The figure in front of him flickered, and Gu Zhen disappeared as if he had suddenly disappeared into the eye of Yingchengfeng.

Footwork, combat technique footwork.

Ying Chengfeng immediately recognized the origin of this set of footwork.

In fact, this is the set of footwork that Gu Liao once performed in the same competition, but when used under the feet of this Gu Zhen, it seems more skillful and unpredictable.

It's just that for Ying Chengfeng, who has a wise spirit, as long as it is a means that has been used once, then it will no longer work.

Almost without thinking, Zhiling had already deduced where Gu Zhen's next step would be.

The long sword in his hand flickered slightly, and it had already stabbed towards a certain clearing.

Originally, this place was empty, but the moment Ying Chengfeng's long sword pierced past, Gu Zhen appeared like a ghost.

It's just that, looking at this long sword like autumn water, even Gu Zhen, who has been through a hundred battles, couldn't help but scream.

However, unlike Gu Liao, Gu Zhen made a mistake in his steps, and his body not only stopped, but also kept flying backwards as if he was being dragged by someone behind him.

Gu Zhen's powerful strength was fully displayed at this moment.

"Whoosh......"

The bright cold light almost stabbed against Gu Zhen's scalp, causing goosebumps all over his body.

Snorting angrily, Gu Zhen shouted: "Isn't it great to have a long sword, look at my weapon." He reached out and flipped it over, and a thick and thick ghost-headed knife behind his back had already appeared in his hand.

"Bah......"

With a roar of rage, he raised his big knife and slashed it head-on.

Feeling the strong oppressive wind, Ying Chengfeng's heart was secretly shocked, and he suddenly understood that this person's true qi cultivation was at least a step higher than him. But fortunately, it is only a chip, and it is far from the point where he cannot resist.

The long sword in his hand was lightly picked and pointed at the opponent's tiger head broadsword.

Gu Zhen sneered again and again, his tiger head broadsword was carefully crafted by a master craftsman, although it was far from being compared with the spirit weapon, but it was powerful and heavy, and it often occupied a huge advantage when facing the enemy.

Especially when facing some opponents whose True Qi cultivation is inferior to him, he takes advantage of it.

"Ding......

After a crisp sound of gold and jade communication, the wild shout in Gu Zhen's mouth stopped as if it had been cut by a sharp blade.

His figure flew back, moving far away from Ying Chengfeng faster than he had advanced, and stared at the sword in his hand with a pair of eyes like copper bells.

And at this time, in Gu Zhen's hand, the ghost-headed broadsword that made him proud had been broken into two.

The swords clashed, and under one blow, the broadsword broke!

"Spirit weapon, you still have a spirit weapon...... Gu Zhen cried out through gritted teeth.

At this moment, he finally understood a little bit where Gu Liao's thoughts came from.

Ying Chengfeng, a kid whose true qi is not as good as his, not only has several medium-grade health pills, but also has spiritual weapons that even he dare not hope for.

Moreover, he has more than one spiritual weapon.

Whether it is the leather armor that can defend against the power of his palm, the back or the long sword in his hand, it is the magic weapon that all samurai dream of.

Especially for their casual cultivators, even if they sell all their belongings, they may not be able to get them back.

Yes, after seeing the wealth that Ying Chengfeng has, even he couldn't help but blush.

People die for money, birds die for food, and when he thinks of the harvest after killing Ying Chengfeng, his heart is extremely hot.

As if he had seen through what he was thinking, Ying Chengfeng sneered and said, "If you want to kill me, then try it." With a flick of his wrist, he had already danced out two sword flowers and stabbed forward.

Although his true qi cultivation is not as good as the other party, but with a spirit sword in his hand and a spirit armor, he is invincible when he attacks and has no damage to his rules, so he is naturally fearless.

Gu Zhen's feet continued to beat, and his whole body was beating like a huge horse monkey.

But in the middle of this jump, he avoided all the sword light stabbed by Ying Chengfeng. Then, with a loud shout, he suddenly threw the broken knife in his hand over.

Ying Chengfeng's wrist shook slightly, and between the flashes of sword light, the broken knife had been wrapped in it, only to hear a clanging sound, and the broken knife had been cut into unknown parts.

Gu Zhen took a step back, he took a deep breath, looked at Ying Chengfeng deeply, and roared angrily: "Boy, you forced me, look at the fist." ”

After that, he turned out to be sitting on a horse with a deep waist, and a distant punch blasted towards Ying Chengfeng.

This punch was about three feet away from Yingchengfeng, but as soon as the punch was struck, the surrounding air seemed to be greatly affected, and there was a strange feeling of burning heat in the entire space.

"Boom ......"

Ying Chengfeng's heart was cold, he did not seek merit but no fault, the long sword in his hand flew like a flower, although it was out of order, but every sword slashed, it was able to draw a gap in a certain force that had been condensed in the space.

