Feng Qingyang is still in the happiness of the first bull head opponent's swordsmanship, and he has nothing to do:

Let me see what else you have to do?

Yu Canghai saw that the wind was clear and did not make a move, but he used his crane to slam his chest with a move, and then fell to his knees.

"Huh? What the? Suicide? ”

From Feng Qingyang to Li Hao and then to the others, they were all stunned.

……

The crane chirps the nine heavens of divine skill, and it can have the name of divine skill, and there is also something wonderful.

After this skill is innate, it can use true qi as a bubble film to store oxygen, and then let countless bubbles flow around the body with the blood, so as to store oxygen and store true qi throughout the body.

After this martial arts mastery, he can also fill his bones with bubbles, becoming hollow like bird bones, so he is extremely light.

Legend has it that this kung fu is practiced to the top, not only the qi pulse is long and can not breathe for seven days, but the body is only thirty or forty pounds heavy.

The Qingcheng faction's heart-destroying palm, which has been passed down from generation to generation, wants to refine the fire and poison into his hands, and then urges it with true qi, which is infinitely powerful.

“… So what if... If... Can you replace it with something else in the real bubble?

Can it be replaced with something poisonous with fire? ”

This kind of thought has been wildly breeding in Yu Canghai's heart for a long time, but he doesn't dare to try, he is the last inheritor of the sect, how can he risk himself.

But now, it doesn't matter if you don't die......

A large amount of True Qi surged through the meridians near the left side of the stomach, turning into small True Bubbles to encapsulate the hydrocarbons in the stomach, and then seep into the blood circulation system that runs under high load under the stimulation of the Broken Heart Palm, and finally flow into various organs and tissues throughout the body.

The method of refining fire poison in the heart-destroying palm is activated at the same time in all organs, meridians, and tissues around the body, so that the dust-like true bubbles are suspended in the blood, interstitial fluid, lymphatic fluid and other extra-tissue fluids.

The powerful vitality of the Innate Realm barely allowed him to avoid a violent death directly......

Yu Canghai wailed.

The method of internal refining was rough and rude destroying his body, it was a pain that ten thousand ants devoured to describe one percent, and it was the wailing and funeral song of every tissue and every cell!

But

"Such pain...... How can such pain compare to the heartache of losing everything that night? Yu Canghai thought.

Of course, there is no divine sense in the middle of the innate period, and there is no soil for the birth of souls in this world.

But the steadfast mind miraculously brought out the last potential of this tattered skin.

Late congenital, breakthrough!

The many nascent True Qi quickly joined the change as a new force, and finally the fire oil was completely transformed and became an inseparable part of Yu Canghai.

After kneeling for a long time, he slowly endured the pain everywhere, slowly stood up, and pulled the tattered robe off his body, and the fabric burned in his hands.

He bit the tip of his tongue, and a mouthful of spittle with black blood spit towards Feng Qingyang, rubbing in the air and turning into a fire bomb, which was dodged by the surprised Feng Qingyang.

"I've been waiting, Senior Feng! Let's start the second half! ”

……

Fire escape master Yu Canghai against copy swordsman is clear, and the battle is about to break out.

……

Yu Canghai wrapped his hands in cloth, each fist and palm were accompanied by flames, and occasionally opened his mouth to spit out fire bullets.

Feng Qingyang was also shocked by this never-before-seen martial arts style, and cautiously, he used his methods to dodge and collect information about Yu Canghai.

After dodging more than ten moves, he suddenly drew his sword, urged with his true qi, and fought a few zhang away.

In less than ten moves, Yu Canghai had already been hit by the sword twice, which provoked him to be ferocious, his mouth opened to the maximum, and he turned into a firearm, spitting out a pillar of fire several zhang long.

The wind cleared and retreated, and the light power floated back about ten zhang, and Yu Canghai saw this and directly made a 'splitting empty palm'.

This palm crossed a distance of fifty meters and hit Feng Qingyang, but the speed was too slow, and it was easily dodged by Feng Qingyang, only burning a few hairs, and then flying out dozens of meters before dissipating.

The condensation of the true qi of the innate master can basically use the 'splitting palm', according to the gap between skill and skill, ranging from two or three zhang to six or seven zhang.

If you know how to flick your fingers and know how to attack martial arts like a yang finger, you may be able to fight more than ten zhang.

But with a palm on your face, the fire flew out hundreds of meters like fireworks, which is a bit open, right?

Li Hao was already stunned.

Hey, hey, buddy, you're cosplaying, aren't you?

Lord Yu Guan, this is classical martial arts, not Hong Kong comics! You're drawing the wrong style!

……

The wind is very annoyed!

This Yu Canghai's fire magic skill is indeed something, and each attack is equipped with special effects such as scorching heat and burns, and it can also spit fire and breathe fire.

But the actual lethality of this flame is just that, and he can cope with it.

Yu Canghai is still far from his opponent, and now he has only fought more than 20 moves, and he has already been covered with two sword wounds.

Big advantage that can be played.

But the real pain of the wind is that:

His long hair, beard, and clothes are almost burned out!

A certain generation of masters of the wind didn't want to be unsure of the late season, and his clothes were destroyed in front of his children and grandchildren, revealing most of his body.

Thinking of this, Feng Qingyang's anger burned to his brain, and he pulled dry without cover, close to Yu Canghai, and slapped his palm with the smoke of the fire.

Although the palm of his hand was burned and smoking, Feng Qingyang seized the opportunity and used the Huashan Peerless [Deadly Three Immortals Serial Sword].

Straight split, horizontal cutting, reverse teasing, three swords in one go.

Yu Canghai couldn't dodge, there were two more sword marks on the back of his chest, and his left hand was directly cut off from his forearm!

Feng Qingyang deceived his body with a palm, hit the middle point of Yu Canghai Tanzhong, and knocked him seven or eight meters away, and then he put away his sword and stood.

"It seems that there is a limit to the explosion of seeds!" Commentator and applauder Li Hao sighed.

"But this Yu Canghai can support thirty moves under Feng Qingyang's hands, which is enough to be proud."

Feng Qingyang also felt that the overall situation had been decided, and just as he wanted to speak, Yu Canghai's previously broken left arm actually exploded directly, and several pieces of flesh and blood spontaneously combusted, and one piece came straight towards Feng Qingyang.

The wind is clear and dodged, and he is in a hurry to protect the vital points around him. But the impact of this fireball was not great, and it couldn't break his body's true qi, so it only ignited his clothes again.

Feng Qingyang hurriedly put out the fire, but there was no clothes left on his body.

He had to carry a rag that he had managed to salvage, covering the vital points of his lower body, revealing his upper body and his black head that had been turned gray and black by smoke and fire.

......

Where did you come from Africa? This African black is pretty upright!

Li Hao looked around, and the originally lush forest was so bad that there were few good ones, and dozens of stone steps and the nearby soil were also burned to the ground.

It's a shame that it rained yesterday, otherwise the mountain would have burned down.

Looking at Yu Canghai, who is black and charred like a bomb, and like Uncle Hei who fled through a 30-kilometer war zone and only has half of his pants left, isn't this a perfect photo of post-Syrian realism?

Li Hao realized, Yu Canghai's martial arts is to turn himself, his opponent, and the environment into a Syrian style!

Awesome!