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Seeing Qiao Feng's response, Ding Chunqiu showed a knowing smile and said, "Then limit it to three moves!"

Qiao Feng didn't speak, but dismounted with a heavy waist, pulled out his posture, his arms circled strangely, and a silent surging feeling spread throughout the audience.

"Pick me up 'Kang Long has regrets'!"

His right palm suddenly pushed out, and the surging and majestic true qi flowed out like a great river of the Yangtze River, and the true qi broke through the air, forming a terrifying feeling of suffocation, terrifying.

Duan Yu saw that the two were not fighting to the death, and his heart was relaxed.

But seeing the two of them move, they suddenly stepped on Ling Bo and swept towards the distance.

Ding Chunqiu had fought two battles in a row before, and he didn't want to experience the aftermath of that horror again.

And this time it was Qiao Feng who was fighting against him, in his opinion, the aftermath of the two of them would be even more terrifying.

When he stood still in the inner hall, he saw Ding Chunqiu's figure like a swimming fish, facing Qiao Feng's surging palm power, constantly stepping out of the 'zigzag' body method, and skillfully unloading the yang and rigid palm power of the eighteen palms of the dragon descending little by little.

"What a subtle footwork!"

Duan Yu showed a look of surprise in his eyes, he would also Ling Bo Weibu, but he never thought that Ling Bo Weibu could be used like this, and at this moment, seeing Ding Chunqiu show it, he was infinitely surprised in his heart, and watched it seriously.

Walking the rivers and lakes in the past few months also made him understand the benefits of kung fu.

Even if you don't like to fight and kill, if you have kung fu, you can at least protect yourself, and you won't be caught by Gu Mozhi three times and twice and fall into danger.

And at this moment, Ding Chunqiu can be said to be a living textbook, the same martial arts are displayed from his hands, but the subtlety of it is that Duan Yu was pleasantly surprised, and he couldn't help but memorize and learn.

Facing Ding Chunqiu unloading his palm power with that fish-like body, Qiao Feng's eyes also showed a gleam.

He has been crisscrossing the rivers and lakes for many years, and his martial arts have already reached the realm of transformation, and he has also studied the method of unloading force, but compared to Ding Chunqiu's ingenious methods, the methods he knows are nothing more than retreating and unloading, or injecting power into the earth under his feet, but it seems unremarkable.

The brilliance on his face was fleeting, a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, and he said secretly, if he changed to someone else, I am afraid that under Ding Chunqiu's method of unloading, he would have a big headache, but he would not.

The eighteen palms of dragon descent that he learned are the ultimate in foreign kung fu, and the essence is all on the strength of luck, and with Qiao Feng's cultivation, he has already cultivated it to the point where it is both rigid and soft.

At this moment, his palm power suddenly changed, and in the midst of his strength, he suddenly changed his normality, and he was no longer the fierce impact he had before. Instead, it has become a strong and weak, a swallow and a spit, and it is actually born from the most rigid and the most feminine and wonderful.

Ding Chunqiu's body suddenly stagnated, and he lived up to his previous urgency, like a fish entering a quagmire, unable to move.

At this moment, Ding Chunqiu's figure stopped, and he really faced Qiao Feng's eighteen dragon descending palms.

The sun shone through, and his hands bloomed with a sparkling treasure light, as if mutton fat and jade, pure and flawless.

And at this moment, there was a trace of cold breath in the air, which came and went without a trace.

Qiao Feng's eyes suddenly bloomed, and he saw Ding Chunqiu's five fingers drooping, and a trace of cold wind appeared in the air, turning into claws, and suddenly tore out into the air.

A claw came out, and the cold wind appeared.

Qiao Feng suddenly felt a cold and tricky force appear, as if a needle was hidden in the cotton, and the layers of backrush up, colliding with his masculine and feminine palm power, fighting each other, and annihilating each other.

The cold wind of the forest came from all directions, and the sky and the ground seemed to have become Ding Chunqiu's field.

Ding Chunqiu tore out with one claw, Ling Bo unfolded it again in micro steps, and the green shirt fluttered, surrounding Qiao Feng, and suddenly spun like a spinning top.

