined and dirty, and the other side is clean and peaceful.

Judging from this alone, it seems that Su Weiyun has the upper hand.

- It is rumored that a Shaolin monk who is really accomplished in Luohan Fuhu Boxing will only leave a maximum of seven footprints on the ground after punching a punch on the snow.

Has Su Weiyun reached this profound realm?

Sima Chaoqun didn't believe it.

He didn't believe that a young cook could have such profound attainments in Luohan Fuhu Fist!

So he suddenly retreated slowly, quietly accumulating strength, and when he retreated to the seventh step, his fists suddenly poked out!

Green Dragon goes to sea!

If a green dragon wants to fly away from the sea, it must be a grand and spectacular scene of shrimp and crabs surrendering and a group of fish retreating.

His punches are exactly the same.

Sima Chaoqun's hands moved together, and he attacked five punches in one go, and all of his fists hit the key points on Su Weiyun's chest.

Su Weiyun resisted on the one hand, and quickly retreated on the other.

Sima Chaoqun attacked a total of five heavy punches, and Su Weiyun also took a total of five steps back.

Knock, knock, knock!

The snow melted, and Su Weiyun's every step was on the ground, as if it was hitting a heavy drum, making a heavy sound.

Zhuo Donglai secretly touched the short knife on his waist and exclaimed: "This person's internal strength is so deep!" ”

And Su Weiyun took Sima Chaoqun's five punches in a row, and when he stood on the last footprint, he suddenly stood up, looked at him squarely, lowered his shoulders and elbows, and pushed back with both hands.

He used this trick to secretly and ingeniously "let the tiger return to the mountain", and actually returned all his strength to the original place!

Sima Chaoqun's heart was not good, but under this seemingly insipid push, he was too late to change his moves, and when he leaned in front of him, the empty door was suddenly revealed!

He really shouldn't have attacked.

Facing an opponent like Su Weiyun, he shouldn't be in a hurry.

He is finally going to be defeated, and the hero who will never be defeated is finally going to be defeated!

But at this moment, Sima Chaoqun actually felt an indescribable sense of ease, as if he had gotten rid of some trapped shackles.

"Big heroes can't be defeated!"

Suddenly, an indifferent voice sounded in his ear.

Zhuo Dong is coming!

It's Zhuo Dong who has come to make a move!

Zhuo Donglai felt that something was wrong when Su Weiyun took the last step, and immediately pulled out a short knife from his waist, spun around, and slashed down towards Su Weiyun's head!

Sneak attack!

Especially when the two of them are fighting alone, it is extremely shameless to attack.

Zhuo Donglai is a noble man, he would never do such a despicable and shameless thing.

But for the sake of Sima Chaoqun's glorious heroic image, he can make an exception once, and he has to make an exception once!

Sou!

The blade slashes through the air!

Su Weiyun looked at all directions and listened to all directions, how could he not be wary of Zhuo Donglai?

He reflexively drew his sword, and in just a moment, he shook the Xiaoxiang sword in the air.

Clang!

The swords clashed with a crisp sound.

Su Weiyun snorted lightly, flew up, and swung his sword straight to Zhuo Dong!

Zhuo Donglai also rose to the sky and swept towards the Big Wild Goose Pagoda.

One person is like a swallow silhouette, and the other is like a purple cloud flying.

The two arrived at the second floor of the Big Wild Goose Pagoda almost at the same time.

At this time, Su Weiyun happened to use the second type of the Thirteen Swords to "Chase Souls and Kill Lives"!

Clang!

Zhuo Donglai blocked the blow and continued to sweep upward.

Su Weiyun chased after him, and on the third floor of the Big Wild Goose Pagoda, he stabbed out the third sword, breaking his intestines and killing him!

One inch strong, one inch long.

Su Weiyun relied on the long sword, took the lead, and continued to attack!

Zhuo Donglai used a short knife, so he only had to guard. Only when the time arises can you give Su Weiyun a fatal blow!

So Zhuo Dong flew away layer by layer, and the two of them immediately arrived at the fifth floor of the Big Wild Goose Pagoda.

Thirteen swords of life, the fifth style, heart-wrenching!

This sword was originally headed towards Zhuo Donglai's heart.

Although he narrowly avoided it, he was swept off a purple sleeve, blown off by the wind, and drifted to the earth.

Sixth floor.

Zhuo Donglai still didn't wait for the opportunity, his hand was almost cut off by Fang Cai's sword!

So the two came to the top floor of the Big Wild Goose Pagoda.

Seventh floor.

Each floor of the Big Wild Goose Pagoda is three feet high, and looking up from the ground, the two people on the seventh floor have become very thin and small.

Su Weiyun should have used the Seventh-Form of the Thirteen Dead-Killing Swords in the here and now, or even the Eighth Form of Hell to Kill him.

The seventh layer has reached the pinnacle, if he continues to use his sword, Zhuo Donglai will never be able to avoid it anymore.

But Su Weiyun suddenly stopped.

- Is he not very sure that he can defeat Zhuo Donglai, the "Purple Qi from the East"?

- Or is he afraid that he has caught up, and he may attack Sima Chaoqun with Zhuo Dong at any time?

Su Weiyun's face was expressionless, and no one could guess what he was thinking.

Spires on both sides.

Su Weiyun and Zhuo Donglai are separated.

The wind was howling, and it seemed to blow the two of them off the tower.

Zhuo Donglai looked at Su Weiyun and asked, "What does this mean?" ”

Su Weiyun sighed, "I know you are heroes. ”

He suddenly flew down the tower.

Zhuo Donglai followed closely and landed on the ground.

Su Weiyun said: "Heroes can't be defeated, I can understand your hardships." So I want you to understand me. ”

Sima Chaoqun asked, "What is your trouble?" ”

Su Weiyun smiled and turned to leave: "My distress is that it is almost noon now, and there must be guests in the restaurant, so I don't have time to fight with you anymore, I have to rush back to cook and cook." ”

After that, he really left from under the Big Wild Goose Pagoda.

Sima Chaoqun still looked at the seven deep footprints he left on the snow, and muttered, "What does he mean exactly?" ”

Zhuo Donglai said slowly: "What he meant was probably to tell us not to disturb his life in the future." ”