"Do you want to come?" he said lazily and even a little hesitantly, "You can't really be the next head of the Poison Dragon Sect, right?"

"Shut up! Have that kung fu to take a few more tricks from the deity!" As soon as he heard the words "the next head", Du Chuanchang jumped up like a cat with its tail lit. Wan Jianxin was deliberately humiliating him, once this conclusion was confirmed by Du Chuanchang, the fire of jealousy in his heart burned vigorously, burning the little fear just now into ashes.

"Suffer death!" Du Chanchang's body erupted with a large amount of colored smoke, which looked like a well-crafted brilliant light effect. With the help of the backward wind, coupled with the force under his feet that was enough to kick the ground apart, he rushed towards Wan Jian Xin like a cannonball. He opened his arms, clenched his fists, and the spurs burst out of the brilliance, and the spicy and corrosive smell spread in the air, and the onlookers avoided it with pale faces, for fear that the smell would be some kind of invisible and insubstantial poisonous gas.

In this way, he maintained an action similar to expanding his chest, and pounced on Wan Jian Xin like a demon.

"I don't know what the hell you think, it's all ...... Why bother? Wan Jianxin's voice was extremely weak, but it could clearly reach everyone's ears under the sound of Du Chuanchang's volcanic eruption. The bronze sword in his hand was aimed at a certain point on Du Chuanchang's body, and stabbed it accurately and quickly.

His feet were slightly forced, like a cold wind, and his body seemed to have completely turned into the wind, flying forward without weight, and the big red figure was like a ghost from another world, silently, almost without any quality, and instantly appeared in front of Du Chuanchang.

Staggered defense!

When!

Sting!

The sound of gold and iron clashing was followed by the sound of a sharp blade slashing through something, and then, Dapeng's blood spurted out. Du Chuanchang's body shook suddenly, and from a dazzling light, he stumbled out.

The dark green robes and the silver-green light armor were not able to defend against the opponent's sword qi.

The colorful wind emerged from Du Chuanchang's body, quickly repairing his wounds, and it could be seen that Wan Jianxin was not ruthless at all.

A wisp of red blood, along the sharp sword in Wan Jianxin's hand, slowly flowed down, looking a little shocking. Du Chuanchang's face was pale and gray, and his hideous expression was illuminated by the extinguished firelight, just like a ghost.

Wan Jianxin had his back to the firelight, and his expression looked dark. He slowly raised the sword in his hand, pointed the sharp tip of the sword at the tip of Du Chuanchang's nose, and said coldly: "Do you know the gap between us?"

"Hmph! Don't take advantage of your tongue for a while! It's just one trick!" Du Chuanchang roared stiffly: "Don't think that you can beat the deity with any exquisite kung fu that comes from the wrong way! The deity will let you see today what is the real kung fu of the Poison Dragon Sect!"

Du Chuanchang roared, but his roar suddenly became sacred and solemn. The three-color wind gushed out from his body continuously, and continued to gather into his hands, and suddenly, the fists in his hands turned into sharp claws one by one feet long, and drops of transparent liquid flashing with three-color bright light slowly dripped down from the actinic claws, fell into the soil, on the rocks, and immediately burned out a smoking hole, a decadent artistic conception that seemed to fly by in the world, surrounding Du Chuanchang, setting off him as the demon king who engulfed the world.

"The poisonous heart and blood stain the poisonous demon, and poison the Buddha of heaven and earth with one blow. Du Chuanchang's voice suddenly became very solemn and solemn, not at all like his usual nervous and high-minded tone. After he pronounced such a somewhat inexplicable sentence sonorously, he once again launched a staggered defense.

Wan Jianxin looked at his style, just collecting his sword to defend, and there was no extra action.

Du Chuanchang rushed to Wan Jianxin's side in an instant, and the moment he was about to pass by, he danced with his fists, and after an instant, he and Wan Jianxin separated.

No one knows, maybe a hundred punches, maybe a thousand punches, in short, it was a wave of punches that completely exceeded the limits of the monks' imagination, and it was so fast that it couldn't be increased.

Yinchen, who was outside the battle circle, looked at Du Chuanchang's stormy fists, sword-like fist stabs, and the colorful wind on his body, and shook his head. "It's a mistake. He whispered, completely ignoring Zhang Mengmeng's surprised eyes - she only saw the figures of the two of them staggered by, and Gangfeng who was about to collide.

"Du Chuanchang this guy, no matter the height and weight, or the weapons used are perfect, if he is proficient in boxing, the coordinated body can provide the best balance and agile movements, dense muscles can provide the most powerful boxing power and resistance to strikes, and the gloves with fists can completely preempt any blade of the opponent, and even crush the opponent's weapon with his bare hands...... If he really knew how to give full play to his strengths, then so many punches just now could be combined into one punch, relying on the speed and agility with which he could swing so many punches at the same time, as long as he took a punch at Wan Jianxin's heart, as long as he used the strength of the quadruple body to punch, then this battle would have to end in this staggered defense. Yinchen calmly analyzed: "But he, he actually spent all his energy on the speed and density of punches, and it looks like a big man playing with flower fists and embroidering legs." ”

Yinchen is not wrong at all, every punch of Du Chuanchang looks very fast, but in fact there is no strength at all, he is soft like a girl, his fist, even if he brings a fist stab, at most it will beat the monk of the same level to the skin and bleed.

Yinchen didn't know that Du Chuanchang had practiced martial arts for more than ten years, and the core purpose was to make the opponent break the skin and bleed, that's all, the poison of the Poison Dragon Sect would take effect when he saw the blood, as long as the opponent was broken by him and dripped a few drops of blood, it would be done, the poison on the fist, the poison in the Gangfeng, could make the opponent collapse to the ground in an instant, and he would die of anger in a moment.

In an instant, Du Chuanchang threw out countless punches, but none of them hit the corner of Wan Jianxin's clothes, not for anything else, just because his Gangfeng was too soft, and his fists were too soft.

The colorful Gangfeng collided with the pure Gangfeng of Wan Jianxin, and there was no dull and rigid sound like a sledgehammer hitting each other when the Gangfeng collided in the past, only the sound of a sharp sword cutting through the cloth. The poisonous three-color Gang Wind was completely blown away by the pure green Gang Wind of Ten Thousand Sword Hearts. It turned into swirling clouds with a slight fishy smell. Du Chuanchang staggered past Wan Jianxin, but did not break the defense.

"Abandon the original and the last. Wan Jianxin let out the same exclamation as Yinchen, and even the voices of the two of them sounded at the same time. Du Chuanchang listened to Wan Jianxin's evaluation, and his face turned purple.

He summoned all the remaining strength in his body, and the light on the stab grew a little longer. Then step by step, he walked towards Ten Thousand Sword Heart. "The deity doesn't believe it, you can still be a king of the sword sect, can you not shed a drop of blood under the deity......'s peerless divine skill? You better get ready to kneel and lick the deity's toes! Maybe the deity will reward you with a little antidote to your life if you are in a good mood!"