Good guy.

Su Qing saw movement on his face for the first time.

If it's martial arts moves, that's it. Each move, no matter how it changes, is all determined by form. With Guan Qi's realm and talent, if you see one, you can get two, if you see two, you can get three, and if you see three, you can already learn it.

What's more, the sword energy he has learned has penetrated all the bones in the body, all the veins are connected, and the sword can transform all kinds of techniques. Su Qing is not surprised that he can learn his "Purple Sun Palm", but his "killing skill" is

It is a method of the physical body, which hides the magical effect of breath breathing. Unexpectedly, Guan Qi also learned it.

What an amazing talent indeed.

Unfortunately, it's still a little short of that.

What is lacking is the "Shan Zi Jing" and his internal strength to make up for the deficiencies.

In an instant.

Facing them, Guan Qiyun was seen using all kinds of murderous methods.

Su Qing now became more murderous, as if he had unleashed real fire and rage. He refused to retreat or evade. His strength exploded into his limbs and he was lifted by 120%. His bright red eyes could ooze blood. The same luck happened.

Use your "killing skills" to meet him.

The combination of fists and kicks was already in a fierce momentum, like two torrents colliding hard together, and what followed was an unimaginable fierce battle.

"Hey!"

Both fists collided in the air.

The same moves, but different results.

A wave of air spread out.

The bones of Su Qing's five fingers were broken and the flesh and blood were blurred. Guan Qi's body-protecting Qi was in danger, and blood dripped from the corners of his mouth.

But in the blink of an eye, Su Qing's five fingers were intact and he was swinging his fists again.

Guan Qi refused to retreat, with three fists and a broken arm. In an instant, they collided dozens of times in the air. The punches hit the flesh, blood and water splashed, and the energy and energy collided. It was more like an explosion of dozens of blows.

Dodge flower rocket.

Only in the horror of those watching the battle.

The two collided violently, and everything they passed was turned into ashes under the influence.

It's actually hard to tell the winner and loser, and it's hard to tell.

Fight until the end.

The two of them suddenly became steadier.

Each one stood still.

Su Qing's fists were extremely powerful, and she hit Guan Qi's chest with a mountain-shaking force.

At the same time, Guan Qi raised his arm and fist in unison, and struck Su Qing on the chest while everyone outside the court was stunned.

"Bang bang bang——"

The bodies of the two men stirred up a series of muffled sounds, like beating drums and ringing bells.

The two simply gave up their techniques, as if they were competing to see who fell to the ground first, punching each other, and fighting for strength and power.

"puff!"

"Ahem——"

Both of them vomited and coughed up blood at the same time.

However, the fighting spirit between each other became even higher.

"Break it for me, ah!"

Su Qing's fists were dripping with blood, and his face was ferocious. His closed lips suddenly opened, and he spit out a wave of heat that was so intense that it roared and shook the sky.

But seeing the body-protecting Qi outside Guan Qi's body, it was like broken ice, being shattered by Su Qing's physical fists.

Guan Qi coughed up blood and retreated quickly.

However, Su Qing had a stern look on his face and grabbed Guan Qi's throat with one hand. He then jumped up and rode on Guan Qi. His fists moved like hammers and hit him wildly like wind and rain. The ground was shaking.

, the rocks exploded, earth-shaking.

A pure collision of flesh and blood.

It's like two evil beasts fighting each other, fighting and entangled.

Blood is flying and punches are hitting the flesh.

The tip of a needle is facing the wheat awn.

There was a series of muffled sounds in the mountains and forests, like beating drums and ringing bells.

Enough for a cup of tea.

In the horror of countless people.

The sound of the fists striking suddenly stopped.

A tall and thin figure, with a naked upper body covered in blood, hands dripping with blood, and a cold face, was walking out of the hustle and bustle step by step.

There was dead silence behind him.

There is no movement in Guan Qi.

"Su Qing won? He actually won? Beat Guan Qi?"

The crowd was in an uproar, exclaiming, and looking shocked.

"Ahem——"

Su Qing coughed up blood.

The blood he coughed up was bright red, glaring, and hot as fire.

After all, he won.

He raised his head and glanced at the blue sky, took a deep breath, but immediately there was another mouthful of hot blood in his throat.

However, those people who were in an uproar suddenly widened their eyes, their expressions froze, and they even lost their voices.

The wind seemed to be blowing in the mountains, and the mountain wind was biting.

The clouds and mist surged into the stream, like thousands of rivers returning to the sea, rushing towards this place.

Su Qing's face froze.

The stones beside his feet trembled, then rolled and flew behind him.

An indescribable energy and momentum rose from the chaos behind him.

"ah!"

A crazy roar suddenly erupted.

It was Guan Qi's voice.

Su Qing turned around.

I saw a figure standing proudly in the billowing smoke and dust, standing erect like a god and demon. He raised his head and screamed at the sun, opened his mouth and swallowed. In an instant, the wind and clouds in the mountains surged, the sea of ​​mist flowed backwards, and the billowing dragon was actually caught by him.

After absorbing it, he saw a wisp of rich sunlight falling from the sky and entering his mouth.

The hustle and bustle was immediately washed away.

Guan Qi was covered in blood at the moment, but his aura was rising steadily. He was simply inhuman.

Get stronger and stronger, there is no end.

Su Qing's eyelids twitched, his mouth curled up, and he couldn't help but smile bitterly.

At this time.

"Swish swish——"

Three small arrows came from the sky, and three black shadows, each one finger long and short, shot from the top of the mountain in the distance.

It was Wu Mengnu who took action.

Pick up the crossbow.

Get the arrow.

Take the string.

Archery.

Completed in one go, it is the little arrow of sadness.

Three arrows shot out. She kept holding her hand, her little face solemn and nervous, and then fired the fourth arrow, the fifth arrow, then the sixth arrow, and finally the ninth arrow.

Shoot nine arrows in a row.

A string of beads.
To be continued...