Fu Tianpeng pushed out the clouds and mist with both palms, and hit Zhao Baisong with surging force.
Zhao Baisong felt a turmoil in his heart, and immediately pulled back his palm and used the Rhinoceros Watching the Moon move.
The iron palm was powerful and heavy, and its landing point was extremely accurate.
Fu Tianpeng wanted to dodge at this time, but it was already too late.
With a bang, Fu Tianpeng flew out, and his back hit a big tree as thick as a bowl.
The moment he fell, he felt that his muscles and bones were broken, and his whole body seemed to fall apart.
Zhao Xueqing and Qingqing stepped forward to help him and asked with concern about Fu Tianpeng's injury.
Fu Tianpeng's energy and blood surged within him, and his face began to turn pale.
Although he suffered internal injuries, Fu Tianpeng did not have the slightest fear when facing a powerful enemy.
He asked Zhao Xueqing to hand him a mental Qi pill, and after taking it, he quickly regulated his Qi.
After the pain subsided slightly, Fu Tianpeng slowly stood up again.
The corners of Zhao Baisong's mouth twitched, and his wrinkled face was livid with anger.
His palms absorbed the force, and the veins all over his body gradually stretched outwards.
It was obvious that he was accelerating the explosion of internal energy, preparing to deal fatal blows to Fu Tianpeng, Zhao Xueqing and Qingqing.
Fu Tianpeng holds the blue wave sword tightly, his body is as strong as a tall pine, and his mind is as strong as a rock.
He rushed forward and stood in front of Zhao Xueqing and Qingqing.
When Zhao Baisong saw that Fu Tianpeng was still fighting like a trapped beast, he curled his lips and spat at Fu Tianpeng again.
His words and deeds were very arrogant, and he did not take the three of them seriously.
Fu Tianpeng remained calm in the face of danger. He took the Liuhe footwork and drew a cold arc of light with the sword in his hand.
Then, he put on the posture of a green pine tree to welcome guests, waiting for Zhao Baisong to take action.
Zhao Baisong's feet were flying with sand and rocks, and he rushed out, raising his strong and powerful arms, pushing out a wave of air that hit the shore.
Fu Tianpeng's sword flashed, he raised his body with his left foot, reached out with his right foot, leaned forward suddenly, and used a move to chop the waves.
The blue wave-like knife shadow rushed towards the air wave sent by Zhao Baisong.
In the fierce collision, Fu Tianpeng's knife shadow was swallowed again.
The air wave roared towards Fu Tianpeng again.
Fu Tianpeng shouted loudly and jumped into the air instantly. He pushed forward with a single sword and used the four poles of the horizontal sword, the most exquisite sword technique of the Fu family.
But seeing clouds and mist swirling around, four pillars of rushing air appeared next to Fu Tianpeng.
The pillar of air gushed out like a spring, tightly protecting Fu Tianpeng and the others.
Zhao Baisong didn't care at all. He moved down the mountain like a tiger and ducked in front of the four air pillars.
But he also showed his silver-moon double hooks and drew two sword shadows towards Fu Tianpeng.
With the strong wind and waves, the two sword shadows took advantage of the momentum and moved forward. Fu Tianpeng concentrated his efforts and maintained the defensive position with four channels of true energy.
He planned to wait for the opportunity and look for Zhao Baisong's weaknesses in defense.
However, Zhao Baisong has long seen through Fu Tianpeng's thoughts, so he always attacks with a sharp knife to cut through the mess, repeatedly killing Fu Tianpeng and the other three.
This time was no exception. The two blade shadows collided with the forward-looking air column, and the air column quickly disappeared into ashes.
Zhao Baisong sneered, and struck with one palm, the boy was polite.
The knife in his hand was unstoppable, and the blade went straight to Zhao Xueqing's neck.
Fu Tianpeng saw that Zhao Baisong's move was lightning fast.
In desperation, he hugged Zhao Xueqing and blocked the slap for her.
With a cry of pain, Fu Tianpeng's eyes were filled with stars, and he felt like the world was spinning.
His back was hit by a knife, and blood flowed from the wound.
When Zhao Xueqing saw Fu Tianpeng standing up to protect him, her heart softened and Furong's pretty face burst into tears.
Qingqing quickly took out the jade dragon powder and applied the wound medicine to temporarily stop the bleeding.
Zhao Baisong watched all this from a place about Zhang Xu, his eyes widened with evil eyes, and bursts of chuckles came from his mouth from time to time.
Zhao Xueqing was very angry when she saw his arrogant and domineering face. She knew that if she stepped forward, it would be like hitting a stone with an egg, but Zhao Baisong injured Fu Tianpeng, so she would fight to the death to give this evil thief some color.
Zhao Xueqing's body was like a flying swallow, and she used electric kicks to kick Zhao Baisong in the face.
Zhao Baisong crossed his arms and arrived with his true energy.
After Zhao Xueqing's moves were as fast as the wind and as fast as the rain but failed to work, she stepped forward with her sword.
