In the small lotus cave, the breath is compelling.

Two people standing on lotus leaves,

Fang Yan of Luohua City, who was bare-handed, poured his qi and blood, and his fist was like a whole.

The down-and-out mountain king who was carrying the sword box on his back was in the new year, and the sword qi in the box trembled, and he was invincible when he raised his hand.

In the thunder sea above, there were also two people facing each other from afar.

The black-haired and black-dressed, the silent protector Mo Qing.

A hawk falcon hissed and tore away the calm, Fang Yan's body suddenly disappeared, his figure pulled out a snow-white long line, a punch was full of strength, and it was incomparably fast, and it went straight to Wang Xinian's face and smashed it.

Wang Xinian squinted his eyes, his right foot straddled, his calf arched, he didn't dodge or dodge a hard punch against Fang Yan, his body sank a few points, and the whole lotus leaf shook. Fang Yan seized the opportunity with one punch, without hesitation, another punch followed, Wang Xinian's body slipped back slightly, raised his hand against Fang Yan's wrist, pulled and sent it sideways, and pressed his free hand on Fang Yan's abdomen, lightly blasting Fang Yan backwards, and at the same time, his body disappeared, chasing Fang Yan's figure, pressing his palm on Fang Yan's forehead, and pressing his knees all the way on the lotus leaves.

Fang Yan grabbed Wang Xinian's wrist with both hands, dragged a crack on the lotus leaf with his toes, and the blood was rolling in the blood hole, he forcibly stopped his steps, twisted it with his backhand and threw it out, and at the same time jumped up, raised his leg high and kicked it down quickly.

Wang Xinian shook his shoulders and "pulled" himself up from the ground, a pair of eyes were full of fighting spirit, and his strength was surging, facing the white-clothed young man who rushed forward, lunges and opened his five fingers at the same time, firmly held Fang Yan's ankle, dragged the young man directly from the air, and fell out horizontally, Wang Xinian's white jade-colored fist between his arms fell quickly towards the top of Fang Yan's head.

After Fang Yan landed on the ground, he bent his knees and squatted, his ten fingers were staggered, and he smashed out from top to bottom with his fists on his back, and the two of them collided with three fists, and the water plants on the surface of the entire lotus leaf shook together, like a curtain of water waves. Fang Yan let out a low snort, let go of his clenched hands, and then clasped Wang Xinian's fist in an instant, the majestic qi and blood in his body locked Wang Xinian, and his left foot took a step and twisted again, spinning it around and smashing it into the lotus leaf in front of him, Wang Xinian also kicked Fang Yan's chest in the air. Then the two of them bounced up, hedged against each other, and began the second confrontation, changing their moves and feeding their fists, coming and going, and the battle was full of energy. Fang Yan's fingers were bent into claws, his fingertips were like sharp blades, and when he saw the opportunity, the claw skill that was born from the city lord of Qishui City was stuck on Wang Xinian's shoulder, and with a bang, he ripped off the young Daozi's clothes, leaving five red handprints at the same time. Wang Xinian was also not to be outdone, his body leaned back sharply, his palm was raised against Fang Yan's abdomen, his body was reversed with one hand, and his elbow retracted and swept forward, which seemed to be a palm, but in fact, his wrist shook several times in a flash, shaking Fang Yan's clothes bulging and fluttering.

Seeing this situation, Mo Qing smiled heartily and said, "Wang Xinian's hand comes from He Luoqing, the palm of the mountain, this person has been in the realm of the master of the law in ten years, Wang Xinian will follow He Luoqing to steal the master for three years due to fate, and his attainments are so high, how can that boy with mixed academics be compared with it?"

Night rolled her eyes and ignored it. "Do you want to gamble?"

The man smiled, "Oh, bet on what?"

Fang Yan took a few steps back, glanced down at several palms on his chest, took a deep breath, the meridians flowed and changed the route retrograde, the cross arm was raised, and between the steps forward, he had already changed to the pile steps taught by Xu Tangtang, and the result of his mind was a head-on punch, the young Daozi pulled the corners of his mouth, and the same strange pace slid forward, one palm was pushed out, and the palms of each other were handed over, with the two of them as the center, layers of qi waves suddenly exploded, Wang Xinian forced Fang Yan back dozens of steps in one go, the latter's body continued to retreat, and his long hair flew away by the qi waves, and the left hand hidden in his back did not hesitate to pose for the furnace, and the third eye in the center of his eyebrows suddenly tore apart, and he forcibly took a breath to stop the decline, The body leaned back sharply, the surface of the foot was rooted in the lotus leaf, and then he pulled Wang Xinian's cuffs, his body stood up, and he threw a punch that was extremely fierce, and the gang qi pounced wantonly, and suddenly exploded after a while, and the two of them instantly burst back, and the strength of the momentum directly tore this lotus leaf with a good texture.

