Li Wuxiong's eyes were as if he had blocked a high mountain, unable to penetrate, unable to cross, and unable to get around; Li Wuxiong lifted up his whole body strength, and his punches became faster and faster, and although he was only one-handed, he conjured up countless fist shadows.

But after all, Ma Qing's realm is too low, and the four fists still can't overcome the weakness of "only defending and not attacking", if he knows a few small routines in Renshou boxing, he can already seize Li Wuxiong's flaws and kill the enemy with one blow. Judging from the picture, the two actually held each other so tacitly.

But Ma Kuo, Li Geshu and the others were stunned.

Because of these two people, the move is too fast. When they first came into contact, there were still traces of the two of them, but the more they went, the more they seemed to have unlimited potential, and their moves could be accelerated endlessly, and in the end, even the masters couldn't see clearly, only hearing the muffled sound of fists and palms colliding. Ma Kuo asked himself: If he tried it himself, he would not be able to break Ma Qing's defense or resist Li Wuxiong's onslaught.

It's a thing to do.

It was no accident that there was a flash of inspiration.

Ma Qing followed the instinct of his body, without thinking and considering, every palm and every punch made no more, no less, just right. But for a moment, he seemed to hear an ethereal inspiration in the sea of knowledge, so he took advantage of the situation to push the four fists forward a foot, and an uppercut hit Li Wuxiong's elbow in the opposite direction. If this punch is solid, Li Wuxiong's right hand will be nullified immediately, and this competition will end immediately.

But it was blocked, by a broad palm, Li Wuxiong's left hand!

Li Wuxiong also seemed to have entered the magical realm of forgetting things and me, and the ghost in his left hand made him move in a hurry, and instinctively defused Ma Qing's surprise attack.

At the moment when the fists and palms intersected, the wind raged, and the rootless wind left countless slender cuts on the clothes of the two like sharp blades. Li Wuxiong's perception of the sea was clear, his five senses were more sensitive than they had ever been, but his knotted muscles swelled suddenly, and every pore burned with pale flames; Ma Qing's body was no different, but a wild and tyrannical energy rampaged through Zhou Tian, swallowing his mind in an instant, and his eyes were red like a hideous wolfdog in hell.

Li Geshu stood up suddenly, pointed at the pale flames and couldn't help shouting:

"Could that be 'Skyfire'!"

Legend has it that the Heavenly Fire is the fire stolen by the ancestors of the Heavenly Realm, and it is the source of all fires, without a trace of impurities, so it will not have a little color. Later, the ancestors sowed the fire, and the heavenly fire was gradually refined by the cultivators, and it was mixed with flesh and blood grains to have a color;

As soon as the fire came out, Li Geshu knew that Li Wuxiong's left hand was gone.

The transfer of marrow and bones has finally been completed, and the tiger bone is finally surnamed Li!

Li Geshu must have seen the injury to Li Wuxiong's left hand to a greater or lesser extent, but he didn't dare to ask, for fear of waiting for an answer that he had never dared to think of in forty years. So he hypnotized himself and said that his grandson had his own plan and should not interfere more, but asked himself, if he hadn't seen the tiger bone Shenwei with his own eyes, how could he dare to believe in his luck.

Ignoring the eyes of others, the old town guard who had been prosperous all his life actually slipped two lines of turbid tears on the spot, comforting half a life.

"This is the Heavenly Fire, this is the Heavenly Fire! I, the Li Clan, have waited for hundreds of years, and finally cultivated the Heavenly Fire again!"

Li Geshu's same words fell on the ears of the principals of the surnames, but the taste was different. Those who practice the art of fire control, if they have some foundation and have heard the legend of heavenly fire, they are naturally envious, and they can't wait to bow their heads on the spot. Those who are not accustomed to fire, from the words of the old town guard, can't help but feel that the Li family wants to hold Qingjiang steadily, and it is inevitable that there will be a melancholy that there will be no future. Shi Bu frowned, unbelievable: Mocheng can worship Tianhuo, but it is only a surname. What kind of blessed land is this little Qingjiang, there are such treasures!

Ma Kuo is not accustomed to fire, but he knows a little about the rumors of heavenly fire.