"Swish, swish, swish", Phoenix nodded three times, the tip of the sword had a cold star, and the sword edge danced like a dragon.
Stab the eyes, lock the throat, tap the chest, all the moves are sharp and swift, and the swords are all decisive and domineering.
Zhao Baisong changed positions, dodged and moved around. After avoiding Zhao Xueqing's sword moves several times, he slashed with both hooks in his hands and used the move Chasing the Wind and Chasing the Moon.
The double hooks flashed with white light and pressed down.
When Zhao Xueqing made her move, the sword was already firmly restrained by Silver Moon's double hooks.
She couldn't make a move, and she couldn't draw her sword back.
Fighting hand to hand with Zhao Baisong, Zhao Xueqing pointed her finger in front of his face.
Zhao Baisong raised his hand to block it, but Zhao Xueqing changed her palm midway and slapped Zhao Baisong's lower abdomen with her palm.
Zhao Baisong underestimated the enemy and was slapped by Zhao Xueqing.
His throat felt hot, and blood spattered onto Fu Tianpeng's knife.
Zhao Baisong felt the burning in his chest, and the injury made him even more manic.
Zhao Baisong shouted loudly, urging the true energy in his body to flow against the blood.
From his feet to his head, Zhao Baisong's body flashed with blood, his white hair stood up, and his eyes were as wide as copper bells.
Seeing Zhao Baisong's terrifying appearance, Zhao Xueqing reminded Fu Tianpeng and Qingqing that Zhao Baihe had now used his unique skill, the Blood Shadow Demon Kung Fu.
The strong wind passed through the secluded forest, cutting off the tall trees as thick as a bowl at waist level.
This is caused by the vicious energy of the Blood Shadow Demonic Art. Wherever it touches, not even a blade of grass grows.
Zhao Baisong opened his bloody mouth and stepped on the smoke and dust with his feet, like a ferocious tiger descending from the mountain.
Before they even got close, Fu Tianpeng, Zhao Xueqing, and Qing Qing already felt an invisible sense of oppression.
The constant flow of breath around them made them feel suffocated.
Zhao Xueqing shook her head and quickly asked Qingqing to release the heart-clearing liquid.
Qingqing did as she was told, and the mist beads released by Qingxin Liquid, blown by the autumn wind, made the three of them feel refreshed.
The mist released by the Blood Shadow Magic Skill did not cause any harm to Fu Tianpeng, Zhao Xueqing and Qingqing.
Zhao Baisong roared, his hands flying, picking, grabbing, digging, choking, and capturing, using various techniques.
The vicious moves coming from the bottom of the sea are coming in waves and flowing water, and then the next move comes one after another.
Zhao Baisong was almost crazy. He frequently launched a series of killing moves, just to kill the three of them as quickly as possible in a short period of time.
Qingqing and Zhao Xueqing join hands, their swords are combined, and the moon shines on the sea with the light of the two swords.
In front of Zhao Baisong, explosions appeared on the ground.
As Zhao Baisong entered the recruitment, holes appeared in his plain white robe. Then, threads of blood oozed from his arms.
Zhao Baisong's eyes turned red, but he still stepped forward regardless.
Approaching Zhao Xueqing and Qingqing, Zhao Baisong pressed the top of the mountain with his palm, suppressing their swords.
Zhao Xueqing and Qingqing looked at each other, one palmed and the other kicked.
Zhao Baisong stood firm and activated his true energy to protect his heart.
Hitting with palms and feet, as dense as drizzle.
Zhao Baisong was slapped several times and kicked, but he was not moved at all.
He mustered up all his strength, raised his arm and made a sweeping sweep.
Zhao Xueqing and Qingqing were instantly knocked away. They staggered a few steps and vomited blood.
Qingqing took out two mind-calming pills and drank them for herself and Zhao Xueqing.
As Qi circulates in the small Zhoutian, the pain of the two people is greatly alleviated.
When Zhao Baisong saw that they could still get up to fight, he was swept up in a whirlwind and used another move called Yaksha to explore the sea.
The ten fingers that were cutting iron and breaking gold leaped in the air to pinch the foreheads of Zhao Xueqing and Qingqing.
Fu Tianpeng's body was like a rushing arrow, and he blocked it with his knife before Zhao Baisong could make a move.
Zhao Baisong's iron fingers grasped Fu Tianpeng's blade, and the two faced off again.
Seeing that Fu Tianpeng was difficult to deal with, Zhao Baisong bent his arms and elbows and bumped into Fu Tianpeng's chest.
Fu Tianpeng raised his head, and two of his ribs were broken.
Although he was injured, Zhao Xueqing and Qingqing escaped from death.
The three of them worked together to face the enemy, and Zhao Xueqing and Qingqing penetrated Fu Tianpeng's Qi sea.
Fu Tianpeng cheered up and slashed Zhao Baisong with his sword.
