Qingtong, who was swaying with her sleeves on the ground, felt like she was instantly broken by a punch, and her body suddenly split into two.

Qingtong no longer had the posture of extremely long sleeves and a fairy-like ethereal spirit. She appeared on the spot with a yang spirit body. She was an old man with a burly figure, his arms were twisted and his beards were as bright as snow, and he stood barefoot.

The old man showed a slightly surprised expression, his feet were on the smooth earth as smooth as a mirror, and he retreated ten feet straight before stopping his body and shaking his wrists.

Just this ordinary subtle movement is like a dragon shaking its scales, its fist is like a surging river, and it shows a golden atmosphere visible to the naked eye. The fist is as thick as water, shining brightly, setting off the old martial artist who claims to be half a god, like an immortal god standing in the incense mist.

Qing Tong, who tempered the toughness of his body to the extreme, seemed quite surprised at the moment. A pure martial artist who was only a strong level of stamina, especially a ten-level martial artist who fell from Guizhen, had such great strength?

Qing Tong looked at the distance, and the night-walking sword was still hovering in place.

It is obvious that it is a very pure questioning boxing.

That's right.

Could it be that no sword cultivator in Yupu realm wants to ask a cultivator in the Ascension realm for swords?

What is it not to humiliate yourself?

He stood in a bright red robe at the position where Qingtong had stood before, his sleeves floating, roaring like the wind slamming his sleeves.

Compared to Qingtong's fist intention flowing and aggressive, Chen Ping'an's fist intention seems extremely restrained.

Qingtong didn't have to hurry to do it. He didn't have to find him by himself anyway. This guy who is neither human nor ghost would come to him by himself.

To be honest, the difference in realm between the two sides is there, Qingtong can stand still and get dozens of punches. At that time, you only need to give a punch and it will be done.

Since the young warrior in front of me has no face, he naturally has no eyes or expression.

Qingtong saw the other party bow slightly.

Here comes.

Qingtong narrowed her eyes and slightly accelerated the speed of a mouthful of pure true energy in her body. In the mountains and rivers of the small world of human body, waves of strange phenomena appeared, thunder and lightning in the sky intertwined, and the earth and rivers trembled.

This is because Qingtong failed to truly become a god, but she had a prototype, and to be precise, it was just an empty shell.

Once the martial artist truly reaches the legendary end point, his body is a temple of pantheons, and the martial artist's pure true energy is the incense god that connects the heaven and earth and leads to the temple.

I am God.

Qingtong relied on the accumulated water grinding skills and added bit by bit to pieces. After so long, she still did not lay the foundation. Instead, she could only use a shortcut to create an attic in the sky.

The opponent's close-range route is an arc trajectory, with a speed of lightning, and a speed that is simply a white horse passing by, and the afterimage dragged out is like a fire dragon.

Qing Tong was still standing there, just leaning slightly, not dodging or avoiding, stretching out a palm and pressing against the other party's punch.

As the fists and palms collided, the loud sound of the bells sounded between heaven and earth. The vast Taixu realm behind Qingtong suddenly appeared a sudden ripples of fist, as big as a lake.

Qingtong held the other party's fist, lifted it up suddenly, and kicked it out.

But Qingtong had to change his mind. The hand that always bears the back, flew around in front of him, raised his hand, and covered his face.

Then he was kicked in the palm of his hand and smashed heavily on the face. Qing Tong's body instantly retreated again.

Qingtong wiped her cheeks with the back of her hand, and there were slight sounds of silk tearing in the snow-white robe on her body.

Standing in Qingtong's original position again, one of his arms drooped straight and deflected, and it turned out to be a sensational twisting style. The shoulders moved slightly, and the joints made a series of movements. The whole arm rotated rapidly and returned to its original state in an instant.

The old man, who was covered in snow-white, pulled the corners of his mouth and hooked his fingers.

Come again.

The figures of both sides suddenly appeared and disappeared suddenly. The two fists were smashed together, and countless afterimages were left, one bright red and the other snow-white, with a stream of light, as if a hundred flowers were lingering.

