Without retreating or dodging, Gao Wu's two arms came up from the left and right and struck towards the long sword that Song Yuan stabbed. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

Seeing Gao Wu's movements, a trace of doubt flashed in Song Yuan's eyes. Although Gao Wu's body was strong, it was impossible for him to resist his sword, but why did he do this?

Although there were some doubts in his heart, Song Yuan's movements in his hands did not dare to relax at all. The internal force continued to gush out, and the lotus flowers in the void increased by a few more, and there was an infinite crisis in the beauty.

Jingle Bell~!

Gao Wu's arm collided with Song Yuan's long sword, and sparks flew everywhere. Gao Wu's arms were unconsciously covered with a layer of black, which was the iron cloth shirt!

As soon as the lotus flower in the void came into contact with Gao Wu's arm, it kept spinning rapidly and rubbing out a little spark, but it couldn't hurt Gao Wu's arm for a minute.

Gao Wu's arm stretched left and right, smashing the lotus flowers around him and breaking Song Yuan's defense. As soon as the iron palm turned, it slapped towards Song Yuan's chest.

Call~!

Although Gao Wu did not use all his strength, he also used fifty percent of his strength. The air whistled with the stirring of his power.

Song Yuan's face was extremely solemn, although the sword move just now was not very powerful, he didn't expect Gao Wu to break it so easily. And he looked at the black palm that was getting closer and closer to him, and his heart was a little depressed. Naturally, he could feel the power contained in the palm of this hand.

"Incapacitated!"

A thought popped into his head. The long sword in his hand turned back, turned into a scattered sword shadow and stabbed Gao Wu's eyes, surrounding Wei to save Zhao!

This move really worked, although Gao Wu's iron cloth shirt had a strong defense, but if he was stabbed in the eye by a sword, he must be blind. He had not yet reached the point of blind confidence in his defenses.

Gao Wu's two fingertips swiped lightly across Song Yuan's chest, and he had to pull back, dodging the sword shadows that stabbed him in the eyes.

"Hiss~!"

Song Yuan let out a low roar, and his palm stroked his chest uncontrollably.

I saw that where Gao Wu's fingertips had crossed just now, two clear blood marks spread.

Song Yuan gasped, this is a little sharper than a knife!

Although the people outside the stadium couldn't see the action of the two clearly due to their strength. But they could see the blood stains on Song Yuan's chest, which made them understand that this inner disciple of the Sword Sect was actually injured in an instant.

And the fire of battle intent in Huo Zhen's eyes was even stronger, especially when Gao Wushi showed his iron cloth shirt, he almost couldn't hold it and rushed forward. For a martial artist like him, who attaches great importance to external skills, it is such a pleasure to be able to fight against a master who has also cultivated horizontal external skills.

Gao Wu didn't have the time to guess what other people were thinking, so he stepped forward quickly. In three or two steps, he was about to force in front of Song Yuan, and he was about to hit with a fist.

Song Yuan was injured, but his heart became calmer and calmer.

In the face of Gao Wu, who took the initiative to attack, he couldn't help but feel a little nervous and embarrassed, after all, he had seen the opponent's strength, and it was indeed not easy for him to resist.

A long sword dance is impenetrable, wanting to temporarily stop Gao Wu outside.

Gao Wu faced Song Yuan's dense sword light, but his face was expressionless, and he pushed forward with one palm. The dense sword light suddenly paused, and then disappeared without a trace.

Gao Wu pushed his palm again and pressed down on Song Yuan's chest.

Looking at Gao Wu's blackened palm, Song Yuan knew that the seemingly ordinary palm contained great power. The figure retreated violently, and it retreated dozens of meters in an instant.

His speed is not slow, but Gao Wu's speed is also very fast.

While Song Yuan retreated, he moved forward. No matter how far Song Yuan retreated, his palm was still firmly on the opponent's chest.

Suddenly, Song Yuan's face showed a touch of flushing, and his internal strength was a little unconnected.

At the moment when Gao Wu's palm was about to slap on his chest, he instantly drew his sword back to defense, and placed the long sword across the path of Gao Wu's palm.

Bite~!

The long sword bent, and Gao Wu's palm struck Song Yuan's chest with the long sword.

A sharp pain came from his chest, and cracks appeared in his ribs, as if they were about to shatter with a single tap.

Fortunately, his long sword was not so flexible that it was not directly shattered by Gao Wu's palm. If the sword is shattered, the fragments of the sword will make him feel good.

After a few dodges, Song Yuan left Gao Wu more than ten meters away. As soon as he landed, he spat out a mouthful of blood, and his breath was a little sluggish.

In the face of Gao Wu's unreasonable fist, his complicated swordsmanship did not work.

"Senior Brother Song!"

"Senior Brother Song, are you okay?"

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Seeing Song Yuan so embarrassed, his senior brothers suddenly became anxious.

Song Yuan wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth with his right hand and stood up. If he was defeated by a loose cultivator in front of so many people, then it would not just be a matter of him losing face alone. It was the face of the Sword Sect that was lost.

And as a Song Yuan who regarded the Sword Sect as his only home, he naturally did not allow himself to lose so badly! Even if he was defeated, he had to be defeated with momentum!

Song Yuan held the long sword horizontally in front of him, and the internal force in his body penetrated his whole body, forming a strange cycle between his hands and feet. With the formation of this strange cycle, the internal forces in the body quickly function. The muscles on the surface of his body began to slowly bulge, and a far more dangerous aura came out of him.

Gao Wu couldn't help but frown secretly, if the threat that Song Yuan gave him before was a wild wolf, now he feels like a wild leopard. already has the ability to hurt him.

"Ray!"

Song Yuan thought silently in his heart, the aura on his body became more and more raging, and there was a faint flash of thunder.

"Huh~!"

The Divine Xuan Elder sighed softly, as if he was a little surprised.

"This is the Qi Thunder Trick!"

Qi thunder trick, the method of violent qi, that is, the method of desperate life often said by martial artists. The more famous ones are the Heavenly Demon Disintegration Dafa, the Blood Burning Method, and so on. Qi Thunder Jue uses the body's internal force to turn qi into thunder to stimulate the body, thereby greatly improving the user's speed and strength, but the consumption of internal force and the loss of the body are also very large. An ordinary third-rate martial artist simply couldn't hold it up for more than three minutes. Moreover, the difficulty of its cultivation is also very great, and it is often only four or five out of a thousand people who can successfully cultivate.

But the effect of the Qi Thunder Technique is also excellent, it can basically increase the strength by about double, and it is an excellent way to desperately save your life. But as long as you use this secret method, if you can't get rid of the enemy before you can support yourself, then you will become a lamb to the slaughter.

Shen Xuan was very familiar with this secret method, not because he had also cultivated this secret method, but because this secret method was created by him.

PS: I wanted to finish writing it today, but I didn't finish it~,0.0

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