Yang Ming suddenly jumped to the left, and he didn't understand why he moved like this, and the next moment he saw Chang Qinghe's long sword stabbing at him.

This sword was still like the original sword, driving the surrounding heaven and earth aura to smash it together, and a sword stabbed out, but it was like stabbing out a piece of heaven and earth.

Yang Ming took his right hand, sucked the storm sword on the ground, and the red light in his hand flashed and he had already used a brutal slam attack, and the sword light met Chang Qinghe's face and stabbed out the divine power of the entire heaven and earth, and with a loud bang, all the surrounding snow was knocked into the air.

Chang Qinghe took advantage of the falling wind and snow, rushed in front of Yang Ming, and pulled Dai Mei up from the ground with his right hand, and in an instant, no less than sixty sword shadows were stabbed.

Yang Ming clenched his teeth, his courage at this time had cooled down, the golden light on his body flashed, and more than sixty swords pierced his body like the sound of clanging iron. Yang Ming raised his left hand, looking like he was about to use a magic weapon, and when Chang Qinghe suddenly moved away, he saw a red light bullet flying with him.

Arcane Shooting!

Yang Ming followed closely behind the light bullet, and saw Chang Qinghe raise his right hand, the aura of heaven and earth had already gathered, and he knew that he was going to smash this light bullet with one punch.

Overload!

Yang Ming recited the incantation he had learned in the system space, and the blue light shone on Chang Qinghe's right wrist.

Chang Qinghe only listened to Yang Ming's words for a few words, and suddenly his right hand became more powerful, so powerful that the pain was unbearable, and he couldn't move at all.

The light bullet hit Chang Qinghe's arm, and Yang Ming threw his Storm Sword after him.

Chang Qinghe no longer despised Yang Ming, his legs were out of thin air, his left hand continued to pull Dai Mei, directly on the side of the Storm Sword, and the Storm Sword was knocked away with one sword, and the three spiritual qi around him quickly drilled into the qi in the body, and at the same time, some of the active flow into the right hand began to regulate the injury of the right arm.

As soon as Chang Qinghe landed, he saw Yang Ming put his hand on his waist, the Dragon King Knife that should have been in the corner of the courtyard had been unsheathed, and Yang Ming held the handle of the knife with his right hand.

Yang Ming lowered his head, a bloodthirsty smile appeared at the corner of his mouth, and the surging true qi in his body continued to accumulate into the Dragon King Sword after using a brutal slam.

A blood-red semicircle of light lit up, and the blade of the Dragon King Knife had begun to crumble, but without the carrying of the blade, the red sword light still did not dissipate.

The sword light smashed on the heaven and earth aura of Chang Qinghe's body, most of them were resisted, and the true qi in Chang Qinghe's body swept out, pushing himself out while suppressing the sword light, and he turned two or three times backwards and knelt on the ground, with a half-foot-long wound on his waist.

"What kind of demon are you, that mysterious sword, King Kong's invulnerable physique?" Chang Qinghe shouted.

If it weren't for the even more unfathomable King of Sui, who gave him a death order, he would probably have fled by this time.

In the early stage of building the foundation, he fought against a Chongyang martial artist, but he was beaten like this. What's even more infuriating is looking at the appearance of the Chongyang martial artist, not only did his true qi not decay, but he slowly promoted in the fight.

Yang Ming stood in place with his head down, only one of the Dragon King Knife in his right hand had not yet been shattered, and the rest had completely turned into slag.

The blood-red true qi rushed to the sky, like a demon god in hell breaking out of the endless barrier and standing in front of Chang Qinghe.

Yang Ming also had bitterness in his heart and couldn't say it, this time he came out, the power of Neidan was transmitting faster and faster, and his true qi was almost always in a state of complete fullness, not to mention, he seemed to have reached the peak of Chongyang.

Because of that true qi bar, it has disappeared without a trace.

Chang Qinghe carried a pure heaven and earth aura beside him and put it on his waist, and the blood was blocked like this. The true qi in the body operates, driving the spiritual energy of heaven and earth to load into the qi mansion.

Yang Ming looked at Chang Qinghe expressionlessly, and hooked his fingers slightly.

Chang Qinghe looked at Yang Ming, slowly stood up, took a few steps back, and almost in an instant, he regained his appearance as a worldly master.

"You are indeed very strong, Yang Ming, you are much stronger than the average martial artist who is at the peak of his separation and has a perfect qi. Chang Qinghe slowly spoke, and the aura of heaven and earth had already converged to the left hand, and the right hand had formed a law seal.

"However, there is a fundamental difference between the realm of refining gods and the realm of transforming qi, this trick is my natal supernatural power, if you can still crack it, then you should really go to the middle realm. "The footwork at the foot of Changqing River corresponds to the stars in the sky.

As soon as you enter the realm of refining gods, the soul in the body communicates with heaven and earth to become a divine soul, and there is a natural move in the soul of the soul, that is, the natal supernatural power.

"Five Thunder Envoys, listen to my orders!" Chang Qinghe paused at his feet, stretched out his left hand, and the thunder light condensed between his five fingers, and suddenly ejected a fishing net made of thunder and lightning.

"Suo!" Chang Qinghe curled his two fingers with his right hand, and the thunder and lightning fishing net pulled by his left hand had already crashed into Yang Ming.

Yang Ming only felt that the thunder method on the opposite side was dangerous, and his body jumped several times, but he found that the thunder and lightning were always not far from him, as if he had fallen into the law when the thunder law of Changqing River was completed, and the escape at this time was only moving around in the thunder law.

Chang Qinghe's body squatted, and the thunderbolt had already grabbed Yang Ming, converging into a cage made of thunder and lightning, trapping Yang Ming, and with a slight pull, Yang Ming's body had been pulled over.

Yang Ming howled a few times in pain, wanting to escape to the system space, but found that it was too late.

Chang Qinghe's right hand law seal changed, and his two feet jumped out of thin air, and the sky was instantly dim, the sky was full of dark clouds, and thunder gathered.

Yang Ming only looked up and saw a flash of lightning, and he screamed in pain, and the magic seal in his right hand was also punched out, using his own skills.

Thunderbolt!

The thunder between heaven and earth suddenly roared, just like the thunder gong above the nine heavens knocked on the magic weapon in his hand, the thunder sound became louder and louder, and the color of the thunder became brighter and brighter.

Ten thousand rays of thunder light sprinkled down, and although it was only in a five-zhang radius, it looked like it had carved out a large barren land.

The thunder light did not last long, it was just a moment of brightness, and the heaven and earth returned to their previous appearance, but there was no longer a single snowflake in the courtyard and within thirty or forty zhang around the courtyard.

Yang Jian's house had collapsed, and there were only two people lying in the courtyard, one was Yang Ming, who was already like charcoal, and the other was Chang Qinghe, who looked a little better.

Chang Qinghe slowly stood up, the heaven and earth aura in his body had completely dried up, the true qi in the air pocket no longer existed, one leg was injured to the point that he could barely walk, and the wound on his waist had been burned and no longer flowed blood.

Chang Qinghe slowly walked in front of Yang Ming, looked at the person who was already like coke, laughed, and limped to leave.

He had barely walked three or five steps when he heard a hoarse voice.

"Chang Qinghe? ”

Chang Qinghe's eyes froze.

Yang Ming punched out left and right, one punch impressed Chang Qinghe's physique, and the other punch pierced Chang Qinghe's chest.

"Phew!"

Yang Ming spat out a mouthful of blood.