In the valley of concave swords, Cao Xiyun hit the air with a sword, penetrating from one end of the valley to the other end of the valley, and walked in a chic manner, but the charms he left in the carriage and Dong Erfat, Gu Qingyuan, and Sun Wenzhen did not take away.

On the way out of the valley, the first thing Zhao Xifeng, who had just woken up from his state of divine concentration, was to collect all the talismans and put them in his arms, in case he needed them in the process of saving his father.

Because the Piercing Yin Needle pursues excessive precision and concealment, it is impossible to have many primordial spirits attached to it, which is a great challenge for the controller, as long as there is the slightest change in the primordial spirits of heaven and earth.

Thirty-six thorny yin needles flew into the woods silently, most of them were directly cut off from the light spirit feather, and the other more than ten were also crooked and couldn't find the direction, shooting around Zhao Xifeng and the others, and even one was pierced on Chong Qianjun's ankle, the latter felt a burst of breath, and the flow of the Yuan Spirit suddenly stagnated.

Zhao Xifeng, who was wrestling with him, obviously felt that the strength on his opponent's body was weak, so he no longer hesitated, and the Yuan Spirit in his body flowed wildly, pouring his hands, and Xiong Pu's style became tight!

There was a shocking "click" sound in the pine forest, followed by a muffled scream, and the entire iron hand was broken off by Zhao Xifeng, and fell to the ground with a bang, half of his body was drenched in blood.

When Chong Qianjun was seriously injured and fell to the ground, Zhao Xifeng did not relax his vigilance but opened the Yuan Ling shield to the extreme, preventing the light spirit feather outside the pine forest from entering the forest for hand-to-hand combat.

Zhao Xifeng watched the other party go away dumbfounded, and didn't react for a long time.

"Hmph, that's it for the killer, we collect money to kill, of course we only care about ourselves," Chong Qianjun slowly got up with his left hand supporting his body, and continued, "Besides, it's not over between the two of us." ”

Zhao Xifeng didn't reply, just said "oh", when facing a peak monk with a strong fighting spirit, this attitude can not be described as arrogant.

Chong Qianjun was furious in his heart, you are a little ghost who has been agreeable for a few days, you won a move and a half by luck, and you are so big, I really can't kill you?

On the road of cultivation, how many talented seedlings were planted in the hands of old rivers and lakes like Chong Qianjun because of carelessness, and then died silently without a name.

Chong Qianjun regained his fighting spirit in his heart, picked up the iron wall from the ground and reinstalled it, and in the whole process, Zhao Xifeng never interfered, which made him even more angry, and secretly gritted his teeth to make the young man in front of him pay the price for his carelessness.

The stump arm and the iron hand fused again, and Chong Qianjun smiled sympathetically, and his whole body was full of momentum.

At the same time, Zhao Xifeng also turned his head, looked at Zhao Xifeng and smiled slightly, and asked, "Okay?"

Without waiting for the other party to answer, Zhao Xifeng had already rubbed his body up, different from the resolute and fierce and indomitable of the wolf and the bear, this time Zhao Xifeng's body was erratic, and he formed his own rhythm between movement and stillness, like a fish in the abyss, like a bird in the forest, making people confused about the direction.

Nine changes in Lingshan, the style of fish swimming!

Chong Qianjun shouted angrily, not ready to compete with Zhao Xifeng in hand-to-hand combat, but ready to use his strength to break the skill, pick up the iron arm, and sweep all the follow-up tidbits of Zhao Xifeng with the strength of Qianjun.

Seeing that Zhao Xifeng was getting closer and closer, he calculated again and again, and finally thought that he had figured out his route, so he took his mastery of "one shot" Dafa to the extreme, unpretentious, and punched it out!

A Thousand Shots is a technique that Chong Qianjun innovated in the original master's exercises, and it has become more and more perfect over the years as he continues to kill in killing.

As its real name suggests, this exercise emphasizes breaking through the limit, and maximizing the explosive power of the whole body through the most intense flow of the Yuan Spirit.

But this exercise also has its weaknesses, because it is too much to pursue the limit of the explosion, so it requires the interpreter to have absolute control over the body, if the slightest mistake will cause the Yuan Ling to backlash, at the beginning, Chong Qianjun is because he can't fully control the balance of his own Yuan Ling, so he simply swung his knife and chopped off his right hand, and made a muddy iron Ruyi plate with Mithril fine iron mixed with gold.

This iron ruyi plate is a magic weapon created by the Thousand Star Pavilion, which is just an ordinary iron plate on weekdays, but when fighting with people, if enough yuan spirit is injected into it, the iron plate will weigh a thousand catties, and at the same time, the holder can also reconstruct the shape of the iron plate at will, such as Chongqianjun When killing, the plate will be turned into a hand shape and mounted on the broken arm, so that the last weakness of this exercise is also made up.

But this time, the muddy iron wishful plate also seems to be less wishful.

Just when Chong Qianjun injected the Yuan Spirit into the Muddy Iron Ruyi Plate and transported Qianjun to the extreme, he suddenly felt the iron wall shook, and then the whole person fell to the right, only to feel that the iron wall not only became much heavier than before.

At the beginning, Chong Qianjun felt that maybe he had been injured today, resulting in a lack of strength, so he urged Yuan Ling even more frantically, and the momentum was rising steadily, and the surrounding pine trees were broken one after another.

However, this time it was a hornet's nest, and the overly heavy right arm directly led to the imbalance of Chongqianjun's qi and blood, and Yuan Ling began to flow wildly uncontrollably in his body, and in just a moment, he made it hurt and injured, and a mouthful of blood endured and endured, or a mouthful of spurt!

Compared with the physical injury, what Chong Qianjun can't accept is that the inexplicable and wonderful exercises have been broken, you know, as the founder of Qianjun, this is a situation he has never encountered!

But at this time, he was no longer allowed to think about it, Zhao Xifeng had already waved his knife in front of him, and Chong Qianjun reluctantly raised his left hand to block it in front of him, mobilizing the few Yuan Spirits that could be manipulated.

"Boom" There was a loud bang, no accidents, no accidents, Zhao Xifeng's hand knife directly cut off Chong Qianjun's fleshy palm and slapped him in the face.

A mouthful of blood sprayed on the ground along with a mouthful of broken teeth, and the whole person fell to the sky, and the light in his eyes gradually dimmed until it completely disappeared.

Zhao Xifeng was vigilant for a long time, and decided that Chong Qianjun had completely lost his breath, so he breathed a sigh of relief, he first walked under a pine tree, dug out the chaotic rune buried in it, and then came to the side of Chong Qianjun's corpse, and ripped off another piece of rune paper from the iron plate that had regained the shape of the disk, which was the camel tablet talisman that Dong Erfat had accompanied him all the way, and if it was used on the body, the weight would be doubled!

Of course, at this moment, these two talismans have already been exhausted and have become two pieces of waste paper, and Zhao Xifeng took them away, just to eliminate the traces.

After everything was in order, Zhao Xifeng thought about it, built a muddy iron Ruyi plate with heavy soil, shook his head tiredly, and left the pine forest.