The two broke four or five lotus stems one after another before they stabilized their bodies, and at the same time they rose from the ground, and their feet stepped down and swept each other. Wang Xinian was a little impatient, he was born in Luoluo Mountain, he was born in Luoluo Mountain, he was a natural martial artist, and his heart was naturally extremely conceited, so instead of using all his strength to kill Fang Yan from the beginning, he wanted to compete with the pure flesh that the other party was best at.

Wang Xinian shouted angrily, the third battle no longer used pure flesh to collide after all, his sleeves flowed, and the whole person exuded a jeweled image, between the collision between the two, Wang Xinian imprisoned Fang Yan's arms with both hands, and directly slammed his head into Fang Yan's head, smashing the latter to a stagger, and at the same time holding his elbow straight against Fang Yan's heart, silently reciting the formula, the white mang flashed away, and a stream of blood shot out from Fang Yan's heart.

Fang Yan's face was as pale as gold paper, his heart was beating like a muffled drum, and the sword intent on his shoulder was like a gurgling stream flowing into the blood hole under the heavy blow, blending into his own flesh sword fetus, sharpening and sharpening faster, the young man's body swayed several times to disperse Wang Xinian's elbow strength, his steps staggered and barely stood on the step pile, his hands trembled and clenched his fists, the gong frame was instantly formed, the breathing was adjusted, the breath was connected, the body leaned forward and took a step, the fist step pile heart moved at will, and the three eyes shone brightly.

If Fang Yan's previous boxing skills were chaotic and he couldn't enter the room, then Xu Tang's appearance was tantamount to sending charcoal in the snow and knocking on Fang Yan's door. This set of boxing methods pays attention to the strength of the spine, the fist of merit, the practice is not empty, the young man understands, although the practice of boxing is not long, but always carry that fist intent, so even if the body is now crippled like a firefly, the line is scattered but not dispersed, plus Fang Yan has some understanding, in the fight between the omissions and fill in the gaps, a body of boxing more and more fit, more and more relaxed.

Wang Xinian's face was expressionless, the jade-colored true qi poured into the palm of his hand, like a liquid, he raised his hand and tapped his fingers, and several drops of jade-colored "water droplets" popped out in a row, the sound was pleasant, and the water droplets flew and scattered, and in the process, they were condensed into a sword, and the edge was directed at the young martial artist. After Wang Xinian "played" dozens of True Qi Flying Swords in one breath, his palm was raised and pushed forward, and the killing machine swept away, but Wang Xinian raised his eyebrows slightly and sighed lightly.

It turned out that Fang Yan did not dodge or dodge, and still rushed in stride with an indomitable attitude, seemingly reckless, but in fact, the steps under his feet were complicated and disorderly, and every punch would accurately hit a True Qi Flying Sword, which made a pounding sound like a broken bead hitting jade. What's even more bizarre is that the young man's fist actually exuded a faint sword intent, which was extremely dim at first, but it was obviously condensed after hitting the flying sword again and again.

Sword intent, not sword qi, the internal mysteries, only those who are also sword cultivators can understand it.

Wang Xinian's eyes were scorching, and his fingers kept tapping between his hands, the jade-colored flying swords poured out like a rainstorm of pear blossoms, and Fang Yan's fists infused with qi and blood sword intent came towards him, and the speed of the punches was fast, fighting with countless flying swords in close quarters.

Both of them are becoming more and more courageous, but their mood is as deep as an ancient well.

Wang Xinian suddenly realized, and then his face was gloomy, and his eyes were murderous.

Fang Yan seemed to be strolling leisurely, but in his body was a majestic scene of swallowing mountains and rivers. The silver-white sword intent river rolled down from Fang Yan's shoulder, falling straight into the blood aperture, filling two places in the blink of an eye, and the third blood aperture Shenque also had a small half of the color turned silver-white, and at the same time, the ninth blood aperture was rapidly condensing.

Fang Yan had estimated that if he completely inherited the pure sword intent left by Lao Dao'er, he was afraid that it would take two or three years to turn all the nine blood apertures into silver and white. This is also the reason why Fang Yan is reluctant to break through the realm, wanting to be more refined in the first realm and make the foundation more solid.

