Yang Ming saw that Chang Qinghe on the other side was motionless, but he suddenly had a feeling of extreme danger.

Yang Ming stepped on his feet steadily, his entire back collapsed against the wall, and then hit through the door frame outside, and the whole person fell into the courtyard.

Chang Qinghe's sword was only late, the sword light was not bright, but it was extremely sharp, slowly stabbing towards Yang Ming's throat, the speed was not fast, but it made Yang Ming feel that he couldn't resist it at all.

Jian Feng was still slowly pushing towards Yang Ming, and it seemed that he had escaped backwards twice in a row just now and had not escaped anything, but only delayed the timing of his death.

Yang Ming gritted his teeth, holding the Dragon King Knife in his right hand and Dai Mei in his left hand, and used his courage and spell shield together, and the Dragon King Knife used a brutal attack.

The blood-red sword light slammed into Chang Qinghe's sword blade, just making this sword blade slightly deviate, although the long sword was out of his hand, but the strength was difficult to move, the sword blade did not deviate too much, but it was still stabbing in the direction of Yang Ming.

Yang Ming breathed a sigh of relief, the sword blade had already missed his chest, but the feeling of horror in his heart did not subside at all.

The blade of the sword brushed against Yang Ming's body, but there was a kind of heavy pressure on Yang Ming's body, and the courage and spell shield could not resist it at all.

Yang Ming took six or seven steps back, and before he stopped, Chang Qinghe was already standing outside the house, and the aura around his body turned into three points of light, and the true qi rose out to form the appearance of a tiger, and he punched out.

Yang Ming put down his sword, and the dragon and tiger fist fight was almost instantaneous, and a punch came out.

The fist covered with red true qi hit the phantom fist, and an invisible shockwave spread out from the place where the two fists intersected, and the stone steps of the surrounding solid courtyard wall were almost all cracked.

Yang Ming lowered his head and shook his fist gently, a sour and numb feeling came, Chang Qinghe's punch was definitely not small, and he was almost about to break his wrist.

You must know that your physique is infinitely close to Wu Chong on Yuanmu Mountain, that is, Lu Evil Chan, who has surpassed the realm of separation, but with your own physique with red true qi, you can't even resist Chang Qinghe's blow in the air.

Chang Qinghe did not make meritorious service with one punch, he was a little surprised, and said: "You didn't die, and in the later stage of Chongyang, you were forced to suffer from my invincible fist sword?"

Yang Ming raised his head and grinned, the power in the inner pill almost completely let go of restraint and rushed into his body, the upper limit of true qi rose to 595 points in just a dozen breaths, and the bones that might have been slightly cracked in his right fist had completely recovered.

"Commander of the Raven Guard, that's it?"

Chang Qinghe was stunned for a moment, and then smiled.

Yang Ming's eyes suddenly froze, and the long sword behind him had naturally flown up and thrust into his heart.

Yang Ming half-turned his body, and the sword technique from his hand summoned the Dragon King Sword and Dai Mei, and the sword swung out together, with a sonorous sound, he held the long sword, and almost infinite power came from the place where the three met, making his legs squat slightly.

Chang Qinghe didn't have the idea of coming down or punching again, the long sword was blocked, and after a while, it suddenly rose and stabbed at the top of Yang Ming's skull again.

Yang Ming took two steps directly, and Dai Mei in his hand met the long sword with Chang Qinghe's swordsmanship.

Dai Mei and the long sword collided slightly, and were soon held hostage and pressed down together, Chang Qinghe's swordsmanship attainment is very high, Dai Mei was brought by the long sword, and the two swords were pressed together but more powerful.

Yang Ming concentrated his energy, and the Dragon King Sword used another brutal slam attack, and one sword met the two swords in the air.

The long sword was blocked, and Dai Mei did stab directly into Yang Ming's shoulder, Yang Ming hurriedly threw away the Dragon King Knife, held Dai Mei's sword blade tightly with his right hand, and the swordsmanship from his hand also began to pull Dai Mei outward.

Chang Qinghe jumped up directly, and the true qi was released and pressed down like a sea of sea, and the aura of heaven and earth was also like sea water pouring down on Yang Ming's body.

Yang Ming shouted, his eyes turned red, he didn't use any moves, it was directly the true qi that came out of his body, and the blood-red true qi even broke a lot of blood vessels, and he just went up to the Changqing River.

The blood-red true qi collided with Chang Qinghe's aura, and after a short period of calm, the air in the entire courtyard seemed to be boiling, the air seemed to be distorted, Chang Qinghe became more and more amazing, and where the two qi touched on his toes, his body soared upward, and then pressed down more powerfully.

Yang Ming only felt that there seemed to be a mountain range pressed on his shoulders, gritted his teeth and persevered, and the blood-red true qi all over his body gushed out even more.

Yang Ming raised his face and looked at Chang Qinghe, only to feel that the desire to kill in his heart was almost unbearable, and the blood vessels in his skin were broken in more than a dozen places in an instant, and almost all his body was stained with blood.

Yang Ming opened his mouth and shouted, "Chang Qinghe!

There seemed to be ancient resentment in his voice, blood began to flow from his eyes, and his feet moved to fight with a dragon and tiger fist, and a punch shot out a blood-red cloud.

Chang Qinghe's eyebrows were lightly raised, and he slapped it down with one palm, and the blood-red cloud connected with the calm palm, and it was directly pierced, and Chang Qinghe's figure came directly in front of Yang Ming.

Yang Ming took two steps back and opened his mouth to shout.

"Hah!"

The invisible sound wave desperately collided with Chang Qinghe's aura and spirit, and Chang Qinghe formed a simple magic seal, and the sound wave almost froze.

Yang Ming didn't seem to expect the lion's roar to make a contribution, his feet stepped out continuously, and with each step, a foot-long hole would break out on the ground, and his fists would alternately strike.

The right fist was easily taken by Chang Qinghe, and the left fist was shot out with brilliant flames, hitting Chang Qinghe's face.

Chang Qinghe took Yang Ming's right fist with his left hand, and his right hand came up gently, ready to block Yang Ming's seemingly powerful left fist again.

Chang Qinghe seemed to see a smile on the corner of Yang Ming's mouth, and there was a hint of conspiracy in his smile.

Boom!

A crisp bell sounded, and the sound of the dragon was mixed with the sound of the bell, directly hitting Chang Qinghe's soul.

Chang Qinghe's eyes were stunned, two lines of blood flowed from his nostrils, and he unconsciously put his hands on his face.

Yang Ming's right hand was hit like a pile driver, and it was three punches in an instant, each punch was heavier than the previous punch, the first punch cracked Chang Qinghe's eye socket, the second punch of Chang Qinghe's face shattered bones, and the third punch was blocked by Chang Qinghe raised his hand.

Chang Qinghe clenched his teeth, and there was a creaking sound in his mouth, although the true qi quickly returned the cracked small bones to its place, the pain did not disappear, and Chang Qinghe also moved the real fire.

The right fist was punched, and when it was blocked by Yang Ming, it suddenly changed into a palm knife, and pressed downward, and the aura of heaven and earth was like a heavy hammer smashed into the wound of Yang Ming's shoulder, and the left fist was suddenly punched out, hitting the place where Yang Ming's chest and abdomen met.

Yang Ming had already felt the severe pain in his left shoulder, mixed with the pain in his left hand, making him almost unconscious, and when he saw Chang Qinghe's left fist again, he had to give up the idea of fighting.

"I want to think about ......"