After Yuan Wen's eyes were not awake, Xin Yuan slowly turned around and looked at the person. The man stood there like a piece of wood, his hands hanging at his side and his eyes closed. Xin Yuan stretched out his hand towards the man, the expression on his face was exactly the same as when he first appeared, as if the four hundred fists that Yuan Wenji had just now were like a breeze, which had no effect on him.

Is there really no impact?

No, Shinbuchi retreated! A total of seven steps back! When Shinbuchi withdrew the first step, the man who stood as upright as a log had already made a decision in his mind.

Who is Yuan Wenri? Wanyan Aguda, who was known as the number one master of the Jin Kingdom, died at his hands thirteen years ago. Who dares to take the final recipe of his seven-wound fist in one hand?

The first layer of the final recipe is only seven punches, even if you can catch them all, but what about the next forty-nine punches on the second layer? And every time you punch this final trick, the power will become one point stronger, even if you are comfortable at the beginning, but when you reach the third layer, the opponent will punch a total of 399 times, and the power will be 399 points stronger.

You must know that there are seven layers of these seven wound fists, and each recipe has seven small recipes, and each of the seven tips also has seven realms. That is to say, the seventh layer of Yuan Wenxi's Seven Injuries Fist, the seventh general formula, and the seventh final formula, also have seven layers. This third layer is already three hundred and ninety-nine punches, and how many punches will there be in the final seventh layer? No one knows, because after the Kongtong faction opened the door and established the faction, only the first generation of the head of the opening sect has practiced to the seventh level. And back then, those who could appreciate the seventh weight of the final recipe of the general recipe were all beaten into powder by fists and scattered among the rumors in the rivers and lakes.

Yuan Wenbi said that he had practiced to the fourth level, that is, he could strike a total of 2,800 punches in an instant. Two thousand eight hundred punches, not to mention that the punches can't bear it, and the person who punches is afraid that this hand will not be able to eat it first.

The wooden man originally didn't seem to believe it, but just now Yuan Wenxi obviously punched more than a few hundred. If he felt right, it should be four hundred punches. It's a pity that Yuan Wenshu was hit by the Tianxiang Five Poisons Scatter first, and he couldn't hold on anymore after hitting four hundred punches. If Yuan Wenshu hadn't been poisoned, maybe he would really be able to subdue the rakshasas.

The "wooden man" thought to himself, feeling Shinbuchi turn to look at him. I'm so anxious that I decided to use this trick, but should I do it?

Who the hell is this wooden man, let's go back to the time when the mountain peak first jumped out of the council chamber. At that time, the mountain peak heard three sounds from behind him, a total of six sounds. After Xinyuan knocked Xintian into the air, Zhiyuan, who was knocked away by Xintian, was removed, and there were a total of six people in the room who could still move at that time.

One is naturally the Shinbuchi in the field, the other is the mountain peak that jumps against the wall, and there are four people. Yes, four. Naturally, it is the three major heads plus Ye Qiutao. But why did the four of them only have six rings? Because one of them didn't move.

It wouldn't be right to say that he didn't move, but when his sword qi rushed towards Xin Yuan with the attacks of the other three, like a stone ox entering the sea without a trace, he already knew that his ordinary moves were useless. So he stood, just stood.

This wooden man is none other than Yue Linzhi, the head of Huashan, as the descendant of Huashan Qi Sect, he has no advantage over him in close combat. When Xin Yuan easily defeated the quick attack of Ye Qiutao and the others, he knew that he had no advantage at all, and he kept thinking in his head.

When Yuan Wenxi's offensive repelled Xin Yuan, he was overjoyed in his heart, because he saw that Xin Yuan had retreated, which meant that the other party was not a "true rakshasa", since it was just a person, then a person would die if he was killed. Although the other party is so powerful, as long as he is still human, then there is a chance to kill him. Although that chance seems to be weaker than a candle in the wind, there is a difference between heaven and earth.

Yue Linzhi closed his eyes and felt Xin Yuan's gaze, his expression did not change, because he had made a decision to make that move, then he was no longer afraid at this time. It's just that the power of that move is too powerful, if you make a move, then those fainting cronies and disciples lying on the ground in the middle of the field are afraid that Gu will be beheaded by himself. It's good to be able to kill the demon of Xinyuan, but if you can't kill it, then wouldn't you have killed your fellow martial arts compatriots.

He is not afraid of making a move, he is not afraid of being defeated by Shinbuchi, but he is afraid of the consequences after making a move. Then he was scared after all.

Yue Linzhi's brows furrowed slightly, Xin Yuan seemed to see Yue Linzhi's vacillation, and attacked Yue Linzhi's hand more urgently. Feeling that Xin Yuan was moved, Yue Linzhi also moved. It is said to be moving, but others are not moving, but if you are present, you will find that the furniture crumbs and dust at Yue Linzhi's feet are slowly approaching Yue Linzhi without wind.

Suddenly, Yue Linzhi felt a sword rising behind him, and his brows widened. The sword momentum behind him was tangible and silent, sound invisible, ethereal, changing and changing, very weird. It's like an autumn leaf blown up in the air by the wind and then slowly drifts left and right, and then the wind blows the fallen leaves high into the air.

This sword power Yue Lin Zhi couldn't be more familiar, isn't it his junior brother who loves and hates.

"Sword Pose!"