However, the boy is not as easy as it seems, these flying swords still have a few falling on the young man's body, which makes his already scarred body undoubtedly worse, and his hands are even more bloody and blurred, and the white bones of the forest can be vaguely seen, but fortunately, the physical sword fetus is extremely tenacious, and the injuries are increasing while slowly recovering.

Fang Yan punched one punch after another, and punched more than a dozen punches in a row, and his boxing skills became more and more proficient.

This is a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity, a battle in the same realm, and the battle of will between two young people of the same age is unreserved and goes all out.

Wang Xinian used Fang Yan as a whetstone on the avenue, in a vain attempt to go further, so that the foundation of a realm was flawless, why didn't Fang Yan use Wang Xinian to sharpen himself, use the stones of other mountains to cut his own jade, and fuse the blood aperture with the sword intent, and even wanted to take this opportunity to shake the ninth blood aperture.

This made Wang Xinian have killing intent for the first time, and his left hand raised his hand to pinch the trick, still condensing qi and cultivating, but his right hand finally pressed on the sword box behind his back.

In an instant, a series of delicate and crisp sounds came from inside the sword box, and the bottom layer of the seven-layer sword box suddenly opened, and the internal sealing sword popped out and fell into Wang Xinian's hand.

It was a heavy sword with a dark body, the style was very simple, the spine of the sword was extremely wide, the sword grid was carved with the head of the dragon bowing, and the tip of the sword actually had an equally black bead.

Wang Xinian held the sword in both hands, and after gathering momentum slightly, he slashed it with a sword!

The sound of a dragon's groan came from the blade, and the jade-colored sword qi flowed on the blade and converged on the tip of the sword, constituting the great atmosphere of the dragon with pearls.

Fang Yan's eyes shrank, and in an instant, the battle intent in his eyes was high, he took a deep breath, and after knocking down a true qi long sword, his eyes closed, and the third eye in the center of his eyebrows instantly shed blood and tears, outlining the blood-colored mask, and then his hands slapped, and then staggered and staggered, the blood droplets condensed into long needles, and then turned into a long sword, the sword qi on his shoulders was infused, and a sword was provoked from the bottom up, making a sword picking style, and the tip of the sword hit the heavy sword.

The collision of the two swords did not have much momentum, but Fang Yan's blood sword was like snow meeting coals, the illusion dissipated, the tiger's mouth between Fang Yan's five fingers instantly cracked, the young man shouted angrily, and a pair of fists wrapped in bloodstained sword intent brazenly greeted Wang Xinian with a sword, the entire Little Lotus Cave trembled, the wind raged, and countless lotus leaves were crooked.

Wang Xinian's face was expressionless, the sword body turned, swept across, and the sword qi condensed into a fan, pouring mountains and seas.

At the time of crisis, Fang Yan's eyes were blood-red, and he drank loudly, the ninth aperture in his body was finally completed at this moment, the bottleneck was broken, the qi and blood tumbled and fell into the bloody aperture, the young man was covered in blood, and he was not afraid to punch again, and fell on the heavy sword like an immortal drumming, making a muffled sound.

Wang Xinian's cloak was scattered, his breath was scattered, his face was hideous, he raised his hand and pressed on the sword box again, the second layer of the streamer was overflowing, and the sealed sword inside was buzzing, and it was about to come out.

Then the two scuffled together, the sword qi and sword intent were vertical and horizontal, and countless lotus leaves and lotus stems were torn.

The last time the two shot, Fang Yan did not hesitate to exchange injuries for injuries, and the punch in exchange finally landed on Wang Xinian's chest, and Wang Xinian's heavy sword also penetrated Fang Yan's back.

The two staggered back, blood spilled, and it was impossible to tell whose it was.

Ye Ye frowned, and finally made a move, the phantom of the copper pillar behind him flashed, restraining Fang Yan's forward body, raising his hand to press the young man's shoulder, and his breath locked the meridians of Fang Yan's entire body, helping to stabilize the young man's disordered qi and blood. Fang Yan's face was covered with blood, his mouth and nose were bleeding, his internal organs were injured at the same time, and several scars were almost fatal, and his breath was weak.

Mo Qing also fell, blocked in front of Wang Xinian, frowned and said, "Enough." ”

Wang Xinian stared at Mo Qing deadly, took a deep breath after a while, and returned a breath of true qi to his body, the penultimate layer of the sword box, and the sword that had revealed most of his true body was quiet again.

"I won. Wang Xinian touched the blood on his face and said lightly.

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