Bang bang.

Zhao Qingchan kept avoiding his strong and powerful fists, and several holes, gravel and wood chips were also splattered out of the wall behind him.

The boxer was relentless and continued to attack.

Because of this set of boxing, it is a pure offensive boxing rare in Shaolin Temple.

The key point is that the boxing force is extremely fierce, the boxing speed is as fast as the wind, and the boxing force is continuous.

You should use a way that one punch is faster than one punch, and a way that one punch is stronger than one punch, and directly hammer the enemy until you can't stand up.

The elements are precise and fast.

Because only by defeating the enemy in a short time can we reduce the more internal energy consumed.

When Zhao Qingchan faces such a powerful and powerful boxing technique, he should use palm techniques and sword techniques to restrain him.

Because although Eagle Claw is a top martial art, it can be used to grab arms and palms.

But it will be broken when used to grab the fist.

But the bald donkey in front of him was unreasonable. As a first-class master, he rushed up before he could draw his sword.

Now I can only use the feminine power of the superior "Wudang Mian Palm" to constantly resolve its offensive and use the trick of dragging it out.

Bang bang bang bang.

Slap sex.

The fist and palms intersect, making a sound and aches the eardrums.

The Shaolin boxer's offensive still did not stop. While constantly pressing and fighting, Zhao Qingchan was even hit in the chest several times.

He knocked him away every time, but with the blessing of light skills, he landed safely.

However, under the influence of the golden quality inner armor and protective qi, Zhao Qingchan can leave the battle circle at the lower cost of being injured and minor injuries.

The boxer's offensive was even cut off and allowed him to build up his momentum to punch again.

In this way.

Zhao Qingchan seems to be pressed step by step and always at a disadvantage.

But those ten warriors couldn't understand.

But the three people above all understood that his horizontal practice was adding a peerless light skill, and he had never suffered any serious damage.

If this Shaolin boxer who knows "Vajra Fist" never catches the opportunity and cannot kill a single blow, then he, a first-class master, will also be completely defeated.

So, as time goes by.

Under the continuous attacks of Shaolin boxers, the true energy flowed more and more slowly.

The two circled around the not-so-large yard, and the stone tables, stone piers, solid wood pillars, and walls were all covered with holes.

Swish.

Bang.

Gravels rubbed past their faces.

Zhao Qingchan hid aside and looked at his somewhat weak boxing technique.

In an instant, he used the eagle claw skill and grabbed his wrists with his fingers.

But before he could exert his strength.

Wow!

The Shaolin boxer shouted angrily, and the muscles of both arms swelled up, as dazzling as copper and iron. He broke into the five fingers that were tied up, and his fists rushed towards him like two siege hammers.

"Cat, Lao Yin Bi, it turns out that he can better than the internal strength of "Arhat Gong"?" Zhao Qingchan's expression changed slightly.

His claw skills also instantly turned into Wudang Mian Palm, dragging his arms away from the left and right, rubbing his head and banging it backwards.

moment.

Haven't waited for his arms to rebate.

Zhao Qingchan attacked the ladder clouds and used them out and rose up from the ground.

His figure was still bent his knees in the air, and the Shaolin boxer leaned over and turned to the ground.

But the moment he fell to the ground, his right leg was like a long whip, and he was heavily slapped on Zhao Qingchan's legs, and both of them fell in the yard almost at the same time.

Next second.

Both sides stood up at the same time, but Zhao Qingchan was faster. Even though his legs were already injured, he still came to him and hit his chest with an elbow.

Crack Crack Crack.

Several ribs were broken, and the boxer's body burst back and cracked into a spider-web-like crack on the wall.

What's even more terrible is that Zhao Qingchan also held his Tianling Cap with his right hand and pressed it down, causing him to kneel on the ground immediately, and five blood marks were also flowing down his head to the ground.

Tick.

Tick.

"stop."

"Please click until you two." Someone shouted upstairs.

Zhao Qingchan stopped, and his legs were a little painful.

But he saw an inexplicable hatred and smile in the eyes of this Shaolin lay disciple.

Seeing that he was a little confused, the boxer sneered and said, "What are you looking at? It's just that you are not happy with a genius like you, and you don't want you to pass the test."

"You are looking for death." Lu Chengfeng glared at King Kong and wanted to get on with a gun.

Zhao Qingchan raised his eyebrows and calmed down.

The boxer said indifferently: "That guy who plays with guns, if you want to avenge your master, then chase him out."

"Young Master." Lu Chengfeng clasped his fists and wanted to chase him.

"Be careful." Zhao Qingchan didn't stop him.

The next grade is the next grade, and the boxer is seriously injured. If he can't beat him, Lu Chengfeng will die.

Then, he took the "Chang Ming" and walked towards the last swordsman.

He knows this person, the future master swordsman.

Zhao Qingchan smiled slightly and wanted to py.

But what the Zishan Swordsman was most annoying was that someone was more handsome than him, so he took one step and handed it over with a sword.

Swish.

The cold light is dazzling.

The sword light suddenly appeared.

This is the phenomenon that the true qi is about to leave the sword and form the sword energy. It is a preliminary ability that only the first-grade masters have.

Zhao Qingchan's body blew away, but the white ink-splashed shirt on her chest was still torn apart by the sword light, and several slight wounds appeared in the ink armor.

The purple-clothed swordsman pressed forward step by step. When the sword light was swept away, ripples appeared, and the Cicada brother was unable to defend himself.

Upstairs, a handsome uncle who was drinking wine lit up his eyes: "What a fast sword, the sword light has come out, the sword intent is terrifying. The Zishan swordsman has the demeanor of a young master of swordsmanship."

"It's okay, Zhao Qingchan has fought for two games in a row, and his internal strength is insufficient. In addition, the boxer's whip legs with a blow, his leg injury is now quite serious. Even if he has peerless light skills, it is difficult to use it. The sword tester you found is too strong." The middle-aged man with a sword raised his eyebrows.

Lu Xiaofeng drank a glass of wine and smiled playfully: "The purple-clothed swordsman is not a sword tester. He is the disciple of a long-time old friend, or I am the disciple who was taken for him, so Zhao Qingchan can win or lose when facing him."

"Wow, this person is good at many sword techniques. In just a few breaths, I saw three excellent sword techniques, two top sword techniques, and seven middle and lower sword techniques."

"Hey, are you the apprentice who was taken over for Ziyi Hou?" The middle-aged man with sword stood up and looked at Lu Xiaofeng with his eyes as if he were swords.

"Yes, but when I visited the grave this year, the grass on his grave was more than three meters high. Why are you excited?" Lu Xiaofeng asked him to sit down.

The middle-aged man holding the sword raised his eyebrows and said that.

So he smiled and said, "I didn't expect that everyone said that you, Lu Xiaofeng, can only know how to understand the light skills, but you didn't expect that you have practiced a lot of swordsmanship and can also accept disciples on behalf of others."

Lu Xiaofeng shrugged helplessly: "If you don't practice swords, how can you use your fingers to hold the main sword?"

"How can I pinch the main knife if I don't practice the knife?"

"That is to say, you are proficient in all kinds of martial arts?"

"Did you see me clamping the sledgehammer?" Lu Xiaofeng thrust his mouth.

"You know what you have ever clamped when you wear women's clothes..."

"Who are you with?" Lu Xiaofeng was furious.

The middle-aged man holding the sword responded very seriously: "Where are you and I."

"Ao." Lu Xiaofeng shrugged: "I'm just asking, what kind of sword you draw."

At this moment.
To be continued...