It is an indisputable fact that Chuantian has fallen into a disadvantage, but it can always turn danger into relief, and there is no danger. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 But under high-intensity mental concentration, it is easy to make mistakes. Just like a string that is too tight is easy to break, if you are not careful, the consequences are unimaginable.

Although the old man advances and retreats freely, he is currently undefeated. But every time I felt that I was going to kill, I didn't succeed in the end. He was even deeply shocked by the heavenly boxing method, and his confidence was repeatedly frustrated. Although his internal strength has reached the realm of transformation, and there is an endless stream of life, but in the long run, it will inevitably breed fatigue.

When masters of the same level compete, there is no obvious gap between the level of martial arts cultivation, and it is not used as a criterion for judging victory or defeat. In addition to factors such as the right time, place and people, the most important thing is the competition between will and heart. The so-called desirelessness is rigid, if the mind is lost, the shot will be chaotic, lawless, and inevitably taken advantage of by the opponent.

Therefore, although the scruples in the old man's heart were not revealed, what kind of person was Chuantian? A punch smashed the yellow dragon, slammed into the old man's face, and said with a smile: "The seniors are timid!"

The old man didn't hide it, and the scorching sun palm brought up the blazing true qi that could incinerate everything in the world, opened a punch that passed on the sky, and laughed: "It's really terrifying!"

Compared with most of the stubborn old stubborn who rely on the old and sell the old, this old man is honest and cute. Perhaps because he has lost his old appearance and regained his youthfulness, his heart has also become free and uninhibited, which makes people full of praise for his sincerity.

Chuantian smiled slightly, and suddenly his eyes were purple and prosperous, and even Mingyue didn't dare to compete with him at this moment, and hid behind the dark clouds. The purple light flickered, and faintly even his fluttering hair glowed with a strange purple light, and the whole person was like a god, majestic.

Although I don't know what kind of magical magic is used to spread the heavens, but looking at its beauty and weirdness, all beautiful things are always dangerous. Therefore, as long as you are not stupid, I am afraid that no one wants to face the transmission of heaven at this moment.

The old man's eyes narrowed slightly, and he took two steps back to retreat. No one will say anything because of this, unless it is really a master of the arts who are bold about the unknown, otherwise, it is the wise man who makes a decision after careful observation.

His eyes were purple and his hair was purple, and his handsome face showed a smile that fascinated all men and women, and he whispered, "Duh!"

With this low shout, the onlookers were not surprised, but the old man suddenly shook his whole body.

The low drink of the sky implies a clever sound attack technique, although the voice is low, but when the old man hears it, it resounded in the sky like a flat thunderbolt. At the same time, the true qi in the body was resonated by the sound attack technique, and for a while, the true qi was not controlled in the meridians at all, and it was restless and wandering around at the same time, not controlled by itself at all, like a precursor to going mad.

The old man was frightened and scattered, and hurriedly turned around and hurried away. Fortunately, his internal strength is indeed exquisite, and he will not be disturbed by his continued dantian. But in this case, the true qi can only be reluctantly controlled by himself, how could Chuantian let go of such a good opportunity?

Moreover, the two are opposite, one of them suddenly retreats in vain, and the door behind him is wide open, which is different from a man who is a knife and I am a fish.

I saw Chuantian swing a punch, and then attack the old man's back like lightning. It was obviously a lightning-like blow, but everyone clearly saw that Chuantian's fist turned into a palm in the middle of the fist, and the palm was a finger, and the finger was a claw.

This move was the move used by Chuantian to kill Goryeo Wen'en in the misty forest, and afterwards Zhang Yan felt that this move was very chic and handsome, and asked Chuantian about the origin of this move. Chuantian told Zhang Yan that this trick is called "Star Picker". The martial arts of the star picker, this is the only move, the only one. Although it was just a simple grasp, it was impossible to use it without a strong meridian that could withstand the hundreds of rotations of True Qi in the blink of an eye. Zhang Zhan originally wanted to learn, and after hearing this, he immediately dispelled this idea.