The battlefield between the two was turned upside down in an instant.

Duan Yu opened his mouth in horror, looking at the two people in the field, and a feeling like a mountain was standing up in his heart.

Although he has shallow experience in combat, with the blessing of his strong internal force, he can clearly see the process of the two fighting.

Whether it was Ding Chunqiu's previous method of unloading, the technique of fighting at this moment, or Qiao Feng's skill of changing his palm power, it was all in his eyes.

Although these techniques were simple and ordinary, he knew that if he were to be himself, no matter which of the two of them, would not be able to reach the height of the two of them.

"Good claw method!"

Qiao Feng was overjoyed when he saw the hunt, and couldn't help but praise it.

The grudge he saw with Ding Chunqiu was the revenge of the tragic death of several elders of the beggar gang, and now he has become a thorn in the eye of the beggar gang and the entire martial arts, and the so-called grudge naturally disappeared.

At this moment, seeing Ding Chunqiu suddenly cast a set of exquisite claw techniques, Qiao Feng's heart was full of pride, and the dragon in his hand was remorseful, and with the true qi in his body surging, he suddenly made a move.

At the same time, the left hand took advantage of the situation to split back, and a move 'Shenlong Swinging Tail' followed by 'Kanglong has regrets'.

Rumble!

The majestic and surging true qi is like a mountain torrent flowing backwards and a volcanic eruption, sweeping the sky overwhelmingly.

Ding Chunqiu's figure is like a flat boat submerged in the Yangtze River, flickering forward and backward, up and down, qi penetrating into the fingers, ten fingers buckled inward, pulled back, as if the void pressed the strings, waving the pipa.

A series of feminine claw power continued to breed and appear, dissolving Qiao Feng's majestic palm power from the most rigid to the masculine.

At the same time, his figure was also retreating, and under the eighteen palms of the dragon, Ding Chunqiu was still unwilling to resist.

Hiss!

Sen Sen was cold, like a blunt knife cutting meat, hiding needles in the cotton, but it was sharp, tearing the air and tearing a qiē.

In Duan Yu's eyes, he completed the essence of martial arts with 'the softest in the world and the most rigid in the world', and annihilated the strong and unparalleled Kanglong Youregret!

However, Qiao Feng's other palm, the dragon swinging tail still attacked, compared to Kanglong's regrets, the power was even higher.

But Ding Chunqiu didn't seem to see it, he didn't retreat but advanced, his hands flew up, he rose from the ground, and a palm of his breath slapped out of the air, facing Qiao Feng's palm.

This move made Duan Yu's heart tremble.

It is also that he also knows that the eighteen palms of the dragon descending are a must in the palm technique, and there are few that can keep up with it, even the Shaolin mastery of the Vajra palm is also a lot inferior.

However, Ding Chunqiu actually chose to palm-to-palm at this moment, which made Duan Yu shocked and inexplicable.

Rumble!

The surging thunder rang out in an instant, and a violent wind suddenly appeared, invading the air. The burning sensation of the Yang is in the inner hall, which makes Duan Yu feel like he is suffocating.

It was as if all the air around them was evacuated in the battle between the two.

Although at this moment, there was no turmoil and no dust, Duan Yu's eyes couldn't help but close, as if if he didn't do this, his eyes would be damaged by an unknown amount.

But at the last moment when he closed his eyes, although he didn't see the victory or defeat of the two of them in this move, he saw Ding Chunqiu drifting away, unstained with dust, and did not appear to be injured under the palm of the eighteenth dragon descendant.

In a moment, when he opened his eyes again, Ding Chunqiu and Qiao Feng were standing at opposite ends of the courtyard.

Ding Chunqiu is still dressed in fluttering clothes, plain as water, and the hem of his clothes is not stained with dust. Only the breath, a little hurried, seems to consume a lot.

As for Qiao Feng, standing on the spot, his clothes did not change at all, but his breath was obviously a little messy.

Duan Yu was keenly aware that the silk in Qiao Feng's ears was a little missing, as if it had been cut off by a sharp blade.

This moment made Duan Yu feel inexplicably frightened.

In this battle, did the eldest brother lose?