Chenfeng looked at Bai Zhuo and Hu Ying, who were trampled into the underground dirt, and roared silently, with a few crystal tears hanging from the corners of their eyes, anyone could see the endless anger and great pain of the young man at this moment.

"Bang bang bang!"

The sound of the fists and kicks was even more rapid, and the morning breeze fought with Beamon again like a madman, kicking up countless dust and grass clippings on the ground.

Morrowind is still fighting the enemy with the Sky Splitting Fist, due to decades of perseverance, although Morrowind is completely out of reason, but every move and style seems to have already formed muscle memory, and at this moment, there is still a kind of natural momentum, and the power is not bad.

Neither Beamon nor Morrowind in the battle noticed that just when one man and one beast were fighting inextricably, Yao Ling'er, who had been calm from beginning to end, had his eyes fluttering, and his expression and mood changed for the first time as Morrowind entered the state of madness.

I didn't see any movement in her hands, but Dan's lips opened slightly, as if she had confided a few words, but no one knew what she said.

As Yao Ling'er said the words, three pale green air currents the thickness of her thumb emanated from her body, two of them went to where Bai Zhuo and Hu Ying were, and the other went straight to the morning breeze that was fighting with the Beamon monster.

All of this happened silently in an instant, and neither Beamon nor Morrowind noticed it, until the green aura penetrated into the body along the seven orifices, not only making Morrowind's tired body full of strength again, but even the lost consciousness regained a trace of clarity.

Just when the green aura penetrated Chenfeng's body, Chenfeng and Beamon opened a distance and looked at Yao Ling'er in unison, Yao Ling'er found that she was slightly cramped after being stared at by two pairs of eyes, and she seemed a little overwhelmed.

Beamon is actually a delicate person, and he is by no means as rough as he looks. The accident between Bai Zhuo and Hu Ying is a living example. The reason why it ignored Yao Ling'er's existence from the beginning was because after seeing it appear, she was the only one who didn't say anything about it, and she was always unmoved in the process of fighting. The other point is that it comes from the intuition of the heart, and Beamon instinctively thinks that the medicine spirit is extraordinary.

At this moment, seeing that the green aura burrowed into Chenfeng's body, the Chenfeng, which was originally the end of the strong crossbow, became vigorous, and Beamon confirmed his guess, so it temporarily abandoned Chenfeng and rushed towards Yao Ling'er.

The morning breeze that got a short respite looked at Beamon, who rushed towards Yao Ling'er, and wanted to stop it, but he thought of the strength of the machine spirit, as the same kind of medicine Ling'er, at least he had the power to protect himself, and when he thought of this, he retracted his steps, and planned to take the opportunity to rest a little, after all, the current situation is still very dangerous, and if he recovers a little more strength at this time, he will have more hope of survival.

"Yikes!"

Just as the morning breeze was gasping for breath, with a sharp roar, Yao Ling'er flew upside down like a cannonball, hitting the trunk of a large tree before stopping her body.

"This?"

Chenfeng was a little unable to react all of a sudden, looking at Yao Ling'er, who fell to the ground and didn't know whether he was alive or dead, he was a little unbelievable, he was defeated just by looking at him?

Even Beamon was a little unexpected, watching Yao Ling'er lying motionless in the grass, he subconsciously raised his right arm and looked at it before putting it down.

"I'm on my own!"

Morrowind took a deep breath and walked towards the gigantic Beamon again. The fact is that if you lose, everyone here will definitely die.

Moreover, the morning breeze that restored clarity was also clear, since Bai Zhuo, Hu Ying and Yao Ling'er fell into a coma that they didn't know whether they were alive or dead, the sooner he ended the battle, the more beneficial it would be to the three of them, on the contrary, the longer it dragged on, it could only be more auspicious.

Morrowind's punches are even sharper, taking advantage of his more agile characteristics than Beamon, trying not to go head-to-head with him, but looking for opportunities in the flash, he always remembers Beamon's fate.