Qing Tong deliberately never really fought back, just parried.

I just took this opportunity to think carefully about how much a young hidden official who is almost touted to heaven now has.

Qingtong looked calm and leaned back, avoiding a sweeping whip leg, leaning back slightly, but suddenly raised her arm, and her palm was like a knife, slashing away.

The other party's figure flashed and disappeared. Qingtong put away his palm, moved it horizontally, stretched out more than a hundred feet away in an instant, leaned his shoulders and knocked the bright red robe out fiercely.

Chen Ping'an fell to the ground in the distance.

Qingtong sneered.

After all, it's just a flesh and blood body.

Although he was not at all depressed and was far from the end of his strength, if Chen Ping'an had only this speed and punches and strength, it would be really hard to bear the reputation.

Of course, this kid must have some killer moves that he has not yet used for the time being.

Qing Tong asked with a smile: "Do you want me to feed the fist at the edge of the situation?"

Or is this guy still full and is testing his martial arts skills, physical strength and boxing skills?

Chen Ping'an still didn't say anything.

Qing Tong thought about it and began to take the initiative to move for the first time. A strait that was as fast as thunder, left the place for more than ten miles in an instant.

Unexpectedly, a bright red dress followed in front of him. Qingtong was startled, smiled slightly, his ankle twisted, and appeared ten miles away in an instant. Unexpectedly, the other party was still following him like a shadow. Qingtong rose from the ground, a white rainbow quickly took off, and his body was about 30%. As a result, Chen Ping'an still followed, handed out a punch and hit Qingtong's eyebrows. He replaced it with a Yupu realm Qi training man or a stamina martial artist. It was probably that the seemingly understatement of the punch would make his head bloom and turned into a headless corpse on the spot.

Qingtong just turned his head slightly, slapped him and pressed his forehead with a sudden force. With a bang, a bright red robe fell toward the ground, and a huge depression broke out on the mirror.

However, when the other party was knocked down, he was not completely useless. Qingtong was a little annoyed and put his fingers together, pressing the side of his cheeks, wiping away the blood.

Actually, it's not considered an injury, it's just a bit embarrassing.

Qingtong exclaimed, something strange.

The other party clearly showed no sign of forceful vent of pure true energy, but he could turn back in a faster way and give him the next punch.

Qing Tong tried to see the boxing principle of this punch clearly, squinted his eyes, and for the first time he showed a solemn expression. He began to carefully check the subtle flow of the boxing energy. For example, the muscles and bones of Chen Ping'an's arm trembled, the qi and blood flowing, the expansion of meridians, the ups and downs of these "mountain ranges", and the direction of the mountains and rivers flowing, fell in the eyes of the great martial arts masters, which is the road of boxing intention, and the path of boxing intention. Compared with the so-called flower-frame boxing moves, this boxing method and boxing technique hidden deep in the human body is the true foundation of a pure martial artist.

After five or six punches, Qing Tong still couldn't see the way of the punch clearly, but he vaguely felt that Chen Ping'an's punch had a profound meaning and was indescribable.

Completed in one go.

Because this punch is by no means simply "repeat" the punch with the same move.

Just like the character tracing is like, the root of it is two characters, and there are always some subtle differences.

And a slight difference is a thousand miles apart.

What's even more strange is that Chen Ping'an's punching angle and body posture are obviously different.

However, the flow rate of that pure true qi is like a river rushing to the sea, the depth and width of the riverbed are the same. It is consistent with the change of change, and the opposite way is done, and it changes with ever-changing changes and always remains the same.

Just like this punch, the estuary where the destination is located is the same.

Even Chen Ping'an, who delivered this punch, had the same mental energy as Chen Ping'an, who had the previous punch, without any deviation.

This made Qingtong feel surprised and shocked, and there was another big surprise.

Can boxing be practiced like this? Can boxing be handed like this?

After only a dozen punches, Qingtong realized something was wrong. Why did he feel that this punch has no end?

Can Chen Ping'an keep punching?

