The pine trees in Nanhu Xiaoyuan are not tall, so the time for the spring grass to come to Chongqianjun impartially is very fast.

If it is an ordinary iron sword, Chong Qianjun naturally ignores it, but Chuncao is a Dao sword, and it is the kind of Dao sword with excellent quality, the sharpness is enough to break the gold and cut jade, if it falls on the body, it is impossible for the Yuan Spirit shield to completely protect the body, seeing blood is inevitable, Chong Qianjun prides himself on cultivation, and he naturally does not want to be injured when he kills a thirteen or fourteen-year-old child, so he waved the iron hand back, and knocked the spring grass without Yuan Ling infusion to the side, and the normal hand replaced the original position of the iron fist and continued to smash at Zhao Xifeng!

Zhao Xifeng stood in place, only to feel a strong wind hitting his face, flying stones walking around, the power of this punch was only great, and it was only three points inferior to Xiao Yin at the beginning!

This inferior three points is naturally due to its change of tactics in the battle, which causes it to not be able to play its full strength.

Chong Qianjun turned out to be a master of the pinnacle of consensus!

However, Zhao Xifeng is not the small town boy he was at the beginning after all, in the battle of the sea of clouds and the cultivation of thousands of miles eastward, he has grown several times more than he did at the beginning, regardless of his physical strength and the spirit in his body, not to mention the baptism of starlight that he has endured in the past two days.

In the face of this fierce punch, Zhao Xifeng ignored the dragon tooth bi that was buzzing around his waist, forcibly restrained his sword intent, bowed down, and slightly retreated half a step with his left foot, but he didn't dodge or dodge, and met it with a wolf surprise punch!

For a while, the pine wood flew off, the ice lake cracked, and the heavy Qianjun was repelled by a punch of about two zhang, while Zhao Xifeng slid back more than three zhang.

Both of them were surprised in their hearts, Zhao Xifeng thought that after his penance, there should be few monks in the Agreeable Period who were his opponents, and Chong Qianjun was surprised that a young man in the Agreeable Middle Realm could face his own monk who won with strength at the peak of his Agreeable Mind in a head-on confrontation, and he only fell slightly behind by looking at his thin physique!

The two of them thought at the same time.

Just when Zhao Xifeng and Chong Qianjun were still surging with qi and blood, the light spirit Yu Jiao outside the woods laughed and also made a move!

I saw her put her hand into the bamboo basket, and then suddenly raised it in the direction of Zhao Xifeng, at the same time, Chong Qianjun had already completed the pranayama one step first, waving his iron hand and rushing up again, this time without the spring grass to stir up the situation, he could finally exert ten percent of his skills.

In the face of the two killers' double attacks from far and near, Zhao Xifeng was not afraid, and once again rejected Long Yabi's invitation to fight, spread his arms and staggered towards Chong Qianjun, and when he passed through a piece of land, his right foot used a slight force to send a wisp of Yuan Ling into the ground and activate something.

In the previous fight, Zhao Xifeng saw that because the weight of the two hands was different, the right side of his body was much heavier than the left, so he was a little inflexible when he turned around, so he chose to wrestle with him, and the bear pounce style came out immediately.

But all this in the eyes of Qing Lingyu, he felt a little disappointed, although Zhao Xifeng's response to Chong Qianjun was fast and correct enough, but her thorn needle had already shot, if nothing else, before the two met, Zhao Xifeng had already been hit by seven needles in his body, and Yuan Ling leaked and died.

Chong Qianjun and Qing Lingyu have been old partners in the killing organization for many years, one is fighting head-on, one is unexpected, one is powerful, one is flying without traces, and the cooperation is very tacit, there are countless monks in the hands of the two over the years, and there are even many masters of the Zhiwei Realm, in the eyes of the two of them, if there is no other change, this battle has been settled.

And the change appeared at the moment when the light spirit feather flying needle was shot!

After Lao Sun Ji came out, the first monk Zhao Xifeng met intercepted and killed, and he was faced with Qing Lingyu's unique stunt Piercing Yin Needle!

The lethality of this needle method is not high, but it is better than concealment, with Zhao Xifeng's sense of the Heaven and Earth Yuan Spirit, he still didn't notice it at all before the flying needle passed his eyes, and afterwards Zhao Xifeng was in several reviews, and he was not able to dodge these insidious and small needles once. And this is also the reason why Zhao Xifeng has obviously taken the first step, but in the end he still has to choose a place to fight.

If you can't dodge, it doesn't mean that the other party will be able to fight, this is Zhao Xifeng's thinking.

As he kicked something that had just been buried in the ground, a strange and complicated Yuan Ling fluctuation began to echo in the woods, and Qing Lingyu raised his hand and shot out a total of three flying needles, but at the same time as the needles flew into the woods, two of them immediately cut off contact with their Yuan Spirit, and the other one also began to tremble, like a disobedient flying insect, after flying in the air for a few times, it fell into the dust in vain and never rose again.

Qing Lingyu had never encountered this situation after the completion of the needle technique, he frowned slightly, and shot again, this time, thirty-six thorny yin needles came out of his hands silently and flew into the pine forest!

At the same time, Zhao Xifeng and Chong Qianjun had already collided together, Zhao Xifeng held Chong Qianjun's steel right hand with both hands at the same time, and moved rapidly under his feet, trying to fold it behind his back with a reverse joint, and the latter's reaction was also extremely fast, on the one hand, he poured the iron arm and competed with Zhao Xifeng without fear, on the other hand, he picked up his left fist and smashed it heavily on Zhao Xifeng's back!

Chong Qianjun sneered secretly, and thought in his heart, my right hand is a veritable weight of Qianjun, coupled with the cultivation of the peak of consensus, before you can pull it, the back heart will already be hammered for me!

But the next change made Chong Qianjun unexpected, the punch that was supposed to hit Zhao Xifeng hard was actually smashed on a layer of pale cyan light curtain when he was about to die! What the hell is this! And the iron wall that was as steady as an old pine began to bend gradually in Zhao Xifeng's hands!

When the Juyuan Cave broke through, Zhao Xifeng accidentally practiced the Yuan Spirit Shield that fit the body completely, like a battle armor worn on the body, which can always cause unexpected trouble and calculation mistakes to the opposite side when trembling close to the body, Xiao Yin was like this at the beginning, and the same is true of Chong Qianjun today!

Moreover, during the eastward journey along the way, the carriage towed by Zhao Xifeng weighed more than 2,000 catties, and a thousand-pound iron arm was not held in his hand?

Two unexpected changes in a row made Chong Qianjun completely lose the initiative, and the right hand of the main attack was firmly controlled by Zhao Xifeng, not to mention, and there was even a danger of being pulled away from his body at any time!

Fortunately, he is not alone, just when Zhao Xifeng has the advantage, thirty-six flying needles broke through the forest, if he continues to hold the right arm of the heavy Qianjun, then he will definitely be poked through by the flying needles, if he retreats, then there will be no next chance to restrain the opposite side today.

Faced with such a choice, Zhao Xifeng smiled, and smiled calmly.

In the ground not far from his feet, a chaotic rune drawn on yellow paper was emitting a faint glow.