Gradually, Beamon also developed wounds on his body, suggesting that it was no longer the same as it had been at the beginning. At the same time, it also stimulates the ferocity hidden in Beamon's body.

"Roar!"

After shaking off the blow of the morning wind, Beamon raised his head to the sky and let out a long roar, his fists hammering his chest, and his gray hair turned red at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Only then did Morrowind know that it was a red-blooded Beamon.

After the hair turned red, Beamon was ferocious, both strength and speed seemed to have climbed a level in an instant, and the originally evenly matched Morrowind could only passively defend and flee now, Rao was so, after a few rounds, Morrowind's back and arms were full of scars, Beamon looked at the blood gurgling from Morrowind's wound, stretched out his scarlet tongue and licked the corners of his mouth excitedly.

"What should I do?"

The morning breeze is as anxious as ants on a hot pot, and the Sky Splitting Fist has already reached the seventy-second form, if it can use the last type of Sky Splitting, it is estimated that there is still a glimmer of life, otherwise it will be a matter of time before it is defeated.

Since mastering the complete Heaven Splitting Fist, although he has practiced every day without wasting a day, so far, Morrowind has not been able to comprehend the essence of that last punch.

Beamon is not a soft-hearted person, at this moment he is quite a bit of a victory to pursue, with lightning speed to kick the morning wind out of the air, the morning wind slid on the ground for dozens of meters before the general body stopped.

The morning breeze staggered to his feet, a burning pain in his back, and a mouthful of hot blood gushed out uncontrollably between his heart and lungs.

Beamon's powerful kick made the morning wind and snow, which was already exhausted, even worse, and his physical condition was extremely bad at this moment.

Seeing that everything was about to end, Chenfeng shook his hand weakly, the pain in his whole body was greater than the despair in his heart, and the messy and dilapidated place in his sight could not compare to the desolation and collapse in his heart.

Morrowind's entire spirit seemed to have been kicked away under Beamon's kick.

"Bang!"

Under the distraction of Morrowind, Beamon struck another heavy blow, and the right side of Morrowind's body was subjected to a force that weighed more than a thousand pounds, and the bloody body flew out again, slamming heavily into the trunk of the tree.

"You're going to die?"

The familiar pain reminded Chenfeng of the scene when he was building the foundation and quenching his body when he was in the thatched house, and he remembered Lian Chengyu's humble appearance, and unconsciously his blood-soaked face was covered with two strings of cool tears.

Although it is a common pain, it is clear that the meaning of the two is very different.

Just as Morrowind was immersed in sweet and painful memories, Beamon deceived himself again, grabbed the slumped Morrowind with both hands and threw it far away, like a toy, like a vent of anger, and like a gray prank.

"Bang!"

Just when the morning breeze was tormented, a fresh breeze came in the forest, blowing leaves, grass and trees slightly, and forcibly pulled the morning breeze back to reality, which was deep in despair, but Beamon, who was completely rampant, was unaware of this insignificant change.

"Seventy-three style, dragon and tiger leap!"

The morning breeze that woke up with the breeze, and the power that came from nowhere, regardless of his own bleak scene, instinctively continued the moves of the Sky Splitting Fist.

"Boom!"

Although Morrowind's attack fell on Beamon, it was still inevitable that it would be blown away again. Beamon saw this scene of an egg-on-a stone-like incomprehensible move, and the corners of his mouth couldn't help but turn up slightly, which was a very humane mocking action.

"Seventy-four style, Pengcheng Wanli!"

Morrowind's voice became deeper and deeper than before, and after staggering to his feet, he still stubbornly continued to punch, unaware of his ephemera-like actions.

......

When Chenfeng finished playing eighty strokes of the Sky Splitting Fist, the whole person seemed to be soaked in blood, lying weakly among the grass clippings, and the strength of the whole body was not one in ten, and it took great effort to even open his eyes.

Beamon looked at the motionless morning breeze lying in a pool of blood, and swung his thick arms to beat his chest hard, as if celebrating victory.

