Martial arts long journey

Chapter 24
Hiding in the snow pit, resisting the bone-chilling cold on his body and the horrified expression in his heart, Zhou Yan stared at the middle-aged man and the old man in sackcloth who were fighting fiercely opposite him without moving.

Under the snow falling like flying catkins, Zhou Yan's figure blended seamlessly with the snow, and he was never noticed by the middle-aged man and the old man in sackcloth.

At this moment, as the martial arts moves of the old man in sackcloth and the middle-aged man became more and more fierce, they couldn't separate their minds to fight and move as before.

Seeing such a scene, Zhou Yan's heavy heart eased a lot, as if a big stone was removed from his chest.

The snow pit where Zhou Yan is hiding now is only more than ten feet away from the place where the old man in sackcloth and the middle-aged man fought.

If the middle-aged man and the old man in sackcloth continued to move towards Zhou Yan's position, it might not take long before Zhou Yan would be involved in their battle.

With Zhou Yan's martial arts cultivation at the level of body forging, once he is involved in the battlefield of the two strong qi realms, he may be twisted into a ball of flesh and blood just by the relentless overflow of qi.

Zhou Yandang heaved a sigh of relief that his life would not be threatened for the time being.

But he didn't slack off at all, he still lay motionless in the snow pit, not daring to make any movement, for fear of attracting the attention of the old man in sackcloth and the middle-aged man who were fighting fiercely.

Although Zhou Yan's current situation is very dangerous, watching the life-and-death fight between the two strong qi realms really gave Zhou Yan a lot of benefits.

Not to mention anything else for now, but when the sackclothed old man and the middle-aged man were fighting fiercely, the rhythm of energy and blood emanating from the bodies of the two of them was what Zhou Yan wanted most urgently right now.

Zhou Yan, who was at the pinnacle of body forging, now most urgently desires how to break through to the state of quenching blood.

Although there is only a thin line between body forging and blood quenching, the gap is from the inside out.

If a martial arts monk doesn't know how to temper blood and gather qi and blood, then no matter how strong his body is, it will be of no use at all.

The realm of body forging is from the outside to the inside, and the realm of quenching blood is from the inside to the outside. Although the power of qi and blood is hidden in the body of the warrior, it is impossible to see it clearly from the outside.

But once the martial artist tried his best to explode his full strength, the rhythm of that energy and blood force could be clearly felt.

Now the battle between the middle-aged man and the old man in sackcloth has reached a fever pitch. When the two strike, they are running for each other's life. The rhythm of Qi and blood in their respective bodies has long been vividly displayed.

In Zhou Yan's eyes, every move and style of the old man in sackcloth and the middle-aged man, in addition to the frightening and frightening qi, also contained the rhythm of qi and blood that was as hot as a furnace.

If Zhou Yan is now in a safe environment, he can use his understanding of the rhythm of Qi and blood to try to break through the bottleneck of the blood quenching realm again, and there is a great possibility of breaking through successfully.

It's a pity that Zhou Yan can only lower his own breathing now, lying obediently in the snow pit, not daring to make any movement.

Otherwise, he might be discovered directly by the middle-aged man and the old man in sackcloth, and eventually die on the spot like those shattered trees.

Although Zhou Yan couldn't try to break through the realm of quenching blood for the time being, it didn't affect his understanding of the rhythm of Qi and blood displayed by the middle-aged man and the old man in sackcloth who were fighting fiercely.

I saw Zhou Yan lying in the snow pit, ignoring the bone-chilling cold, staring closely at the old man in sackcloth and the middle-aged man who were fighting fiercely, for fear of missing any insight.

At the same time, the battle between the old man in sackcloth and the middle-aged man became more and more intense.

The aftermath of the fight between the two of them caused all the trees within a radius of three feet of the two to collapse and shatter, and even the white snow on the ground was shaken and spread.

"Luo Hanshan, you really want to put me to death regardless of the fellowship?!"

But seeing the cold light bursting out of the palm of the old man in sackcloth, he swung away the slender long sword stabbed by the middle-aged man, and after forcing him back, he questioned out of breath.

"Fellow countryman? You Luo Jingtian practice the magic arts of the Demon Sect, and I am a disciple of a famous and decent sect. Since ancient times, righteousness and demons have been incompatible, so how can you and I come to fellowship!"

The middle-aged man Luo Hanshan took three steps back again and again. After removing the strength from his body, he stood up with his sword in his hand and said disdainfully.

"Aren't you just trying to plot the Jade Slip I got? It sounds better than singing!"

Hearing Luo Hanshan's voice, the old man in sackcloth Luo Jingtian said with disdain.

"So what if you are? So what if you are not? In short, you will definitely die today!"

With a cold snort in his mouth, the middle-aged man Luo Hanshan immediately stepped forward with his sword, and stabbed at Luo Jingtian again.

The slender long sword in his hand shone with a silver sword that was even more dazzling than before. Against the backdrop of the flying snow all over the sky, there was a gorgeous scene.

However, above this gorgeous rapier exudes a terrifying murderous intent.

Even Zhou Yan, who had been watching the battle in secret, couldn't help but feel faint discomfort coming from the depths of his eyes, as if being stabbed by the slender long sword shining with silver light.

"Who will die and who will live is still unknown!"

Murderous intent flashed in his eyes, the old man in sackcloth Luo Jingtian also raised his palms to the sky, and went directly to meet Luo Hanshan.

The gang energy on the blade of the middle-aged man Luo Hanshan is brilliant and terrifying, and the kung fu on the palm of the old man in sackcloth Luo Jingtian is not weak at all.

But seeing his palms protruding out like a dragon and snake strangled, the cold light of the stellar energy is flickering from his palm, flickering and glowing.

With the Gang Qi surging out from the palm of Luo Jingtian, an old man in sackcloth, Zhou Yan, who was ten feet away and hiding in the snow pit, couldn't help but feel a chill coming towards him.

Zhou Yan even saw that as soon as the snowflakes flying all over the sky touched the body of Luo Jingtian, the old man in sackcloth, they immediately turned into sparkling ice flowers, and then were completely crushed into powder.

At this moment, the fierce battle between the middle-aged man Luo Hanshan and the old man in sackcloth Luo Jingtian was countless times more fierce than before. Every move and every move of the two of them was aimed at the vital points of each other's body.

With just a few staggered kung fu, the two of them were covered with paint, and scarlet blood slowly dripped down from the sword marks and paw prints on their bodies.

The white snow on the ground was stained with a dazzling blood color, just like blossoming winter plums reflecting the snow.

(End of this chapter)