"Yes, Elder. Zhen Yinjian walked out in response. Compared with Ge Shan's calculations, he didn't have any worries, after all, for him, today's fierce battle was inevitable, whether it was early or late, it was no different.

Zhen Yinjian and Bulong walked to the center of the square, the stone bricks that were broken yesterday had been replaced with new ones, and the efficiency of the sect's miscellaneous disciples was still quite high. The two stood quietly, neither of them said anything, but looked at each other, and the atmosphere froze all at once!

"I have to say, your performance yesterday was really good, but I exaggerated to say that there is no one in your sect. Bulong smiled at the corner of his mouth.

"But today I'm going to show you the essence of this sect. If you want to win me, it's a fool's dream!" After saying this, Bulong's momentum changed, and a violent aura swept through his body.

A scorching aura erupted from his body, a furious aura swept through his clothes, and the sky-high aura burned the eyes of the spectators like hot magma. Bu Long tore off his shirt and left his toned bronze muscles. There were several black scars on his chest, apparently from the fierce battle.

Zhen Yinjian quickly made a judgment, this is a monk with a very strong physical body!

"Come on!" a low roar came out of Bulong's throat, and his body struck like a bolt of lightning!

"So fast!" Zhen Yinjian had just sighed in his heart, and he found that Bulong had already bullied himself, and his tower-like body pounced on Zhen Yinjian.

Boom......

There was a bang in the air, and Bulong's punch was empty!

It turned out that Zhen Yinjian had already judged the rhythm of the attack according to his footwork before the opponent's punch, and avoided this explosive blow in a millimeter!

Touching his slightly red and stinging neck, Zhen Yinjian's eyes became more solemn. Just by this random punch, the powerful and strong energy swept into his neck, making him feel a tingling pain. If you are bombarded with such a heavy punch head-on, your body may not be able to bear it.

Zhen Yinjian instantly made a judgment on Bulong's combat power. This is an enemy who is extremely powerful, but not as good as himself.

If you want to defeat him, you need to avoid his attacks, consume his strength, and wait for the right time to strike. After all, no one can sustain such a high-intensity punch, and such a burden on the body is not small.

Although a punch was empty, Bu Long didn't seem to be surprised, and his heavy punch swept past Zhen Yinjian's place one after another.

The scorching energy plowed across the floor like a heavy knife, and the floor tiles that could withstand the peak of the Innate Spirit Realm were broken like tofu, revealing the black soil inside. The powerful qi even seemed to scorch the air, making this main peak square full of pungent aura.

One, two, three......

Zhen Yinjian dodged Bulong's fist for a while, and at first he had the advantage of body speed, but after about ten moves, he found that the situation was not so simple!

This step dragon didn't know what exercises he had practiced, and the speed of the boxing method was not fast at first, but after ten moves, the punching speed of each punch increased, and at first it even caught Zhen Yinjian a little off guard, and he was almost hit!

"Hehe, I feel different, this is just the beginning, and the fun is still to come!" Bulong sneered, revealing his snow-white teeth.

No, we have to find a way. In this moment of panting, Zhen Yinjian already knew that the situation was not good. If he continues like this, his physical strength may not be able to support it, and with the strength of Bulong's physical body, his physical strength will inevitably be better!

He missed out that his physical strength was not a level compared to the current humanoid tyrannosaurus general step dragon.

"Yun Qing, can such a disciple be called a monk?" Ge Shan gritted his teeth when he saw the bull-like Bu Long.

"Hahaha, Lao Ge, you're still too old-fashioned. Who said that the flesh is strong and not a monk, and there are still few monks who have been sanctified in the flesh since ancient times?" Yun Qing laughed heartily, and saw that Bu Long really suppressed Zhen Yinjian, and he was very happy in his heart.

Ge Shan's face was still ugly, but he didn't say anything more. The king's victory and defeat, the excuse of the loser is not cared for. And it is true that in ancient times, there was no shortage of monks who relied on their bodies to cross the seas. He just forgot about this stubble for a while because he was so angry!

Looking at the main peak square again, the battle situation has become more and more unfavorable for Zhen Yinjian. After thirty moves, Bu Long's punching speed was already like lightning, and his power was as hot as magma, and Zhen Yinjian used all his strength to barely be able to dodge.

"Coward, will you only hide?" Bulong let out a muffled laugh in his throat, breathing heavily.

Zhen Yinjian didn't say anything, he knew that it was difficult to consume more of Bulong's physical strength by dodging at this time, and his physical strength had also dropped sharply, so he couldn't do it anymore.

Boom! The sound of an explosion sounded, and many people present felt that their ears were shocked, and some of them lost their hearing! This power was so great that the transmission in the air alone shocked the eardrums of many disciples.

Zhen Yinjian withdrew his punch that blasted out, his body took ten steps back, and the tiger's mouth was already oozing red blood, and his forearm was also in some severe pain. On the other hand, Bu Long only took a step back from his body, and there was no scar on his fist.

"He actually blocked it?" Bu Long looked surprised, very puzzled by this result.