It is said that in the city, there is an immortal glass lamp. Among them, the heavenly fire was led by the ancestors themselves, and it was burned for thousands of years. The power of this heavenly fire is beyond common sense, as long as Ma Qing gets a little bit of it, won't he immediately become ashes. Ma Kuo's pupils tightened suddenly, and his hands unconsciously exerted force, and the armrests of the seat were pinched to pieces. The horse trotted all the way through the snow and came over with his ears.

Ma Kuo said in a low voice: It is important to protect Qing'er! Ma Taxue bowed his head, hurriedly retreated and went straight to the emcee of the ring.

But Ma Qing himself did not feel the threat of Tianhuo at all, and his red eyes stared at Li Wuxiong, who was close at hand. On the contrary, Li Wuxiong smelled the smell of danger, turned back, and landed three feet away. The moment his feet touched the ground, the newly replaced floor immediately emitted four charred black carbon marks three feet long.

Ma Qing trembled, and his breath became more and more rapid. His left hand poked out, and the bright silver spear in the distance buzzed, and sucked into his hand with a whoosh. The bright silver spear is the essence of Ma Qing's cultivation, and as soon as he gets it, he has a strong sense in his hand, and his battle intent and anger are also partially diverted. Ma Qingzhi injected a trace of coolness into the sea, and his body resumed moving. His legs barely moved, and he had already flashed in front of Li Wuxiong's eyes, turning over for half a week and splitting a domineering and ferocious overlord throwing gun.

Between the lightning and flint, Li Wuxiong changed the left hand of the tiger bone and pulled out the night knife on his left waist with his backhand, like a black lightning wrapped in pale flames and exploded out of thin air. Ma Qing's preoccupied blow couldn't withstand it, and the whole person was bounced out. The knife technique, especially Li Wuxiong's night breaking knife, is an inch short and an inch dangerous, and you must not be easily separated from the front of three feet. He caught up, and the black lightning followed him like a shadow, and in the blink of an eye, twelve slashed out. Ma Qing hurriedly twisted the silver spear, and Zhang Yu's spear was unwound into three sections, blocking left and right, and barely unleashed eleven knives.

The speed of the knife and gun was extremely fast, and it rubbed into a short whining cry in the wind, and once the black and white shadows touched, it turned into a sharp and high-pitched hit.

When the twelfth knife arrived, the night knife bypassed the bright silver spear like a swimming fish, and stabbed obliquely into Ma Qing's ribs. The pale flames engulfed Ma Qing in an instant. But Ma Qing's surroundings seem to be protected by a tornado. The fire was amorphous, forced by the wind, and he couldn't get close to his body. However, the fire was so hot that his clothes were instantly baked into a thin and crispy layer, and they were instantly turned into mustard powder by the strong wind. Ma Qing's thin and tall and capable upper body was exposed, and a dense network of blood veins bulged under the skin.

He was stabbed in the ribs and splashed a lot of blood, but the knife with the night knife was also stagnant. Ma Qing seized the opportunity, immediately gave up the bright silver gun, and punched Li Wuxiong's knife on the left shoulder. With a night knife, he cut off a whole piece of flesh. Ma Qing didn't feel the pain at all like a zombie, but was very excited, and the speed of the punch was two points faster.

After more than 50 moves, Ma Qing exerted all his strength, so that Li Wuxiong could only be on the defensive. It's just that although his strength is sufficient, his moves are not old enough, Li Wuxiong fought and retreated, seemingly reluctantly, but he dissolved all his attacks one by one, and he could still wait for opportunities to pick up flaws and hurt the enemy. You come and go, Ma Qing, who seems to have the upper hand, is already injured completely, and Li Wuxiong, who has retreated again and again, is calm and unharmed.

At this time, Ma Taxue had already found the master of ceremonies, but Ma Qing was not injured by Tianhuo as expected, and Tianhuo couldn't even get close to him at all. Ma Taxue is not as worried as his second and third brothers, if Ma Qing is not in danger of his life for a while, then he is absolutely unwilling to stop the duel because of unwarranted worries, and ruin the reputation of Ma Qing and Ma's bravery. So he stood under the stage, and was not in a hurry to stop it. It wasn't until the situation on the stage changed that Ma Kuo signaled to him again and again, and then stepped forward to stop the master of ceremonies.

But before the words were spoken, they were blocked by a bright yellow figure.