Qi Xuansu jumped forward and fought close to the man in black.

Qi Xuansu is still useless "Qingyun", and he is still fighting with his bare hands.

Martial arts and bhikshus are very similar, and both are known for their physique.

The difference is that Takeo is more dependent on flesh, or more pure. The bhikshus, on the other hand, have some of the characteristics of a qi refiner, and they also accumulate true qi, but they are not as focused on true qi as a qi refiner.

Qi Xuansu's offensive was like a raging storm, and every punch brought out a whistling sound of air explosion, while the black-clothed monk guarded more and attacked less, although relying on his physical strength and tenacity, he would not show his defeat for a while, but he still inevitably fell into the downwind.

Qi Xuansu put out his fists together, and was grabbed by the wrists of the black-clothed monk with both hands, and they were frozen with each other.

At this moment, Qi Xuansu's ribs came out with two more fists and smashed them between the chest and abdomen of the black-clothed monk.

When the martial artist arrives in the ever-changing realm, the qi and blood in the body are not active, almost a pool of stagnant water, and the body and spirit in the acupuncture point will be in a semi-sleeping state of death without the urging of qi and blood, only in this way can we ensure that the martial artist will not usually hurt the people around him because of the escape of qi and blood in the body.

After injecting qi and blood into the acupuncture points in the body, the body and spirit will be completely activated, then you will be able to exert all your strength, and there will be various visions in the body.

Qi Xuansu gave birth to two additional arms at this time, which was very unreasonable.

The black-robed monk staggered back, bleeding from his mouth and nose.

Qi Xuansu's four arms moved in unison, and the bones, blood, internal organs, and flesh and blood of his whole body continued to change and move, and his voice was clearly audible and connected, as if it was a Taoist mantra, and from time to time, he spit out a mouthful of condensed white qi with the power of his strong chest and abdomen, which was comparable to the flying sword of a qi refiner.

There are tens of thousands of acupuncture points around the human body, and the celestial martial arts only condensed the largest and most important three hundred and sixty-five main acupoints, and after seeing that the gods are not bad, continue to condense other secondary acupoints, and they can achieve a thousand changes.

If you condense the acupoints of the face, you can change the face at will, the flesh and bones can be displaced, and the skin can be reshaped, and no one can see the slightest flaw. If you condense the acupoints of the arms, you can make movements that violate the structure of the body, such as reversing the joints, becoming bigger and smaller, and twisting the bones, so that the boxing technique is no longer the slightest bit rigid. The specific degree of change is related to the amount of condensed acupuncture.

After the human immortals in the pseudo-immortal stage have condensed more than 1,200 main acupoints, they can change their physique at will, and even not stick to the form of a person, just like the Erlang Manifestation True Monarch in the script.

The unreasonable place of the acquired immortals is that they have directly omitted a lot of condensation skills, and Qi Xuansu has just entered the ever-changing realm, and he has already matured in use.

The four arms frantically whipped the black-clothed monk, but the immeasurable stage of the monk also had its own subtlety, only to see the black-clothed monk's exposed skin with small snake-like green tendons, and there was smoke in the seven orifices that continued to escape, dissolving Qi Xuansu's fist intent, at first glance, it seemed that Qi Xuansu beat the black-clothed monk to smoke, in fact, Qi Xuansu's penetrating fist intent escaped with these smokes, and did not really hurt the inside of the black-clothed man.

After Qi Xuansu turned out his four arms, his punches were even more unguardable, and there were thousands of changes, but his strength, blood and fist intent were scattered, and although the continuous blows made the black-clothed monk have no power to fight back, they could not penetrate the black-clothed monk's defense and cause substantial damage.

Qi Xuansu punched out four punches, temporarily repelled the black-clothed monk, widened the distance between the two, and put away the extra two arms, in the sight of the black-clothed monk, Qi Xuansu just leaned forward slightly, as if he was ready to run wildly, but in fact, this was just an afterimage of staying in place.

