Swish! Duan Zhixing's majestic but handsome face was distorted, and he looked at the long sword in his hand in disbelief, with a trace of regret in his eyes.

On the smooth and bright jade sword body, a gap actually appeared, and it was almost cut off by Zhu Hefeng's sword.

This made Duan Zhixing, who cherished this jade sword handed down from his ancestors, feel distressed, and subconsciously took a few steps back.

Bang!

On this side, Zhu Hefeng forced Duan Zhixing back with a sword, and on the other side, Hong Qigong's eighteen palms of dragon descent were hit again.

The dog-beating stick that was originally held in his palm was inserted into Hong Qigong's waist, and his hands, which had only nine fingers, flipped and struck out with one palm.

Whew! The eighteen palms of the dragon descending are the most fierce and domineering ones in the world, and the power is shocking and indestructible.

Now that a palm was struck, a dragon groan came out of the void, and the monstrous palm power condensed, turning into a divine dragon with teeth and claws, and went straight towards Wang Chongyang.

"Okay, Poor Dao will teach the beggar gang today, the eighteen palms of the mighty dragon descending from the world." Seeing that Hong Qigong exhibited the stunt of the eighteen palms of the dragon, Wang Chongyang was happy to see the hunting, and created his own mastery - the frost and ice-breaking palm method was displayed.

This set of palm techniques is Wang Chongyang's kung fu that he has learned from the Taoist scriptures, which seems to be calm, but in fact it is full of stamina.

Just like Hong Qigong, his palms flipped over, but the palm power seemed to be unsettling.

Bang!

The four palms collided in the void, and a loud bang sounded, and Hong Qigong's divine dragon seemed to have come to the ice and snow, and dispersed in an instant.

At the same time, they confronted each other's skills head-on, and the two masters both trembled slightly, and it seemed that each other's skills were comparable.

Only Zhu Hefeng, who had been paying attention to Wang Chongyang on one side, found that between the palm collisions, Hong Qigong's footsteps took half a step back, but Wang Chongyang was as motionless as a mountain.

The seven masters compete with each other and do not give in to each other.

All of them showed their skills, and under the melee, they changed their opponents every time. Sometimes, it was still Hong Qigong who fought Ouyang Feng, and Ouyang Feng fought with Huang Yaoshi, and then, Zhu Hefeng or Wang Chongyang came to meet a rival in love, and sometimes broke up with Lin Chaoying and his wife.

Between the seven masters, even if there is a difference between superior and inferior, it is only a thin line, and it is not far from each other.

Under the scuffle, the pride and fighting spirit in each other's hearts were stimulated, and a terrifying fight began.

In the end, everyone was sweating like rain, and endless sweat fell on Chaoyangtai, and each other's qi completely sealed the entire Chaoyangtai.

At that time, no matter how good the master, he could not take half a step on the platform.

Around Chaoyang Terrace, Duan Zhixing's four major guards and Wang Chongyang's two disciples, as well as other masters who rushed over after hearing the news, all looked intently at the melee on Chaoyang Terrace.

The martial arts of the seven masters really made the heroes shackle and dumbfounded.

This fight was stunned from day to night.

When the mild sunlight completely disappeared into the evening sky, there was a loud bang on the Chaoyang platform again.

Bang!

Zhu Hefeng and Lin Chaoying's two swords clashed, and the other palm struck out almost in no particular order, causing the void to vibrate.

Then, both of them trembled and separated.

Swish! Countless fine lights flickered in Zhu Hefeng's eyes, and after a day of scuffle, Zhu Hefeng only felt that what he had learned was constantly summarized, and he had the potential to return to the sea.

The self-created Imperial Book of Heavenly Treasures, as well as the Treasure Book of Mercy Flowers and Dugu Nine Swords, are reflected in the martial arts of the five masters with their own styles, and they are all about to be combined.

In an instant, there was a trace of mystical aura emanating from his body.

"Are you finally coming to your senses?" Capturing a trace of mystery emanating from the depths of Zhu Hefeng's eyes, Lin Chaoying's beautiful eyes blinked, and a deep joy swelled in his heart, and he secretly said to himself.

"Master, seniors, you have all been fighting for a day, and you will rest for the night, it will never be too late to fight!"

After the melee of the seven masters on this day, their qi and qi were already linked together, and Zhu Hefeng's aura was only a slight change, and it was perceived by the other masters.

Sensing a trace of vigorous momentum emanating from him, Wang Chongyang and the other five masters all changed color slightly, and the originally entangled figures also separated abruptly.

And Ma Yu, who was guarding outside the Chaoyang Terrace, saw the seven masters suddenly separate, and his heart, which was originally in his throat, couldn't help but fall to the ground, and hurriedly shouted.

Swish!

Hearing Ma Yu's call, the seven masters all cast their eyes out, and their eyes were extremely sharp. Seeing this, Ma Yu and the others each took out the food and water that had been prepared a long time ago, and handed it to Chaoyangtai.

Goo!

Lifting a water bladder filled with water, Zhu Hefeng drank all the water in the water bladder, and then threw away the water bladder in his hand as if he was still unsatisfied.

"Are you hurt?" Lin Chaoying's eyes wandered, and the starlight in his eyes fell on him, and he asked with concern.

In his mind, all kinds of martial arts were intertwined, and Zhu Hefeng only felt that his head was about to get bigger, but he shook his head and said, "It's okay." ”

"It's been a long time since I've had such a good fight!"

As he spoke, a sense of excitement permeated him. Hearing him say this, Lin Chaoying couldn't help but nodded.

She could hear that it was her husband's truth.

After a day of melee, the internal strength of the seven masters was not small, and they did not enter a drop of water.

After eating some game steamed buns, steamed buns and the like, everyone crossed their knees one after another. And at this moment, dressed in a green robe, the extremely evil Huang Yaoshi suddenly took out a porcelain bottle, uncorked it, and a fragrant breath spread.

Syllable!

With a flick of his fingers, his self-created finger snapping magic power was unleashed, and several pills flew out, heading straight for the six masters.

As soon as the six masters reached out and grabbed it, they saw a fragrant pill in their hands, and they felt comfortable when they smelled it slightly.

"Brother Huang, who are you?" Hong Qigong's eyes rolled and asked.

Huang Yaoshi sat cross-legged on a large stone, poured out a pill from the porcelain bottle, raised his head and took it, and said in a cold tone:

"This is my secret Nine Flowers Jade Dew Pill, which has the effect of consolidating the foundation and cultivating the yuan. After taking it, you can recover your strength faster. ”

"Then thank you Brother Huang for your kindness." Zhu Hefeng smacked his lips while stuffing the Nine Flowers Jade Dew Pill into his mouth, "I was really moved by the fact that I was willing to take out such a precious pill." ”

Seeing Zhu Hefeng eat his Nine Flowers Jade Dew Pill, Huang Yaoshi was slightly stunned, and a touch of emotion appeared in the depths of his eyes, but he said in his mouth: "Brother Wuwu Dao actually eats it, aren't you afraid that what I give you is poison?" ”