He knew that this was a certain kind of boxing technique, and when this kind of combat technique was unleashed, its power was so great that it could release the power of true qi exponentially.

If the other party is using a certain body technique, then under the deduction and calculation of Zhiling, Ying Chengfeng can still make a prediction in advance, but when he encounters this kind of boxing technique, he is helpless.

"Drink, drink, drink......"

Gu Zhen shouted three times in a row, and each roar would throw a punch.

With each punch, the scorching aura in the air will be aggravated, and there is also a faint feeling of strong throbbing.

The fifth layer of true qi, coupled with a certain boxing technique, was able to release such power, even though Ying Chengfeng's body was using spiritual weapons, but it was also forcibly suppressed by him.

At this moment, Ying Chengfeng's heart was filled with a trace of regret.

If he had known that the power of the combat technique and true qi was so great, then he would definitely not hide his true strength anymore, but pestered his uncle Yinglide to learn a few.

If he also knew a certain combat skill at this time, where would he seem so restrained.

Fortunately, the long sword in his hand was a powerful spiritual weapon after all, even if it was a random swing of his hands, Gu Zhen did not dare to approach easily.

The two sides were entangled for a long time, Gu Zhen's face changed suddenly, his figure flew back, he took out a jade bottle from his arms, uncovered the cap at a lightning speed, poured out a pill and quickly took it.

Ying Chengfeng was slightly stunned, and a wave of anger surged in his heart.

He naturally recognized his own elixir, and what Gu Zhen was taking was his medium-grade health pill.

Although he has a lot of money at the moment, and only a few medium-grade health pills are no longer in his eyes, no matter who sees his pill stolen by someone and takes it in person, he will be angry.

With a roll of his eyes, he snorted coldly, changing his initial steady posture, but roared, and stabbed forward with his sword desperately.

The sword light passed by, and a cold light suddenly rolled up.

Gu Zhen's eyes lit up, because Ying Chengfeng had a divine weapon in his hand, he didn't dare to approach at all. Although the power of the combat skill is extremely great, it is also a huge burden that is unbearable for the consumption of true qi.

With a whim, he swallowed a pill, and sure enough, he was in chaos.

He has a lot of combat experience, and when he finally waited for this opportunity, he was unwilling to let it go.

After taking a long breath, the true qi in his body surged out, and through a rather strange meridian, it poured into his legs and feet. The next moment, his legs and feet suddenly became thicker, as if they had suddenly increased in a circle.

Then, he took a step, made a slip and turn on the ground, and moved behind Ying Chengfeng like this.

Although he taught Gu Liao the light footwork, he still kept a hand. At this moment, all his strength was displayed, and the whole person moved like a ghost, which was unguardable.

Ying Chengfeng exclaimed, he desperately retrieved the long sword, and a light lit up at the tip of the sword, barely protecting the back of his head.

Gu Zhen's eyes were red, he raised his fist, all his true qi was condensed in it, and then he hit Yingchengfeng vest without reservation.

Although he knew that Ying Chengfeng was wearing a spirit armor, he also wanted to smash his head with a punch.

But although his fist was hard, he didn't dare to compete with the spirit sword, so he had to retreat and bombard Ying Chengfeng's vest heavily.

This heavy blow was a combined blow that he had condensed the true qi of his whole body and powerful combat skills, and its power was far from being comparable to the punch at the time of the initial sneak attack.

Under a punch, it is as fast as lightning and as heavy as Mount Tai.

He has a strong self-confidence, even if Ying Chengfeng is wearing spirit armor, he can't imagine that he can dissolve the power of this punch.

As long as he is seriously injured, then if he continues to be entangled, he will definitely be able to hold on in the end.

However, at the moment when his fist hit the inner armor, he heard a sneer full of mockery from Yingchengfeng's mouth.

Then, a light lit up on the inner armor.

Although his fist power was unreservedly bombarded on the inner armor, it did not break through the inner armor as expected, and his fist strength was instantly torn apart, sliding down the inner armor in different directions.

After all, Gu Zhen was a well-informed person, he immediately knew that something was wrong, and understood that what was worn on Ying Chengfeng's body was not an ordinary spirit armor, but a rarer leather armor suit.

He screamed and leaped backwards with all his might.

At this moment, he finally completely dispelled the extravagant hope of killing the other party.

Facing the person holding the spirit sword and wearing the spirit armor suit, he couldn't compete with him at all.

It's just that just as he wanted to retreat, his fist suddenly became cold.

An incomparable chill entered his body from there, and this chill was incomparably powerful, and it was unscrupulously passing through his meridians in the slightest regardless of the hindrance of his true qi.

For just a moment, his entire body seemed to be frozen, and he couldn't move a single bit.

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