Zhou Xiadong led a few people home, and when he heard the news of the wheel battle between Feng Zhiping and Qiaoxi, he was shocked and didn't have time to ask the reason, and the group hurried to the martial arts arena, and heard Feng Zhiping shouting as soon as they arrived.

Lao Dong seems to be a rough man, but he is actually very shrewd, and when he heard the sound, he picked up the giant axe and threw it over.

"Next!"

The giant axe was heavy, the sound of breaking the wind was dull, and the spectators along the way scolded and avoided it, and they didn't dare to rub it halfway, and the axe came to the field unimpeded, and the force was just half unloaded, and it was gently held in his hand by Feng Zhiping.

The sword was thrown away, and the axe was dragged behind him with both hands, and he took a sharp breath against his chest and abdomen, and the sea of qi turned wildly into the internal force quietly, and when the axe trembled slightly, he had enough strength to sweep around.

Said that it was too late and that it was fast, the whole process was just a matter of turning the breath, the human-level mid-grade giant axe had no spiritual qualities, but it was heavy enough, this sweep was simply a god blocking the death of the Buddha and the Buddha crying, instantly splitting the sword gang, knocking the long sword, and smashing it to the chest along the wide open middle door.

Zhang Quan was shocked but not confused, turned sideways, and stabbed the sword in his hand, this time pointing to the ribs.

Seeing that there was no hurry to collect the axe, Clinker Feng Zhiping suddenly turned to one side, his hands were loose and tight, and he was holding the long handle in unison, twisting his waist and pushing the falling axe into a sweep, as if he was going to cut off someone.

Zhang Quan was forced to put away his sword and retreat, who knew that Feng Zhiping's grip changed one and two axes followed, and the retreat was sealed and he could only change the direction to retreat, but the three axes came again, and the axe chain was actually confined to Fang Yuan and could not get out.

"This is?!"

On the sidelines, Liu Naiwen opened his eyes in disbelief.

Others thought it was just an ordinary chain axe, but he saw the details of this series of offensives, and it was the "broken intestine" he had just performed!

Although the giant axe is heavy, it is not easy for Feng Zhiping to control, and it is a little scattered when he shoots, but the chapter is still there, and the most amazing thing is the artistic conception, the feeling of being trapped in the mountains on a snowy day and not being able to return home is revealed everywhere, and the competition has won seven or eight points of true taste.

Feng Zhiping and his axe are Feng Xue, and Zhang Quan is the one trapped in the mountains.

He has only learned so much once, and he has even experienced the intent of the knife, and even turned the knife move into an axe move, such understanding, such ingenuity, how amazing!

Zhang Quan never imagined that he, the person who weaved the net, would become the prey, and after fighting for a period of time, he gradually saw the true face of the chain axe, and he was even more shocked.

No wonder he will be favored by elder-level bigwigs, this kind of talent is rare for inner disciples, and he can't do it in his life, so he can only look up.

As soon as the thought came out, the melancholy became more and more serious, and I really thought that this remnant life would be relaxed.

Suicide?

Zhang Quan was stunned, and woke up instantly, covered with cold sweat, afraid and angry.

He was a quasi-congenital, not only was he trapped by a hairy boy who had just started to transform into a yuan, but he also fell into a trick and almost lost his mind, what a shame!

He is calculating everything and drilling camps everywhere, but he is also a martial artist, and the self-esteem of the martial artist, who has been suppressed for many years and has almost forgotten, gradually awakens at this moment, and he is full of spirit for a while, and he can no longer take care of much.

"Get out of here!"

With enough Yuan Li and a full blow, the thin long sword hit the wide axe, which was as ridiculous as poking a heavy knife with a toothpick, but the result was completely opposite.

The axe flipped and flew out, and Feng Zhiping's tiger mouth cracked and he retreated quickly, his heart was awe-inspiring.

No wonder it feels weak, it turns out that he has been suppressing!

Let's just say, he is also a quasi-congenital, he is not talented but has been practicing for a long time, and no matter how bad the yuan power is accumulated bit by bit, it will not be a world of difference with Yun Yicheng, this is his real strength!

Seeing Zhang Quan chasing after him with red eyes, Feng Zhiping retreated again and again, retreated to the place where he lost the sword and raised his foot, and re-held the sword to use the "Liuyun Sword" to unload his strength, but unexpectedly Zhang Quan did not guard against it at all, and he chased and fought to kill people!

Mindset is out of balance!

Feng Zhiping said secretly, not as relaxed as when facing Liu Naiwen that day.

Mental collapse also scores people, like Liu Naiwen's cultivation gap is not too big is beneficial to himself, and the quasi-congenital initiation of donkey face Zhang is crazy, it is fatal, and the danger level is increasing unabated!

After fighting for a while, each of them hung colors, and seeing that the donkey's face was still a look of disregard, Feng Zhiping didn't want to work hard, and he had to work hard, and after a little thought, he urged the dantian.

How to induce the spiritual power in the sword without letting himself lose his strength, he has never figured it out, but how to induce the spiritual power in the sword, he is familiar with it.