Qi Xuansu rushed forward and threw a punch.

Although the path of human immortals implies the ultimate truth, since it is one of the six immortals, after reaching the stage of heaven and man, it is still inevitable to be contaminated with a lot of metaphysical atmosphere.

I saw that this punch was only an ordinary size when it came out, and then it got bigger and bigger, and when it came to the black-clothed monk, it was already the size of a canopy, crystal like jade, obscuring the vision.

Qi Xuansu's punch was not fancy at all, and all the blood qi burst out in an instant.

The huge ripples of blood and qi spread, and where they passed, the ground directly turned into an existence similar to the texture of glass, but it was actually because the martial arts qi and blood had reached the temperature of the burning fire, and even the earth and stones could not withstand it.

A few Dao Ronin who didn't have time to dodge were swept away by the rolling blood, instantly evaporating all the water in their bodies, turning into dried corpses, and their deaths were extremely miserable.

The black-clothed monk who bore the brunt of the attack finally couldn't bear it anymore, and was blown out by this punch, and the whole person was embedded in the stone wall, vomiting blood, and the black gas was rolling.

On the other side, Zhang Yuelu was not idle, and faced an old opponent - Jixianggong Yuzi, who was born in the royal family of Fenglinzhou, was named the prince of Nei, and was also one of the candidates for the next king of Zhai in Tianmen.

The last time the two fought, it was Zhang Yuelu and Qi Xuansu who escorted Toyotomi Hidemao to Xiujing to succeed the regent Guan Bai on the order of Qingwei Zhenren, and Jixiang Palace was almost captured, and was finally rescued by the great demon Yuzao.

In a sense, she is somewhat similar to Zhang Yuelu, always appearing in the most dangerous places, rather than hiding in the rear. Such a character, although it is an opponent, but it can't help but give birth to a little respect.

If it was possible, Zhang Yuelu wouldn't mind sparing her life.

"It's you!" Jixianggong also recognized Zhang Yuelu, the so-called knowing herself and knowing the other, she had learned about Zhang Yuelu after the fact, and learned that this woman was very famous in the Daomen, and was born in the Shangqing Zhang, one of the three major families of the Heavenly Dynasty, ranked one of the three shows of the Daomen, and was really a great character, so she secretly regarded Zhang Yuelu as the enemy in this life, but she didn't expect the two to meet again so soon.

Zhang Yuelu raised his hand towards the Jixiang Palace, and a chilling sword aura broke through the air, and he came three feet in front of the Jixiang Palace in an instant.

Jixianggong waved the "Juyi Character Zezong" in his hand, the blade and the sword qi collided together, and the sword qi exploded violently, but this subtle sword qi did not dissipate after the explosion, but turned into more subtle sword qi, and the sword qi rolled, like a huge wave.

Jixianggong was in his heart, and he didn't dare to have the slightest carelessness, waving the "Juyi Text Zezong" in his hand non-stop, intersecting and weaving into a net. The rolling sword qi slapped on the knife net, the knife net shook but did not disperse, moved but did not collapse, like drawing a knife and cutting off water, even if it could be cut for a while, but it could not last long.

"Juyi Text Zezong" is getting faster and faster, the intertwined knife network is getting denser and denser, after a while, the whole body of Jixiang Palace has been hidden behind countless knife lights, although "Juyi Text Zezong" changes very quickly, but can not hear the slightest sound of splitting the air and splitting the wind, which shows the flexibility of the knife strength, has reached the realm.

I didn't see how Zhang Yuelu moved, and countless subtle sword qi began to change direction on its own, either going straight forward, or twisting and turning, or circling around, constantly fighting with the "Juyi Text Sect", only to hear the sound of the golden stone exploding, and the sword shadow and sword light were like mercury cracking, illuminating the darkness underground.

