Myriad Realms Summoning System

"Senior Chifeng, what do you think of Song Yuanqiao now? Can you win over Fengyang?" Long Xue asked.

Chifeng took a breath and said, "Yes, this Song Yuanqiao's cultivation base is comparable to that of the trend, and the swordsmanship is extremely exquisite, especially Feng Yang is still suffering from severe injuries, and the combat effectiveness is greatly reduced!"

Dragon Soul also said: "Yes, Song Yuanqiao definitely has the strength of the dynasty ranking fifty, which should not be underestimated."

Just as several people were discussing, Song Yuanqiao let out a low voice, and then strenuously cut it down.

"Sword Qi condenses the mountain!"

Suddenly, a mountain of sword aura condensed in front of him, impacting the blood-colored beam of light, offsetting the damage.

Chi Chi!

It is a pity that the coverage of the blood-colored beam is too large, even if most of the impact is offset, there is still a small part of the stinging force, which wears out Song Yuanqiao's body guard!

However, Song Yuanqiao's Taiji Gong has reached the perfection, and the quality of Zhen Qi far exceeds ordinary Zhen Qi.

The thin layer of body protection infuriated, never dissipating, firmly guarding Song Yuanqiao's body.

"Impossible, it was blocked!"

Feng Yang's sword qi soared to the sky, very consuming true qi, but its lethality was also extremely amazing.

Because he was injured by Song Yuanqiao earlier, the true energy in his body had already flowed out sixty-seven times.

Only the remaining true energy can barely use the sword energy to soar into the sky. This time it failed to successfully kill Song Yuanqiao, and he could no longer use this move to injure him.

"Hmph, since I can't use the sword energy to soar into the sky, then I will use the purest strength to defeat you!"

Feng Yang held the blood-stained sword tightly, lowered his figure, and then pushed towards Song Yuanqiao with an afterimage.

when!

The two swords collided, a ring of bright shock waves radiated everywhere, and the hard ground of Longtan Mountain burst, causing terrifying earth waves.

"Baquan!"

Feng Yang held a sword in his right hand and punched in his left.

His offensive was like a storm, one after another, without giving Song Yuanqiao a chance to react.

But as a disciple of the Wudang school, isn't Song Yuanqiao's best at overcoming rigidity with softness?

"Tai Chi!"

The two martial arts of Wudang School, Tai Chi and Tai Chi Sword, were also good at martial arts by Song Yuanqiao.

Song Yuanqiao blasted out with a punch, and the air flow in a radius of hundreds of meters surged like wind and clouds.

Feng Yang's fist strength suddenly became difficult to move, and was completely isolated from Song Yuanqiao's fist front.

"Damn, it's really evil, when did Taijiquan become so powerful?" Xiao Chen couldn't help but explode.

For a long time, Tai Chi boxing gave Xiao Chen the feeling that it was soft and weak. It was just a boxing technique suitable for old people to strengthen their bodies. How could it be so powerful?

But Chifeng's expression at this time let him know the true power of Tai Chi.

"This is Dao Yun?"

Chifeng’s face was terribly horrified, and when Song Yuanqiao used Tai Chi, they could see the charm of Tao.

"It's impossible, how could it imply a avenue?"

"Oh my God, it's Dao Yun!"

"What the **** is he from!"

The performance of Song Yuanqiao's Taijiquan finally caused the crowd to burst into shocking voices. This time it was not the little shrimps, but the big people.

Such as Chifeng, such as Xueli, such as Long Xue.

Song Yuanqiao didn't care about the shock of others, his battle with Feng Yang was still going on.

boom!

A thunderous noise erupted, and after the two punched each other, they flew back.

Both fell to the ground, and then dozens of deep footprints were stamped on the hard ground.

Feng Yang is uncertain, what kind of boxing is this?

His tyrant fist is very sturdy, and it is still a low-grade fist of the prefecture level. With the perfect infuriating strength of the Second Rank Martial King, it should be an overwhelming advantage.

Why did he encounter Song Yuanqiao's Taijiquan, his boxing power couldn't show anymore.

"I don't believe how long you can last!"

Feng Yang became angry from embarrassment, the swordsmanship can't help Song Yuanqiao, and the boxing methods can't help him.

All of a sudden, his anger was raging, his mind was also boiling, and he killed him with one sword and one punch.

"Minute!"

Song Yuanqiao's toes touched the ground, and then the whole person swept out to meet the other party, and immediately two afterimages of Zhen Qi flashed out, one left and the other right following Song Yuanqiao and swept toward the wind.

Dangdangdang...

Bang bang bang...

The clash of swords and swords, the collision of fists and fists, mixed with the muffled sound of the fist hitting the protective body, the place where the two met was chaotic.

"crack!"

Feng Yang's face was fierce and he let Song Yuanqiao's Zhen Qi residual shadow attack his body guard Zhen Qi.

His body leaped up, and his fist blasted towards Song Yuanqiao's head with a sharp sonic boom.

Song Yuanqiao tilted his head, and a barren hill in Longtan Mountain behind him was immediately exploded.

Taking advantage of Feng Yang's punch and the moves could not be connected, Song Yuanqiao stepped forward.

With a spiral force in his left fist, he rushed towards the opponent's Dantian Qi Sea. As long as this punch has a trace of implementation, it can turn the opponent into a waste.

"Break it for me!"

Feng Yang was also unwilling to show weakness. Holding a sword in his right hand, he stabs Song Yuanqiao's chest quickly and accurately.

At the same time, Feng Yang's dantian suddenly burst out a sharp and unmatched sword energy, and Song Yuanqiao's fist struck together.

when!

Song Yuanqiao used Ti Yunzong to avoid the opponent's stabbing again, and then separated two figures.

"Which is true and which is false!"

Song Yuanqiao's movements were so fast, Feng Yang only felt that there was a flower in front of him, and there was already an extra person.

Before thinking about it, Feng Yang quickly drifted back.

At the same time, the blood-stained sword in his hand slashed out a cobweb-like sword energy one after another.

puff! puff!

Both figures are broken.

Feng Yang suddenly felt his scalp numb and yelled in his heart, not good, both are fake.

Huh!

The ground cracked and sword energy flew out.

The wind rose in the air, his face turned blue.

If there was a trace of hesitation just now, I was afraid that it would be hurt and hurt, and it would be completely downwind.

"Do you really want to use that trick?"

In the depths of Feng Yang's heart, there was a retreat at this moment, but this retreat only flashed in his mind and was immediately rejected by him.

What's a joke, how can I shrink back when I want to be the top ten master?

At this moment, Song Yuanqiao used the Tai Chi sword again, and dozens of lightsabers flashed continuously.

Feng Yang's heart was ruthless, and the boiling qi was poured into the flesh and blood of his right arm with a domineering attitude, and the skin suddenly cracked, bloodshot and zhenqi fused together.

"Return to the highest level of merit, return to the original blood!"

Huo Liancheng saw the scene in front of him and his expression changed slightly. He didn't expect Feng Yang to have cultivated his original merits to such an extent, how old he is!

Returning to the original bloodline was originally the strongest non-passing secret in Feng Yang's practice. It can mobilize the power of the bloodline throughout the body and temporarily merge into one place.

When he was astonished, Feng Yang, who had used his blood to return to the original, had already been cut with a single sword.

Huh!

The blood-colored sword aura rose sharply against the wind, turning into a hundred-meter-long sword aura, crushing the blue sword aura of Song Yuanqiao.

The terrifying sword pressure caused the earth to collapse, and a huge sword pit nearly 1,000 meters long emerged.