The internal force wrapped in the silk thread of Yuan Li poured into the sword, and the sword body was gradually covered with a layer of blue brilliance, and the coolness of the large strands was fed back into the body, and at the same time, there was a faint rhythm.

"If I fit in, what will happen? Will it attract the spirit of the sword without losing its strength afterwards?"

This thought came out of control, Feng Zhiping gritted his teeth and decided to give it a try.

If this was the last one, he wouldn't have thought about it, and who knows if he would have gone mad if he would have gotten mad, but now he had to try, because there were eight more to come.

Finally won the battle against the two old ones, but was easily killed by a group of small ones, even if others didn't say anything, he himself would be angry, and those eight people still had a lot of swords and pills on their backs waiting for them to get it!

As soon as the mind moved, the silk thread of Yuanli began to tremble slightly, at first it was clearly distinguishable from the rhythm, and the two were intentionally driven to become more and more harmonious, until at a certain moment, a vague picture came to mind, which could not be seen really, but it could be felt in the dark that it was a pool of cold water.

At the same time, the long sword also emitted a faint sound, and the aura fed back into the body turned from cool to cold, which did not hurt people, but only made people's minds refreshed and invigorated, as if only one thought could freeze everything.

Thinking so, and doing so, Feng Zhiping blessed his soul at a certain moment, stopped retreating and raised his hand to slash with a sword, and the sword gang that was cut out was no longer slightly blooming, but became blue, leaving a line of frost wherever he passed.

"This is?!"

Zhang Quan was shocked, it was too late to hide, so he could only attack with all his might.

The quasi-innate pure yuan power urged the sword essence in his hand to be full of light and humming, and the sword gang that was cut out was thick and condensed, and it staggered with the blue sword gang on the way and continued to run towards their respective goals, but the results were completely different.

Zhang Quan's sword gang froze, and a crescent-shaped strip of ice fell to the ground and shattered into pieces, and a closer look reveals that they are hollow.

And the blue sword gang was only slightly lighter in color, and the speed did not decrease in front of Zhang Quan, and after being scattered by his sword, it turned into wisps and fell on his body, and quietly seeped in, Zhang Quan's face turned pale in an instant, and a thin layer of frost was covered in the blink of an eye.

Chilling!

For the first time, Zhang Quan experienced the meaning of these four words so deeply.

He wanted luck, but the sea of qi was stiff and sluggish, and his body was as stiff as if he had been buried in the snow for three days and three nights.

Holding his sword and kneeling slowly on one knee, he desperately mobilized his Yuan Force to try to force out the cold poison, and it took a lot of effort to force it out, and he spit out a mouthful of blood, and the blood began to condense as soon as it was released, and it fell to the ground and bounced a few times before it steadied itself, and it was all ice ballast the size of mung beans.

"Don't move, meditate and breathe, I'll help you expel the poison!"

Lin Shi didn't know when he came behind him, and pressed one hand on Zhang Quan's vest.

Zhang Quan hurriedly responded to the order, only to feel that the bubbling heat penetrated from the vest, and the chill in his body was greatly reduced, but he could not retreat cleanly.

"It's such a powerful cold poison, it has penetrated deep into the viscera and bones in a short period of time, and if you want to recover, you have to go to the Spring Breeze Hall. ”

Lin Shi was amazed, withdrew his hand and motioned for the people from the west of the bridge to come over and pick up people, and then looked at Feng Zhiping in surprise.

I have long heard that Feng Zhiping can urge the power of the Innate Realm in the future Heaven Realm, and today I see it far more powerful than the legend, and many innate people who have just entered the Spiritual Consciousness Stage may not be able to do it to this extent.

No wonder Shizun is determined to accept him as a beginner, such a genius is not my junior brother, and heaven will not tolerate it!

Lin Shi he, he was straight, and his eyes made people's hearts flutter.

Feng Zhiping didn't care about these, he stood in place and staggered and tired, but fortunately, he could still fight without false support.

Compared to the fatigue of his body, his spirit was more excited than he had ever been.

The attempt was successful, and he finally found a way to control that move, although it was still very clumsy, although it could only be controlled slightly, but the way was finally found, and all he owed was to study and temper.

Looking at the sword in his hand, Feng Zhiping sighed in his heart.

He had tried his best to control it, but at the last moment he still couldn't completely hold it, and the top-grade sword with at least half of the aura left was scrapped like this, in exchange for four Yuanli silk threads, five or six less than expected, which was really distressing.

After thinking about it, he was happy again.

is also a high-quality product in the human level, and the last time the entire fire spirituality was squeezed dry, only three and a half more Yuanli silk threads were squeezed, and only about half of the aura increased the Yuanli silk threads by four, so a comparison is equivalent to earning, and it is a big profit.

He is an optimistic person, and it is only a matter of regret that it is just a matter of trouble, anyway, the donkey face is "considerate" to prepare five human-level high-grade and twenty human-level medium-grade blades, and there are a lot of panaceas that he can't use, and when the time comes, he will take them all and change them, chew and swallow a little bit slowly, and he will not believe that he is not satisfied with the pit of this giant!

It's all full, it's half-full!