The pine trees in Nanhu Xiaoyuan are not high, so the spring grass comes to Chong Qianjun very quickly.

If it was an ordinary iron sword, Chong Qianjun would naturally ignore it, but Chuncao was a Taoist sword, and it was the kind of excellent quality among the Taoist swords. It was sharp enough to cut gold and cut jade. If it fell on the body, the Yuanling shield would not be able to completely protect the body. It was inevitable that he would see blood. Chong Qianjun claimed to be his cultivation and would naturally not want to be injured if he killed a thirteen or fourteen-year-old child. So he waved the iron hand back and hit the Chuncao that had not been infused with Yuanling to the side. The normal hand replaced the original position of the Iron Fist and continued to smash it at Zhao Xifeng!

Zhao Xifeng stood there and felt a strong wind hitting his face, flying stones. The power of this punch was only great, and it was only three points lower than Xiao Yin at the time!

This inferior three-pointer is naturally because his moves in the face, which makes him unable to exert all his strength.

Chong Qianjun is actually the top expert in Heyi!

However, Zhao Xifeng was not the young man in the small town after all. During the battle of the sea of ​​clouds and the journey eastward, his physical strength and the spirit in his body had grown several times more than before, not to mention the nearly two star-bauches that were increasingly being overwhelmed by the sky.

Facing this fierce punch, Zhao Xifeng ignored Long Yabi, who was buzzing around his waist, forcibly restrained his sword intent, bowed down, and took a step back with his left foot slightly, but he did not dodge or avoid it, and he punched him in a wolf raid!

For a moment, the pine wood broke and the ice lake cracked. The heavy thousand june was knocked back by a punch, while Zhao Xifeng slid back more than three feet.

Both of them were surprised. Zhao Xifeng thought that after he practiced hard, there should be few of the monks in the Heyi stage who were his opponents. Chong Qianjun was surprised that a young man in the Heyi Middle Realm could face him head-on, facing the cultivator who was at the peak of his ability to win with his strength, he looked at his own weak body and was only slightly inferior!

The strong enemy! The two thought at the same time.

Just as Zhao Xifeng and Chong Qianjun fought hard, Qing Lingyu outside the woods chuckled and took action!

She reached into the bamboo basket and then suddenly raised her hand in the direction of Zhao Xifeng. At the same time, Chong Qianjun had already completed the breathing adjustment step by step and rushed up again with his iron hand. This time, without the trouble of Chuncao, he could finally exert ten percent of his skills.

Faced with the two killers' double attacks from far and near, Zhao Xifeng was not afraid and refused Long Yabi's request to fight again. He opened his arms and staggered towards Chong Qianjun. When passing through a piece of land, he used a slight force on his right foot and sent a wisp of Yuan Ling underground to activate something.

In a previous fight, Zhao Xifeng saw that Chong Qianjun's right body was much heavier than the left because of the different weights of the two hands, so he was a little inflexible when he turned around. So he chose to wrestle with him, and the bear pounce style immediately appeared.

But all this was slightly disappointed in Qing Lingyu's eyes. Although Zhao Xifeng's response to Chong Qianjun was quick and correct enough, her vaginal puncture needle had already taken action. If nothing unexpected happened, before the two met, Zhao Xifeng had already been hit by seven needles and Yuan Ling died of ejaculation.

Chong Qianjun and Qing Lingyu are old partners in the Killing Organization for many years. One fights head-on, one unexpectedly, one is powerful and the other is flying needle without trace. They cooperate very well. In recent years, there are countless monks in the hands of the two, and there are even many masters of Zhiwei Realm. In their eyes, if there are no other changes, the battle has been settled.

And the incident happened at the moment when the Qinglingyu Fei Needle took action!

Since Lao Sun came out, the first time Zhao Xifeng encountered a monk who intercepted him was Qing Lingyu's unique skill, Yin-Puncture Needle!

This acupuncture method is not very lethal, but it is better to be hidden. Zhao Xifeng's response to the Yuan Ling of Heaven and Earth was still unaware of it before the flying needle passed. Afterwards, Zhao Xifeng was unable to avoid these sinister and fine needles during several reviews. This is why Zhao Xifeng had already taken the lead but still had to fight in the end.

If you can't avoid it, it doesn't mean that the other party can fight. This is Zhao Xifeng's idea.

As he kicked up something that had just been buried underground, a strange and complex wave of Yuanling in the woods began to echo. Qing Lingyu raised his hand and shot out a total of three flying needles. However, as the needle flew into the woods, two of them immediately broke off contact with his Yuanling's sense, and the other began to tremble, like a disobedient flying insect. After flying in the air for a few times, they fell into the dust and stopped rising again.

After Qing Lingyu's acupuncture technique, he had never encountered such a situation. He frowned slightly and took action again. This time, thirty-six prickly needles quietly escaped and flew into the pine forest!

At the same time, Zhao Xifeng and Chong Qianjun had already collided with a loud bang. Zhao Xifeng hugged Chong Qianjun's steel right hand at the same time with both hands, and moved rapidly, trying to fold it behind the back with a reverse joint. The latter's reaction was also extremely rapid. On the one hand, he poured his iron arm into the iron arm and competed with Zhao Xifeng without fear. On the other hand, he swung his left fist and slammed Zhao Xifeng heavily on the back!

Chong Qianjun sneered inwardly and thought to himself, my right hand is worthy of the veritable weight. With the peak of cultivation, you will have a heart that will be hammered by me before you can pull it!

But the subsequent changes were unexpectedly unexpected. The punch that should have hit Zhao Xifeng severely actually hit a layer of light green light curtain when he was about to reach his body! What the hell is this! And the iron wall that was as stable as old pine began to gradually bend in Zhao Xifeng's hands!

When the Juyuan Cave was breaking through, Zhao Xifeng accidentally developed a Yuanling shield that was completely close to his body. It was like a war armor worn on his body. When he trembled close to him, he could always cause unexpected troubles and calculation mistakes to the opponent. Xiao Yin was like this at the beginning, and today's heavy junk was like this!

Moreover, during the journey eastward, the carriage that Zhao Xifeng towed reached more than 2,000 kilograms. Isn’t an iron arm weighing thousands of kilograms still holding it in his hand?

Two unexpected changes made Zhong Qianjun completely lose his initiative. Not only was the main attacker's right hand firmly controlled by Zhao Xifeng, but he was even at risk of being pulled away from his body at any time!

Fortunately, he was not alone. Just when Zhao Xifeng had the advantage, thirty-six flying needles broke into the forest. If he continued to hold on to the heavy right arm, he would definitely be poked through by the flying needles. If he pulled away, there would be no next chance to stop the opponent today.

Faced with such a choice, Zhao Xifeng smiled calmly.

Not far from his feet, a chaotic talisman painted on yellow paper was emitting a faint light.
Chapter completed!