He is too clear about his own strength, because he is practicing the sect master's Xuanjie Zhongpin boxing method "Golden Refining Body Fist", plus he has been practicing for several years, and he has thoroughly understood the essence of the boxing method, and he has been able to fully exert the power of this set of boxing methods.

Such a powerful fist technique was comparable in strength to a casual blow from a Fatian Peep Realm cultivator! But Zhen Yinjian was able to block it, and it seemed that he had only suffered a slight injury, which made him feel shocked!

"Could it be that this kid's body is stronger than mine?" Bu Long thought.

Moving his right arm slightly, Zhen Yinjian found that the injury was far less serious than he thought, and now it seemed that his physical body had inadvertently reached a higher level, and he could withstand such a tyrannical blow from Bu Long.

Zhen Yinjian's Divine Emperor Immortal Body bloodline has gradually begun to play a role, and his physical body is now able to withstand the ordinary attacks of the Fatian Peep True Realm cultivators, and the reason why he fights with Bulong is naturally that he has not yet practiced any exercises to temper his physical body.

At this moment, Zhen Yinjian fell into a mysterious realm, he suddenly found that his understanding of the "Seven Steps of Immortal Knife" practiced before had reached a higher level, and he recognized the similarities between this knife method and the many exercises he had copied in the previous Sutra Hall, and for a while, thousands of thoughts echoed in his mind!

"Oh, so that's it!" Zhen Yinjian's eyes showed a hint of emptiness, and he finally understood. I saw that with a right hand, the long sword hanging from his waist fell into his hand.

Zhen Yinjian jumped up and slashed down in the wind!

"Flirtatious spring cut!"

The long sword was mixed with the sky-high sword intent, turning into a green sword strength several feet long. Shoot at the dragon volley. The latter felt the strength of this knife, and his face changed greatly, and he exclaimed in his mouth:

"Xuanjie Sword Technique!"

He was not surprised, he didn't talk about Zhen Yinjian's mastery of the Xuan-level sword technique, you must know that even within the Danfeng Bailu Sect, only two of the sword disciples have the Xuan-level technique. The name of the road was privately bestowed by the elders of the sect, and he was also given by the sect master. In addition, in the entire Danfeng Bailu Sect, only the True Transmission disciples had a whole level of peerless learning.

You must know that in a sect like Danfeng Bailu Sect, there are thousands of disciples, and only a disciple with a few hands can practice Xuanjie exercises, and its preciousness can be imagined.

But how did Zhen Yinjian get this Xuan-level sword technique, as long as they did intelligence work, they knew that only true disciples of Qihuang Zhengzong were qualified to teach Xuan-level martial arts!

Speaking of this, Bulong was simply puzzled. But at this moment, the knife is coming, and he has to deal with it!

I saw his hands shake, and a pair of bronze iron rings slipped from his body and fell to his wrists, and then he twisted his hands, and the iron rings were tightly clasped on his wrists. Bu Long's arms stood up, and the combined attack was mounted on top of the green knife strength!

Keng ......

The green knife power was bounced away and shattered in mid-air, and Bu Long's face was even more serious at this time, and he gasped for breath in his mouth. Zhen Yinjian's sword strength was so strong that it had reached the level of the peak of the Innate Spirit God Realm, and even touched the power level of the Fa Tian Peep True Realm!

And Bu Long is not Zhen Yinjian, his body is not enough to withstand the attack of the Fa Tian Peep Truth Realm level power. At this time, he felt a little bitter in his heart, but he couldn't understand why Zhen Yinjian's body was so strong!

"It's time to find out!" Zhen Yinjian muttered.

The long sword roared in his hand, and the aura was attached to the medium-grade magic weapon rewarded by the Lord of the Dragon Fang Country.

Whew......

One after another green knives raged out, like spears stabbing at Bulong. The powerful momentum stirred the breath of the main peak square, making many people present feel a sense of crisis between life and death!

Bulong was the same, he gritted his teeth and looked at the twenty-three sword lights that were coming towards him, not knowing if he could withstand it. He didn't know why it was just such a short cup of tea, and the offensive and defensive posture between himself and Zhen Yinjian was already easier.

And he will never allow himself to lose!

"Hundred Step Dragon Fist!" Bulong roared angrily, his eyes cracked, and he waved his arms to make a series of fist-shaped energy. I saw more than a dozen dragon-type fist forces crashing into Zhen Yinjian's green knife strength with a dragon roar. The body of Bu Long, who made this punch, shook, and the strong feeling of overdraft made him feel that his body was a little unbearable.

This "Hundred Steps Dragon Fist" is his pinnacle punch, and it is also the winner or loser who will definitely win or lose. At this moment, Bulong bit his cheeks and widened his eyes as he watched the impact of the strength of both sides!

"Crush me!" Bu Long's throat let out a dull roar, looking at the punch he swung, his eyes were cold!

Rumble......

The earth-shattering sound struck, and the energy of the two people in the sky twisted together, setting off a huge light! Zhen Yinjian's sword light wore down little by little with the power visible to the naked eye, shattering the dragon-shaped fist power wielded by the dragon.