Chenfeng was startled by Beamon's celebratory voice, and turned his head with difficulty, only to see the white clothes on the backs of Bai Zhuo and Hu Ying looming in the grass not far away, his eyes were full of sadness and unwillingness, and the muscles at the corners of his mouth twitched involuntarily.

"God is quiet, not stiff or clumsy, natural fit, consistent from beginning to end, all in one go, gushing endlessly, as long as a river. Wait for work with ease, brake with static, overcome rigidity with softness, fight without fighting, strive not to top, strive not to lose, want to lose first, want to lose first. Throughput is the technique, digestion is the energy, the extreme void is quiet, and the direction is invincible. God is still, not stiff or clumsy......"

Just when Beamon thought that everything had settled and was about to enjoy the hard-won victory, the morning breeze drowned in the grass suddenly began to recite something, as if he was confessing his last words, and the murmur was like a mosquito and fly, and it was not really heard.

What Chenfeng recited was the true understanding of boxing obtained from the secret realm of Brokeback Mountain, and it was definitely not some last words.

It turned out that until this moment, until he had no strength in his body, until his whole body was covered with blood, what he was thinking about was still the Sky Splitting Fist that he had played heartily before, and what he was entangled with was still the last punch that he couldn't make with all his strength, and his stubbornness could be seen.

"Roar!"

Seeing that Morrowind just kept repeating obscure words, but did not make any movements, Beamon couldn't help but be a little upset, and after yelling, he jumped up and stepped the morning breeze lying on the ground.

It's hard to imagine what it would be like if the morning breeze were to be struck.

Surprisingly, watching the black shadow above his body get closer and closer, especially when he saw that Beamon had unscrupulously exposed his life in front of his eyes, Morrowind not only did not have any fear, but grinned strangely, and in that smile that was uglier than crying, he used his last strength to stretch out his fists towards the black shadow that landed.

"Eighty-one style, split the sky!"

The voice of the morning breeze was dry, muffled, and almost inaudible.

The sound fell, and the fists met the feet of Beamon, who fell from the sky.

When the disproportionate fists and feet met, the forest seemed to suddenly blow a tornado, and a terrifying wave of air spread out in all directions centered on the morning wind and Beamon, not to mention the dust and grass clippings, and the thousand-year-old trees that several people hugged together could not help but sway from side to side.

At the same time, the dark and damp forest was suddenly blessed by light, and there was no shadow left, followed by a thunderclap in the sky without warning.

No one including Morrowind saw that after the last seemingly soft punch of Morrowind cracked the sky, in the sky directly above the forest where the battle took place, there was a circular area about one meter in diameter covered with countless pitch-black fine cracks, and from a distance, it looked like a punch had punched the sky into a pitch-black hole, a real splitting sky!

The power of splitting the sky, terrifying!

"Roar!"

What followed was an unprecedented roar from Beamon, a voice full of painful wails and unbelievable meanings.

Morrowind was in a desperate situation, and when he was exhausted, the ghost sent the god to strike that last punch.

"Boom!"

Beamon's huge body fell backwards uncontrollably, and only after it fell did it become clear that the legs that had previously touched Morrowind's fists had disappeared from below the knees, and the blood was pouring from the fracture.

"Rise in ruin, revive on the brink of extinction. ”

In Beamon's wail of pain, Morrowind's blood-soaked fists fell weakly, and compared to Beamon, Morrowind had a knowing smile on his face at the moment.

At the last moment, Morrowind took advantage of the pressure given by Beamon, and had an epiphany about the last form of the Sky Splitting Fist, and also escaped the catastrophe with the last style.

Gradually, Beamon's wailing died down, and the morning breeze had long since fallen asleep due to the great wear and tear, and the forest returned to its former peace.

Except for a few bodies that are scattered all over the place, life and death are unknown, and the stumps and broken leaves all over the ground, silently telling the earth-shattering battle just now, this ancient forest has always been silent, there is no joy, sorrow, and joy.