The green dragon flew around, and a blue wave appeared in front of Zhao Baisong.
He cursed and took another siphon in his hand. A broken tree flew into the air, carrying a strong wind, and smashed towards the three of them.
Fu Tianpeng raised his knife and lowered it, cutting the broken tree into two pieces.
He endured the pain and swept the blue wave sword towards Zhao Baisong's neck.
Zhao Baisong slashed with the knife, but he still raised his double hooks.
Pangu raised his head to the sky, and his double hooks instantly knocked the blue wave sword away.
Zhao Baisong struck while the iron was hot. When Fu Tianpeng's lower body was unstable, the tornado kicked him in the chest again.
Fu Tianpeng suffered internal injuries, and his movements became sluggish and slow. This heavy kick would make him crippled even if he didn't die.
Zhao Xueqing and Qingqing Shuanglong fought for the pearl, and after pulling Fu Tianpeng aside, their swords flew out, and a sword net tightly covered Zhao Baisong.
Zhao Xueqing asked Qingqing to speed up the activation of her true energy. She had just taken out the thunderbolt from her bag.
When Zhao Baisong circulated Qi throughout his body and used the Blood Shadow Demonic Skill to hit the fencing net, a thunderbolt meteor passed by and exploded in front of Zhao Baisong.
There was a crackling explosion, Zhao Baisong's face was covered in blood, and his white robe was in tatters.
He glared at Zhao Xueqing fiercely with his big copper eyes, and then squeezed out a trace of saliva from between his teeth.
Obviously, Zhao Xueqing used Pilizi to completely anger Zhao Baisong.
Zhao Baisong blows the wind with his arms, and the golden eagle spreads its wings. He takes meteoric strides, his palms complement each other, and his shots are like lightning.
As he stretched out his hand, the iron claws grabbed Zhao Xueqing's neck.
At the critical moment of life and death, Fu Tianpeng stepped forward again and used his grappling hand to strangle Zhao Baisong's wrist.
Zhao Baisong turned against the guest, and with a flash of lightning, he took action to grab Fu Tianpeng's wrist.
Fu Tianpeng retreated slightly, gathered his strength, and attacked Zhao Baisong with the Variety Divine Fist.
When Zhao Baisong saw Fu Tianpeng punching, he told Fu Tianpeng in a contemptuous tone that Wang Quanzhong's boxing skills were child's play to him.
Seeing Zhao Baisong slandering his master, Fu Tianpeng was filled with anger. He speeded up his punches, punching hard and powerful, breaking rocks with force.
Zhao Baisong's phantom followed him, stepping on empty flowers. He shook his head continuously, nimbly and cleverly avoiding Fu Tianpeng's attacks.
Turning around, he slashed Fu Tianpeng's forehead with his knife again.
Fu Tianpeng walked steadily and calmly.
When he saw Zhao Baisong's hand knife coming, he actually put his hands together, grabbed the white blade with his bare hands, and went straight to meet it.
This way of seeking death really made Zhao Xueqing and Qingqing sweat for him.
Zhao Baisong saw Fu Tianpeng constantly mobilizing his true energy to seal his hand knife.
He snorted coldly and slapped his face with his left hand.
Fu Tianpeng lowered his head and tilted his head, and Zhao Baisong repeated his old trick, using a golden bull to hit his chest.
Fu Tianpeng suddenly changed his position and gave way to this move.
Zhao Baisong failed to hit Fu Tianpeng with his palm, so he raised his foot and kicked Fu Tianpeng.
Fu Tianpeng's kite soared into the clouds, his body tumbling, and he took the opportunity to avoid the sharp leg sweep.
Fu Tianpeng no longer combined defense with attack, he also continued to swing his sword, with the momentum of leveling mountains and seas, and charging forward bravely.
Zhao Baisong only felt the shadows of knives in front of his eyes, and everything around him was misty.
After this battle, Fu Tianpeng's internal strength increased several times when life and death were at stake.
It seems that being in a desperate situation can indeed stimulate a person's potential.
However, even if Fu Tianpeng's internal strength has been greatly improved, he is still no match for Zhao Baisong, not to mention that he is seriously injured now.
Zhao Baisong's flowing moves, whether physical or internal, are all as effective as before.
He roared, pushed with both palms, and made a futile mess.
Another raging wave appeared in front of Fu Tianpeng's eyes.
He concentrated his energy and used the white jade magical skill of holding jade beads to return a palm.
The two palms faced each other, Zhao Baisong did not move an inch, and Fu Tianpeng disappeared in the mist like a piece of paper.
Seeing that Fu Tianpeng was nowhere to be seen, Zhao Baisong laughed arrogantly.
He told Zhao Xueqing and Qingqing that it was impossible for Fu Tianpeng to appear again. He was defeated by his own blood shadow magic skill, and his memory was wiped out.
After hearing this, Zhao Xueqing and Qingqing suppressed their grief, and with overwhelming hatred, they flew towards Zhao Baisong with their swords.
