Being able to fight to the death with a grandmaster is a very rare opportunity for an innate martial artist, if he can guarantee that he will survive from the other party, or even if there is a way to defeat the other party, then the help for the innate martial artist is extremely huge, and there is no need to do it at all, just rush up and fight.

At this time, Yuan Quan is facing such a situation, he himself is among the innate martial artists, even if he is one of the top two at the top level, he can wrestle with the grandmaster, not to mention that Yan Luo's strength is only about sixty percent at most, naturally Yuan Quan has enough confidence to compete with the other party!

Besides, if he takes 10,000 steps back, he still has the spiritual power to support him, and he is not afraid of Yan Luo at all!

With his palms apart, Yan Luo's face showed a hint of incredulity, and Yuan Quan's originally pale complexion, after the divine true qi in his body quickly flowed around, he immediately regained his original ruddyness, with a faint smile on his face, and rushed towards Yan Luo again.

"Bang bang ......"

The palms of the two collided one after another, and the blue and bright yellow thunder palms continued to spread around, causing the people of the nearby Taishan Sect to continue to retreat.

After more than thirty palms in a row, the two sides finally retreated separately, but when they saw Yan Luo drifting back, his face was slightly pale, but he quickly returned to his original state, but his hands behind his back trembled slightly.

And Yuan Quan took five or six steps back in a row, leaving a not shallow footprint on the ground with each step, so as to remove Yan Luo's heavy and domineering palm power.

Stretching out his hand to wipe the blood from the corner of his mouth, Yuan Quan looked at Yan Luo and said with a smile: "It's worthy of being an old-timer, it's really amazing, and those dozens of palms just now are really strong." ”

His eyes narrowed slightly, Yan Luo looked at Yuan Quan, although he still maintained a calm appearance on the surface, but his heart had been turned upside down, he knew very well that although he had reservations about the more than thirty palms just now, its power was enough to inflict a devastating blow on an innate level martial artist.

However, whether it is the strength of his body or the strength of his true qi, Yuan Quan is like being above the vast majority of innate martial artists, and he has a great ability to resist his palm power, and his strength is really strong, at this time, Yan Luo finally understood why Zuo Qianqiu insisted on letting him make a move, once such a Tianjiao junior who is hostile to the Songshan faction grows up, then their Songshan faction is afraid that they will face a catastrophe!

"Hoo ......"

Exhaling a breath, Yan Luo looked at Yuan Quan, and said slowly: "Sure enough, it is worthy of the great enemy of my Songshan faction as mentioned by the master, so you are also qualified to see my "Songyang Three Limits"!"

"Songyang Three Limits" is Yan Luo's life, on the basis of the "Great Songyang Divine Palm" evolved on the basis of the three types of super outstanding palms, namely Qingyang, Chiyang, and Da Songyang, the power of each style is infinitely close to the level of the secret code, which can be regarded as the strongest martial arts created by Yan Luo in his life.

At this time, when facing Yuan Quan, Yan Luo finally had to take out this technique.

"Qingyang!"

With a light snort, Yan Luo's single palm stood up, and wisps of cyan true qi circulated around his palm, turning into a thick and feminine palm force.

Seeing Yan Luo's palm, Yuan Quan immediately knew that this move was the mystery of the anode and yin, which seemed to be a feminine palm, but inside it was still the fierce power of "Da Songyang Divine Palm"!

Yuan Quan looked at Yan Luo, slowly exhaled a breath, slowly raised one hand, the palm was flush with the shoulder, and at the same time, an invisible force gradually converged in the palm of Yuan Quan's palm, and an invisible power spread around.

In the past one or two years, Yuan Quan's continuous cultivation of "Six Styles of Loose Hands" has finally been regarded as a small success, but this "Six Styles of Loose Hands" can only be truly powerful when the six styles cooperate with each other, but each style will consume a lot of true qi, so Yuan Quan rarely uses it, at most, it is to integrate one of the two styles of loose hands into some moves, and now in the face of Yan Luo, the grandmaster, Yuan Quan finally decided to completely take out this already small martial arts!

"Bang!"

Yan Luo rushed forward in an instant, two cyan flames slashed across his palms, and the palm power was incomparable, and he slapped towards Yuan Quan.

At this time, Yuan Quan slowly exhaled a breath, turned into a palm with one hand, and went out towards Yan Luo without the slightest fancy, but saw that an invisible palm power was highly condensed, like a big seal crushing towards Yan Luo.

Yan Luo's palms were discharged together, and the front bombarded Yuan Quan's move to the sky, and the strength was vigorous, making the palm power played by Yuan Quan collapse directly, but the strength on Yan Luo's palms was also weakened by half, and the strength was less than fifty percent.

Yuan Quan saw the opportunity, and immediately came to Yan Luo's body like a breeze, and his hands or fists, or claws, or palms, or fingers, conjured ten afterimages, attacking from Yan Luo's ten directions, and each afterimage was mixed with a cold breath, freezing through his heart, it was the Fengtian in "Six Styles of Loose Hands"!

Yan Luo's palms waved rapidly, and the cyan flame flow continued to circulate around his body, resisting Yuan Quan's attack, and with the wave of Yan Luo's palms, this cyan flame flow slowly turned red, as if changing his moves, and it was the second limit of Chiyang in "Songyang Three Limits"!

"Bang!

A roar sounded from Yan Luo's palms, and the red flame streams mixed with the fierce palm power spread out in all directions, making Yuan Quan's move Xiaocheng's sealing sky, after all, still not able to defeat Yan Luo's all-out Chiyang!

Floating and retreating, Yuan Quan slowly exhaled a breath, only to see his hands draw arcs in front of him, but he performed the Tai Chi style in "Six Styles of Loose Hands" to unload the strength.

Looking at the uninjured Yuan Quan, Yan Luo's eyes showed a hint of disbelief, and he said slowly: "What kind of kung fu are you, it's so weird?"

"This martial art is called "Six Styles of Sanshou" and was created by my master, of course, you must not have heard of such a high-end martial art, you just need to know that this martial art is very powerful, I can use this martial art to beat you into a dog. ”

Hearing this, Yan Luo's eyes narrowed, and he said with a smile: "In this way, let me see, how exactly do you want to beat me into a dog, if you can't do it, then don't blame me for turning you into a dog under my feet!"