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Under Su Changqing's scorching gaze, the two forces of fist wind and sword force collided with each other, and the stone platform instantly felt like a roaring wind, making a deafening sound.
As the smoke and dust gradually dispersed, Xiao He's face became visibly pale, and blood flowed directly from the corner of his lips. His cat pupils also dimmed a bit sadly, but in just a moment, his eyes changed. You have to be firm and unruly.
The sword cultivator's brows were also frowning at this moment, but his condition was much better than Xiao He's at this moment. Obviously, the blow just now did not cause any harm to him.
He looked at Xiao He with a hint of surprise, as if he had never thought that a Foundation-Building Dzogchen could last so long in a fight with him without falling behind at all.
Yes, even though Xiao He seemed to be seriously injured now, the swordsman disciple who was fighting with him knew very well that when the two of them exchanged blows just now, the power of Xiao He's punch was different from his own sword. There is no need to give in, which is obviously very outstanding and powerful for a disciple who has not yet broken through the Golden Core stage.
This physical training disciple was much more difficult to deal with than the opponents he had encountered before.
The sword cultivator's brows were cold, thoughts swirling in his mind, his eyes fell on Xiao He, the long sword in his hand reflected the cold sword light under the pale golden sunlight, like a silver dragon swimming in it, The tip of the sword trembled slightly, as if he couldn't wait to rush out and fight his opponent.
Xiao He raised his hand and wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, with a cold light flowing in his eyes, as cold as a knife, and hiding a ray of anger that was waiting to be unleashed, as fierce as a wolf cub that wanted to bite people.
The two stared at each other silently and indifferently, as if war was igniting in their two very different eyes at the same time.
The next moment, Xiao He's muscles tightened to the extreme, and then he pushed his body skills to the extreme. The star power was rolling all over his body, spreading along his fist, driving a tyrannical force straight through his right arm, and his blood surged. , surging.
As long as the movement is big enough, it's all a big move!
As he swung, Huanghuang's fist seemed to have condensed into an extremely huge red dragon. With the recklessness of a newborn calf, it suddenly swooped forward and struck at the sword cultivator disciple with his fist!
In the arena, the boxers are already taking action!
The swordsmanship disciples charged forward without any hesitation, and drove towards him like a sharp blade, bringing with them a trail of afterimages as they criss-crossed out.
The stone platform was suddenly filled with wind and clouds, and the momentum was agitated. The speed of the two people was as fast as afterimages, making it almost impossible to see their moves clearly.
The fist wind and the sword force are intertwined, and the sound of bang-bang collision is continuous. The two people are approaching and then passing each other, spinning, punching and swinging the sword.
"boom--"
The two sides collided fiercely again, and then both were shaken back a step by the remaining energy of the two entangled forces.
Xiao He gasped and used his feet again. With his strong will, he squeezed out every ounce of strength from his body. Once again, his star power wrapped his fists. His whole body was surging with strength, as if he had turned into a rock, solid and hard, and then A sudden step forward!
The punch was fast and hard.
The fist wind screams!
The momentum is compelling!
The sword cultivator took advantage of the wind to turn around in the air, and then stabbed out a sword smoothly with his backhand.
This sword seems to be slow, but in fact it is only a short moment. However, it is packed with great power, the sword light is extremely bright, and it kills in an instant!