The true qi that was resonated by the sound attack technique of the heavens finally had a little stability, and suddenly it was pulled by the true qi condensed by the star-picking hand of the heavens, and the old man actually had some doubts at this time: How could all of a sudden, the form be completely reversed!

When a person has just woken up, his reflexes are naturally not as good as when he is exercising, even if it is the same person.

When the old man had just fought against Chuantian, although the true qi was running freely, the sensitivity was still slightly inferior to that of the fight, even if it was the same person, the same kind of true qi.

When the fight is in full swing and the skill is fully exerted, it is easier to be taken advantage of by the sound attack technique and star picker of the sky. These two martial arts are created to capture the most instinctive reactions of human beings, and it can also be said that they are both created for the body and mind of masters. When man's knee-jerk reaction precedes thought, the instinct to survive has pushed itself into the bottomless abyss.

The old man had no choice but to reluctantly condense the uncontrolled true qi he had just suppressed on his right hand, and swung out his backhand with a palm, slapping at the claw conjured out by Chuan Tian Ning.

Unless it is a world of martial arts cultivation, who dares to respond to the enemy with his back? Chuantian killed Lu Ninghuan and Tian Yun who were facing him at that time, and naturally lifted his weight, but when Tian Yun was standing behind him, he would never dare to use means to solve Lu Ninghuan without scruples.

The old man naturally knew that this move was tantamount to using his mantis arm as a car, not to mention that he was a hastily condensed true qi, and it was impossible to block the blow that was imperative to pass on the sky.

With a muffled snort, the true qi of the heavens invaded the old man's body like entering a no-man's land, raging rampantly. Then the claw conjured up by Chuan Tianning, like a quick knife cutting tofu, sharpened iron like mud and grabbed five holes in the old man's right hand.

The energies intersected, and Chuantian and the old man both retreated backwards.

The weather was calm, and he stood with his hands in his hands, and his skill did not seem to be prompted again, the strange purple light of his hair had disappeared, and his eyes were only glowing with a faint purple glow. And a trace of dead ash flashed on the old man's face, and disappeared in an instant. If it weren't for the fact that the old man's right hand was still dripping and bleeding, it was as if the two had never touched their hands.

The winner is decided, and it couldn't be more obvious.

The old man smiled and said softly, "Why don't you continue?"

Chuantian said happily: "The predecessors are loyal and clean, which is rare in the world! If it is really a competition, the victory and defeat will naturally be divided." However, the senior did not sit down in time to heal his wounds at this moment, but instead used his own essence and blood as a medium to use the blood coagulation method of my Holy Gate. If there is a fierce fight between life and death, it will not be pleasing to Chuan. And once the blood coagulation Dafa is used, there is absolutely no possibility of being spared. Since the predecessors protect the Lord with death, Chuan will let Qu Fan go today and fulfill the high righteousness of the predecessors!"

Only then did everyone understand that the old man's internal injuries were serious, and they knew that Qu Fan was not the opponent of the heavens, not only did not heal quickly, but instead used the famous "blood coagulation Dafa" miraculous feats. From Chuantian's mouth, it is not difficult to infer that this kind of martial arts that uses life as an overdraft is extremely domineering, and even Chuantian is not sure that he will win again. And if Chuantian can't avoid the war, he can follow the preface and successfully keep Qu Fan.

Qu Fan let out a sad cry: "Grandpa Qin!"

After listening to Chuantian's words, the old man surnamed Qin nodded gratefully towards Chuantian. Hearing Qu Fan's sad cry again, he turned his head, with a calm face that was content with the destiny of heaven, and smiled at Qu Fan: "Don't hurt, don't read." Take care, Childe!"

After saying that, the old man's power dissipated. Losing the infusion of true qi, his body was devoured by the blood coagulation dafa, and he was immediately sucked out of essence and blood, and he aged and decayed rapidly. Then he was put to the ground and died.

His body lay between Chuantian and Qu Fan, like an insurmountable chasm.