After such a stalemate for a while, after all, the sword momentum of Jixiang Palace was like a summer shower and could not last long, but Zhang Yuelu's sword qi was like spring rain, endless, as if endless, gradually breaking the stalemate. Ji Xianggong suddenly felt a pain in his shoulder, and he had been injured by the sword qi, and the sword qi came and went without a trace, but it didn't hurt her clothes at all, only her skin and flesh, which was really mysterious.

Ji Xianggong knew that he had lost a chip in this fight, so he no longer competed with Zhang Yuelu for sword energy, and slashed into the wind, like shrinking the ground into inches, instantly narrowing the distance between the two and slashing towards Zhang Yuelu.

Zhang Yuelu only took out a sword, and then sealed the direction of the knife used in Jixiang Palace, and then patted the oblique sword lightly, pressing on the back of her knife, the timing of this beat was not wrong, and the Tai Dao in Jixianggong's hand was handed here, and the qi machine was all focused on the tip of the knife, but there was no half of the strength at the back of the knife. only heard a soft sound, and the "Juyi Text Zezong" in her hand immediately sank.

The paper sword in Zhang Yuelu's hand swung outward and swept towards her chest. Jixianggong had to retreat slightly, and at the same time, the sword in his hand had drawn a circle in front of him, like a full moon.

The full moon seemed to be a tangible thing, and it stopped in the air for a moment, not only blocking Zhang Yuelu's sword, but also counterattacking in front of Zhang Yuelu.

Zhang Yuelu was not afraid at all, avoided the full moon, and slashed obliquely with a sword, which was the gap between the old qi of Jixiang Palace and the new qi not born, and Jixiang Palace had to avoid it backwards. Zhang Yuelu's wrist flicked, and the long sword stabbed again, pointing directly at the flaw, and Jixianggong had to jump back again.

In a moment, the two have exchanged dozens of moves, each move has changed, gathered into one, and the end is extremely complicated.

The last time the two fought on "Ying Long", the battle situation was chaotic, and many means could not be used, at this time, there was no scruples, Zhang Yuelu simply let go of his hands and feet, and directly manifested the "Guanyin Dharma Body".

The Dharmakaya is white throughout, uprooting the suffering of sentient beings, and with compassion on its face. At the beginning, only the hands were folded, and then there were four hands, eight hands, and sixteen hands behind the back, and in the blink of an eye, there were already as many as 100 hands, and there were no Buddhist magic weapons in the hands of the 100-handed Guanyin Dharma body, nor did they see the willow branch net bottle, only a paper sword with a handle of "photoless paper", and the shape was different, or clumsy and heavy, or light and thin, or twisted like a snake, all of which exuded a cold sword aura without exception.

This is the "Hundred Swords Guanyin", after the present world, the hundred hands rotate, the hundred swords move in unison, the sword shadow is gorgeous, crisscrossing a fine sword net, with a sharp sword aura, towards the auspicious palace as a hood.

Jixianggong was trapped in the sword net, so he had to take out the "Lei Che" again, holding a double knife, his body turned sharply, and the two knives swirled together, turning into a tornado, the golden wind was overflowing, the sword qi was ejected, and the sword net collided, and countless gold and iron resonance sounded into a continuous piece.

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Zhang Yuelu's swordsmanship and sword momentum are complex and changeable, and it has reached an unimaginable point, or it opens and closes widely, or it is fast to fight slowly, or it is like a pear blossom blooming, or it is like a strong wind and grass, or it is clumsy and stagnant, or it is as fast as thunder, like a clear wind and bright moon, and it is like a golden iron horse, and sometimes the sword momentum is like a river and a tide stirring for three thousand miles; Sometimes the sword is like a small bridge, and the flowing water is endless. A number of swordsmanship with different styles are displayed at the same time, blended into one, without the slightest conflict, and extremely unpredictable.

Jixianggong only felt that he was caught in the battlefield of thousands of people fighting, and there were opponents on all sides.