Not only did the opponent's fist intentions be superimposed, but his body in a bright red robe was getting faster and faster. He was no longer inferior to the shrinking mountains and rivers of an immortal.

With his fists not failing, more than a dozen winter thunders sounded from Qingtong's body.

After the 20th punch, Qingtong had to grit his teeth and retreat in one step. The first time he opened a serious ancient boxing stance, but it was very different from the current stance. His fingers were tied together like a sword technique, and the other hand, five fingers pinched the Five Thunder stance. Together with this punch, Qingtong's face and seven orifices actually lit up each of them, like the light of the seven stars in the Big Dipper, and when he was shrewd, it was like a thunder in the wild, and the fist came out in an instant.

Swap a punch with Chen Ping'an.

However, he still couldn't interrupt the opponent's continuous fist intention. Qingtong suffered five punches one after another, but Qingtong was not idle either. He hesitated a little and just returned Chen Ping'an's two punches.

He really doesn't believe in evil. You, Chen Ping'an, a martial artist with a strong energy, have a strong physical strength. If you get a total of six punches after being hit by Chen Ping'an's punch, you will damage the martial artist's body. You are really not afraid that you will not fall, and you will fall again? From Guizhen, you will still be in the tenth level, but if you fall from the end to the top of the mountain?

All the blood oozing from Qingtong's seven orifices, with a ferocious face, but in fact the injury was not serious. However, the small world in the body was very moving. A black dragon born from the afterglow of pure true qi was scattered on the top of a mountain range, with clouds steaming like rain, and another key acupoint, purple sky rose, among which a large white snake transformed into a divine dragon, a "flat square" on the top of a huge head, a golden thunder seal carved on the white jade square, appeared faintly.

This is the great benefit of both Qi training and martial arts. As long as you step through the golden body, two thresholds, natural barriers, and many means, you can melt and cast a furnace, complement each other, and it is difficult to distinguish the difference between magic and boxing.

The eyes of the tall old man once again had a strange phenomenon, one golden and one silver-white, shining brightly, but this strange phenomenon was fleeting.

At the same time, a ripples appeared between Qingtong and Chen Ping'an, like a mirror, blocking Chen Ping'an.

He wore a bright red robe in the mirror, and his punches were exactly the same as Chen Ping'an outside the mirror.

The person in the mirror is like asking Chen Ping'an for fist.

Chen Ping'an had almost no need to think about it, just closed his eyes, the mirror disappeared instantly, and the next moment he smashed the mirror to pieces.

But the strange thing is that the "self" behind the mirror. That punch was not an illusion, but a real punch continued to be handed out, but the route was still the same, slightly rigid.

Chen Ping'an did not hesitate at all, and accelerated the movement of the pure true energy again. His fist intent suddenly increased a little, and his body suddenly accelerated. For the first time, he used his left hand and used his hand knife to wipe the head off the "self" with his head.

Qing Tong, who had withdrawn from the battlefield very far away, couldn't help but curse in his heart, "I'm so young, I'm so heartless."

It’s right to think about it. After all, it’s a sword cultivator who grew up step by step in the battlefield among the corpses of the Great Wall of Sword Qi.

Chen Ping'an suddenly stopped, hovered in the air, with a hunched body, and his cold eyes wandered, and continued to maintain the spirit of the god-like drum-beating style of the god-like fist. At the same time, he looked around and saw that Qingtong retreated, he also set up a pair of mirrors. In the mirror, the dozens of themselves wearing bright red robes were still in the previous posture, rushing towards Chen Ping'an in the central area from all directions. The man was fake, but the fist was real.

I just don’t know how long these “self” can last.

Chen Ping'an said silently in his heart, and his bright red body was like a sudden flower blooming.

He actually chose a method that seemed to be the worst in Qingtong's opinion, as if he was an enemy of himself, and he also used fists to fists.

More than a dozen mirror images collapsed and sputtered almost at the same time, and the frantic fists scattered around the world. In the end, it seemed like a bright red rain fell in the sky.
To be continued...