Ye Qiutao, who was awakened by the strong smell of blood, didn't have time to feel the pain on his body, and saw Xin Yuan make a move. He gripped his sword to the ground, and his figure leaped to his feet. The long sword pointed in the air, and then the wrist twisted, and the sword momentum struck out, and with a loud shout, "swinging the sword style" turned Xin Yuan into a shot. Xin Yuan no longer cares about Yue Linzhi in front of him, it's not that he doesn't want to kill Yue Linzhi, it's just that Ye Qiutao's sword momentum in the air changes again, forcing him to move and dodge.

"Falling Sword Pose!"

Ye Qiutao split in the air, and the green sword in his hand turned into a sword shadow, and the sword shadow was like a fallen leaf, swaying left and right. Xin Yuan paced back and forth in this flying sword shadow, like a walker walking through the trees, when a fallen leaf was about to fall on him, he would reach out and wave it, and the fallen leaves that were driven away seemed to be blown back by the wind and flew towards him again, he could only keep twisting his body, moving and moving.

Shinbuchi, who was moving, still had no change in his expression, but kept blocking the sword momentum. When he took a step, he looked up and saw that it was Ye Qiutao who was about to fall. Ye Qiutao knew that the other party had seen through his sword moves, and this was waiting for him in the place where he was about to fall.

With both hands clasped together, the long sword in his hand was sharp, and he slashed with the power of falling. Xin Yuan saw through Ye Qiutao's sword falling style, so when he dodged and blocked the opponent's sword momentum, he had already calculated the opponent's landing point and was ready to fight back. Who knew that he had just stroked away the last "fallen leaf" of the falling sword style, and the other party had already seen through himself and turned his move to split down.

The shadow of the sword is like a rainbow, like mercury pouring on the ground.

When people jump up, they will naturally return to the earth, which is the principle between heaven and earth. Even if people have light skills, they can fly the eaves and walk the wall, but it is not that the bird will not fly after all. You punch the ground and you will hurt. Even if you don't have pain, it doesn't mean it doesn't affect your fists. Internal force is a "thing" that will be consumed, it will disappear, and it also has strength. This is the principle between heaven and earth.

Xin Yuan is not a rakshasa, even if his martial arts are high and his internal strength is deep, he is still a human being. That person is naturally subject to heaven and earth, and is naturally subject to this "reason."

Although Ye Qiutao is not the head of a faction, as the chief of the Huashan Sword Sect, although his martial arts are not as good as Yue Linzhi, he is still at the top level in the rivers and lakes. This sword was his fixed move after the coherent sword momentum just now, and it was fast and powerful with the "Heavenly Principle" of falling. Xin Yuan couldn't dodge this sword of heavenly reason, he could only take it, but his left hand touched the leaf and did not return, although his right hand could reach it, if he touched it with his bare hands, his internal force would definitely be injured.

Xin Yuan had to take it, and he had a reason not to get hurt.

You can't dodge, you can't fail to pick it up, but if you connect it hard, you will get hurt, and Xinyuan doesn't want to get hurt. What should Shinbuchi do?

He has responded. Shinbuchi's expression finally changed for the first time, the corners of his mouth turned up, his sword eyebrows towered, and he laughed.

"Go!"

The change is momentary, Ye Qiutao naturally can't perceive it, but he knows that this sword will be hit, as for how much it can hurt the opponent, it depends on the will of God. Seeing that the long sword in his hand was about to slash at Xinyuan, and when Ye Qiutao's shouting was not finished, his eyes widened, because he had never seen the changes in front of him. I saw Xin Yuan's right hand lead to block the sword momentum, and the right hand, which should have been empty, had a wisp of red silk bent around.

It is inappropriate to say that it is red silk, Ye Qiutao looked at the red from thin to thick, from curved to straight, and his eyes were also angry.

"Draw blood into a sword!"

This old monster's hand is magical. Even at this time, his sword momentum has been broken, Ye Qiutao still has to shout for Xinyuan's hand in his heart.

Xin Yuan didn't want to take it but had to take this sword, which was to use the blood spilled by the previous Yuan Wen crack in the field to attract and then solidify it into a sword with internal force. Ye Qiutao's sword borrowed from Heavenly Principles, and Xinyuan naturally used Heavenly Principles to fight back. Swords and swords intersect, blood swords rout, self-unloading force. This unloaded a force that Nobubuchi couldn't bear, and this force disappeared. Shinbuchi's face, which was still laughing wildly, was even more distorted.

After the blood sword collapsed, Ye Qiutao shouted in his heart that it was bad. At this time, I saw Shin Yuan's left foot kicking towards him. This kick was too weird, although he was still in the air, but the two of them were relatively not more than an arm's length, and the kick hit him without a track. That is, the other party's foot is not swept towards him, the other party's leg is like a boneless, and the upper of the shoe is straight towards his head. In a trance, he seemed to see the mud on Shinbuchi's shoes.

"Splitting the sword!"

Although the other party's counter-attack beyond common sense made Ye Qiutao not expect it at all, but he didn't make a strange move. The other party used a blood sword to break his sword momentum, but he was not unable to deal with it. He can also borrow the power of the blood sword to break the sword, and with the power of the broken sword, his body straightened and raised his head back, like a crooked shrimp suddenly straightening his body.

Xin Yuan's foot kicked straight at Ye Qiutao's face, Ye Qiutao knew that his cheekbones were afraid of being kicked and broken, but he also avoided being kicked in the head. It was precisely because of this kick that he was powerless to launch the split-sword style in the air, and it was launched under the relay of the two of them, and the whole person flew backwards, escaping Shin Yuan's killing move.

"It's kind of interesting!" Shinbuchi, who was laughing wildly with his feet raised, actually spoke!

At this moment, a faint light lit up in the direction of the doorway, and the light was very small, like a firefly at midnight in summer.