Fight, fighter, two warriors against each other!

In the countries of the Northern Wilderness, the three-grade war division is already a top powerhouse.

The man in front of him is a third-grade lower rank, which is enough to rank in the top 20 in Xingguo.

These two fists were extremely violent, as if Mount Tai was overpowering, and the power was so powerful that it was almost breathless.

Qingyang's eyes were cold, but he was gritting his teeth with the Taichu Dao Sutra in the sea of knowledge: "It takes 10,000 contribution points in one breath, why don't you grab it?"

"Relying on external forces is not the right way in the end, this is to prevent you from becoming dependent~"

The voice of the Taichu Dao Sutra was still calm, which also made Qingyang reluctantly accept this condition.

Unleashing a shocking sword in Daze does not mean that Qingyang's real strength is so strong, mainly because of the battle spirit and military soul of tens of thousands of troops, as well as the help of the Taichu Dao Sutra.

If you forcibly urge the strongest sword technique, you can barely resist one or two, just like the sword that repelled the king of the flying fox.

However, the loss of that sword was too great, and it hurt others and oneself, even if he reluctantly used this sword, it was impossible to kill the man in front of him.

What's more, there are a few other people in front of Zhongxingshuo on the side, and exchanging injuries for repelling one person is not very effective, and it must not be used easily.

Considering these, exchanging contribution points for the help of the Taichu Dao Sutra was the best choice, but the extremely expensive price made Qingyang couldn't help but feel distressed.

At this moment, Qingyang's distress will naturally not be known to outsiders, and others only see Qingyang fearless, facing the three-grade powerhouse.

The tall man is burly and seemingly clumsy, but he is extremely light.

The arms, legs, and spine are like five big bows bouncing, and the moves are very exquisite.

Especially the pair of thick arms, agile and sharp, even the ape is envious, and the arms tanned by different animal skins on the arms add three points of might, but the whole person looks like an ape.

"Chirp~"

The golden ape couldn't help but let out a shrill laugh, as if he was laughing at the man's movements, which were no different from it.

Qingyang's heart moved, and after the body forging, there were twenty-four styles, and several movements imitated the ape, which was very similar to this person's boxing method, maybe there was some connection between the two.

"Child's life!"

The tall man roared angrily and slammed his fists down.

At the same time, the breath in Qingyang's body flowed, and seventy-two qi caves opened.

The Xue Tu Divine Sect, which had not yet been refined, was completely refined under the urging of the Primal Dao Sutra, and countless powerful forces flowed along the light network in the body, flowing to every part of the limbs and hundreds of bones.

At this moment, Qingyang felt that his whole body was full of energy, and his steps under his feet turned mysteriously, and the whole person flashed ten feet away.

"Boom~"

After a violent impact, the man threw himself into the air, smashing his fists into a hole nearly three feet wide on the ground.

Qingyang seemed to be fine, still scrutinizing the man's actions just now, especially the man's steps were quite desirable.

The man stared at Qingyang with a pair of cold eyes: "Xiao'er, where did you learn this footwork?"

"It's so easy, it's easy to learn?"

Qingyang's serious answer angered the man even more, "Insulting my iron arm fist is self-defeating!"

"Boom Boom Boom~"

With full of anger, every punch the man threw out, smashing a depression into the ground, and cracks spread out one after another, no worse than the battle between Zhongxingshuo and Lishi Mingxuan.

Regardless of the tall man's fierce attack, Qingyang relied on the origin power in his body and the help of the Taichu Dao Sutra, he could easily dodge every time.

At this moment, the Taichu Dao Sutra said to Qingyang: "This person's fist technique is exquisite, it is evolved according to the body forging technique ape style, you try to fight with him as much as possible, I will record it!"

"That's not good, it costs me 10,000 contribution points for every breath of time!"

Qingyang refused without hesitation, he was already distressed enough, how could he waste the contribution value again? Even if he killed the Yin Warrior and the ghost body, the contribution value was very rich.

Since the Taichu Dao Sutra took the initiative to make a request, and it was clear that it attached great importance to this iron arm fist, how could Qingyang not talk to it about the conditions?

As expected, before Qingyang's voice fell, Taichu Dao Jing put forward a condition: "In order to record the boxing method, I don't need to calculate the contribution value during the battle between you and this person!"

Getting this not a lucrative condition, Qingyang still agreed, and later he needed a large amount of contribution points to exchange methods, and he could save a little bit.

"A parrot can speak, and it does not leave the birds. Orangutans can speak, and they are inseparable from beasts. People are rude, although they can speak, but they are not the heart of beasts?"

Qingyang's steps changed, but his mouth was full of mockery,

"Fierce birds, strange beasts, favored by people and still know how to repay the favor, Your Excellency and Zhongxingshuo, as the worship of Xingguo, but they are not ashamed to flee from the battle.

Now you still dare to come to invade the Qing clan's fiefdom and attack the vassals, you are so brazen that even the beasts are ashamed of you, what face do you have to live in the world?"

"Qing's child, let your rhetoric be fine, it will be difficult to escape a dead end today!"

A series of sarcasm, as if an iron cone pierced people's hearts, made the tall man's face more and more iron-blue, and the offensive of a pair of iron arms became sharper.

He didn't know that every move he performed was recorded one by one by the Taichu Dao Sutra, and the pages of the book were covered with golden light, with both words and patterns.

When the Taichu Dao Sutra was recorded, the man couldn't attack for a long time, and he was distracted by Qingyang's stimulation, and Qingyang finally launched his attack.

"There is no edge on the sword~"

The three swords of the Rock Sword were obtained by Nie Li from the sword intent of the Sword Gate, and Qingyang also comprehended the sword intent of the Sword Gate, and more and more comprehended the realm of not hurting people with sharpness, but crushing with the general momentum.

The five-foot Qingfeng sword converged, becoming as if it was extremely thick, as if it had turned into a mountain peak, aiming at the man as fast as it was slow, and it was resolute and undodgable.

"How can I be afraid of you?"

The man had great trust in his own kung fu, and when he saw that Qingyang finally stopped dodging, he was already angry, and waved a pair of thick arms to meet him.

"Boom~"

"Ah~"

In the violent impact, the tall man let out a cry of pain, and his thick arms were covered with blood.

The calmness of the rock sword, integrated into the idea of the twin peaks of the sword gate, turned into the sword of the mountains, after thousands of years, it still stands, where can the flesh and blood resist?

"Wansheng~"

Qingyang's sword made the Qing family's retainers and private soldiers suddenly shout.

Ye Mengqiu was very happy at the same time, but he was even more shocked, Qingyang, who was once so weak, was able to fight with the powerhouse of the three-rank battle master realm.

Just as Qingyang was fighting with the tall man, a black thin short man, who seemed to be fighting with the gray giant bear, inadvertently approached, and his breath suddenly exploded.

Seeing that the tall man was seriously injured, he actually attacked Ye Mengqiu, and laughed unscrupulously: "Qing's child, I will kill the eldest daughter of the Ye family first and destroy your Dao heart!"

"Bastard!"

Unexpectedly, the black thin and short man was also a third-grade battle master, and he was deliberately hidden by Zhongxingshuo, and Qingyang shouted violently and killed him.

However, the black, thin and short man, with a hideous smile on his face, a chain hammer flew out of his sleeve and hit Ye Mengqiu hard. (To be continued.) )

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