Quan Jiutian and the others were taken aback, the two of them fought hard for internal strength, no matter who won or lost, it was extremely dangerous. Of course, it is difficult for the loser to survive, and the winner is afraid that he will also be seriously injured and his vitality will be greatly damaged.

Everyone's thoughts were not endless, Yan Santai suddenly burst into a long laugh, banged, the palm power changed from extreme yin to yang, pushed out, and with the power of a countershock, his body flew high in the snowflakes, fluttering and rising four or five zhang, and then leaned back and fell beside Zhao Bobo.

There was a look of surprise in Bao Xiang's eyes. The masters were puzzled, everyone admired it very much, once these masters competed with internal strength, they would have been immortal, but I don't know what clever tricks the knife idiot used, and he was able to withdraw calmly. Then his move just now must have been to test the depth of the internal force of the treasure phase.

Don't you know that Yan Santai was surprised in his heart, and he really didn't let the people of the Nine Heavens. It turned out that his palm power was connected with the palm power of Baoxiang, and he immediately felt that in addition to Vientiane Gong, there was also a hidden internal force with greater potential, which was vigorous and unfathomable. I was afraid that after a long time, it triggered his latent energy, and it was difficult for him to resist, so he used the supreme magic method to get out. As soon as Yan Santai's figure landed, he had already held Zhao Bos's hand, and laughed loudly: "The abbot of Baoxiang is deeply hidden, and his skill is far beyond the imagination of my generation, which is really admirable." Farewell!" and Zhao Bos glanced at each other, the two of them had a clear mind, and suddenly made a move, and rushed back side by side. Yan Santai stretched out his hand and patted it, untying Fang Shouyi's dumb hole.

Sima Qingshan was happy to see the hunting, he hadn't met a strong opponent for a long time, and when he saw Yan Santai rushing towards his side, he was in the middle of his arms, and immediately floated up to meet him, pulled out the flute from the back of his neck, and stabbed it out. Yan Santai had already been prepared, and suddenly felt a sharp golden wind in his chest suddenly attacking, and he didn't think about it, so he waved his sword. The strong wind suddenly sank, pointing to the three acupoints of the abdomen, the yin jiao, and the lower belly, turning the sword technique into a point point method, and the internal strength into three paths, which was to use the sword intent of the three-point sword method to use the Lingxu point point method. Yan Santai's heart froze, and he looked closely, the blade that came from the attack was just an ordinary jade flute, but in this flute, it melted into the magic of swordsmanship and point point method, the change was ethereal, and the internal force was extremely strong. Seeing that Sima Qingshan's feet were walking at the pace of marksmanship, it was obvious that he still had the indomitable spirit of "piercing a little bit of gun" in this move, this person was really a rare rival in his life, and said in his heart: "The Central Plains martial arts is really full of talents, Crouching Tiger, Hidden Dragon." This person has learned a lot of things, and in the martial arts hall, there are hidden strange changes, but I am afraid that he is from Gushu Mountain, which is the most miscellaneous martial arts in the world. He swung his sword away and rushed out of the stab.

Sima Qingshan saw that his knife technique to dissolve his own move was really wonderful, in one knife, there were three hidden stamina, and there were seven or eight fierce counterattacks lurking, if he recklessly caught up, he would definitely suffer, and his heart was even more itchy and hard to scratch, seeing that the other party wanted to stop fighting, where would he let go? "It turned out that Quan Jiutian also saw that he was excited to hunt and wanted to have a few tricks with Yan Santai. Although Sima Qingshan was unwilling to stop there, he held his own identity, and when he saw that Quan Jiutian had made a move, he immediately stopped and watched the battle from the side.

The Nine Angels of Power are the folding fans that do not leave their hands, and the fan bones are made of fine iron, which is extremely hard. Quan Jiutian's figure floated out, blocking Yan Santai head-on, folding the fan and closing it, like a short iron rod, fluttering to the opponent's waist to ask for a point, chic and abnormal. Yan Santai laughed and laughed: "Another peerless master." Yan Mou is so fortunate that he has encountered a rare rival in his life today!" The stronger the opponent, the more his arrogance was stimulated, and the handle of the knife slammed into the folding fan of Quan Jiutian.

The right nine days folding fan did not shrink, but launched it with the trend. With a bang, the handle of the folding fan touched it, and both of them shook slightly. The strength of the right nine heavenly fan is dense and dense, elegant and pure, and there is a clear and high atmosphere. And Yan Santai's internal force is vigorous and agitated, high and low, but it cannot be measured for a while. Neither of them knew what internal skills the other was practicing, and they were secretly frightened.

Baoxiang, Baoguang, and Baoyin approached. These three people, plus Quan Jiutian and Sima Qingshan, any of them went head-to-head with Yan Santai, and they were all his lifelong enemies. The five of them came out together, and Yan Santai was undoubtedly defeated, but fortunately, all five of them took care of their identities and refused to fight in groups.

Yan Santai saw that the time was almost over, and suddenly there was a roar, the roar pierced into the clouds, the internal qi was agitated, endless, and the people with low skill in the field felt that it was dark in front of them at the same time, and some people fell to the ground with a bang. Fang Shouyi covered his ears with his hands and shouted, "I'm annoyed, I'm annoyed!" Zhao Bobo hurriedly infused internal force into her body, and Fang felt much better. The roar was not stopped, Yan Santai brushed the ground back into the sheath, both palms came out, whirring, and the two incomparably strong palms pushed towards the nine heavens of power like the tide rising on the sea.

Baoxiang, Baoguang, and Sima Qingshan shouted in unison: "Be careful!"

Seeing that the opponent was attacking with all his might, Quan Jiutian immediately inserted the folding fan upside down on the back of his neck, and his fists were the same as the famous martial arts Luohua Fist. In an instant, the fist shadow is heavy, the fist is like raindrops, and in the blink of an eye, there have been seven seven forty-nine punches, and the figure has almost disappeared in the fist shadow, which is the very mysterious "Falling Ying Colorful" in the Falling Flower Boxing. Bao Xiang and the others cheered in unison. As soon as Quan Jiutian's forty-nine punches came out, Yan Santai's powerful palm power had been dissipated into invisibility, and there was a light sound in the air that would be peeled off.

Yan Santai took advantage of the fact that Quan Jiutian was resisting with all his might, and suddenly pulled Zhao Bobo, shouted "up", and the two of them flew up together. Baoguang said: "Amitabha, where to go?" followed by jumping up, sneering at Yan Zhao and the others head-on, sniping. The two of them had already taken precautions, and when they saw Baoguang blocking them head-on, their bodies had already retreated sharply. Unexpectedly, the two of them retreated very quickly, and in the confusion of snowflakes and smoke, they actually withdrew from the cliff with Fang Shouyi.

The danger was steep, and the heroes couldn't help but scream. Quan Jiutian and Sima Qingshan sympathized with each other, and they didn't want Yan Santai to lose their lives, so they shouted: "Be careful!"

Yan Zhao and the others seemed to be taken aback, as if they wanted to rush back, but they couldn't do it, where could they turn back, and with a long shout, they hurriedly disappeared under the cliff. The trio vanished.