I'm really not immortal

Chapter 63 The Descendant of Zi Yihou
Bang bang.

Zhao Qingchan continued to avoid the fierce and powerful fists, and several holes were hammered into the wall behind him, and gravel and sawdust were scattered everywhere.

Boxer persisted and continued to attack.

Because this set of boxing is a rare pure offensive boxing in Shaolin Temple.

The key point is that the power of the fist is unparalleled, the speed of the fist is as fast as a gust of wind, and the momentum of the fist is continuous.

It is necessary to use a punch that is faster than a punch, and a punch that is stronger than a punch, to directly hammer the enemy until he cannot stand up.

Its elements are fast and fast.

Because only defeating the enemy in a short time can reduce the internal energy that is consumed more and more.

Faced with such a powerful boxing technique, Zhao Qingchan should restrain it with palm and sword techniques.

Because although Eagle Claw Kung Fu is a top martial art, it can be used to grab arms and palms.

But if you use it to grab a fist, your fingers will be broken.

It's just that the bald donkey in front of him is unreasonable. As a first-rank master, he rushed forward before he drew his sword.

Now I can only use the feminine power of the superior "Wudang Cotton Palm" to continuously defuse its offensive and drag the words.

Bang bang bang.

clap clap.

Fists and palms clashed, making eardrum pain.

The Shaolin boxer's offensive still did not stop, Zhao Qingchan was even hit in the chest several times during the non-stop pressing and beating process.

Every time it was hit directly into the air, but under the blessing of lightness kung fu, it landed safely.

But Zhao Qingchan, under the effect of the golden quality inner armor and body protection, was able to escape from the battle circle at a relatively low cost with no injuries or minor injuries.

It also cut off the boxer's offensive, allowing him to regather his punches.

As such.

It seemed to Zhao Qingchan that he was being pressed every step of the way, and he was always at a disadvantage.

But those ten warriors couldn't understand.

But the three people upstairs all understood that he was practicing kung fu horizontally, adding a peerless light kung fu, and he was never seriously injured at all.

If this Shaolin boxer who knows "Great Vajra Fist" still can't seize the opportunity and make a fatal blow, then he, a first-rank master, will also be completely defeated.

So, slowly over time.

Under the continuous attack of Shaolin boxers, the movement of true energy became slower and slower.

The two circled around the not-so-big yard, tossing and turning, and the surrounding stone tables, stone piers, solid wooden pillars, and walls were all punched and full of holes.

Swish.

Bang.

Gravel brushed past.

Zhao Qingchan dodged to the side dangerously and dangerously, watching his weak boxing.

In an instant, he used the Eagle Claw Kung Fu, clasping his wrists with his fingers.

But he hasn't waited for his strength yet.

Hey!
The Shaolin boxer shouted angrily, the muscles of his two arms swelled up, dazzling like copper and iron, he resolutely broke free from the five clasped fingers, and his fists hit his face like two battering rams.

"Tao, Lao Yinbi, so he can also excel in the inner strength "Arhat Kungfu"?" Zhao Qingchan's complexion changed slightly.

His claw skills also instantly turned into Wudang cotton palms, dragging his arms abruptly to the left and right, wiping his head and blasting back.

moment.

Didn't wait for his arms to kick back.

Zhao Qingchan hit Tiyun and used it, and it rose from the ground.

His figure still bent his knees in mid-air, and the Shaolin boxer rolled over on the ground with his chin up.

But the moment he fell to the ground, his right leg slammed heavily on Zhao Qingchan's legs like a long whip, and the two fell into the courtyard almost at the same time.

next second.

Both of them got up at the same time, but Zhao Qingchan was even faster. Even though her legs were injured, she still came to him and slammed her elbow into his chest.

Click click.

Several ribs were broken, and Boxer's body exploded back, hitting spider web-like cracks on the wall.

What's more terrible is that Zhao Qingchan's right hand also clasped his celestial spirit cover, and pressed down violently, causing him to kneel on the ground immediately, with five bloodstains flowing down his head to the ground.

Tick.

Tick.

"stop."

"You two, please keep ordering." Someone from upstairs shouted.

Zhao Qingchan stopped, but her legs were in severe pain.

But he saw an inexplicable hatred and smile in the eyes of this Shaolin lay disciple.

The boxer saw that he didn't understand, so he sneered and said: "What are you looking at, I just see that you are not happy with a genius like you, and don't want you to pass the test."

"You're looking for death." Lu Chengfeng glared at King Kong, and was about to go up with his gun.

Zhao Qingchan raised her eyebrows to calm him down.

Boxer said indifferently: "That kid who plays with guns, if you want to avenge your master, then chase him out."

"Young master." Lu Chengfeng cupped his fists and wanted to chase after him.

"Be careful." Zhao Qingchan didn't stop her.

The next rank beats the next rank, the boxer is seriously injured, if he still can't fight, Lu Chengfeng will die as soon as he dies.

Afterwards, he took the 'Chang Ming' and walked towards the last swordsman.

He knew this person, the future master swordsman.

Zhao Qingchan smiled slightly, and wanted to PY.

But the most annoying thing about Zishan Swordsman is that someone who is more handsome than him immediately takes a step forward and hands him a sword.

Swish.

The cold light is dazzling.

The sword light appeared faintly.

This is a phenomenon in which true energy is about to leave the sword and form sword energy, and it is an ability only possessed by first-rank masters.

Zhao Qingchan retreated sharply, but the white ink-splashed shirt on his chest was still torn open by the sword light, and there were several small wounds on the black armor.

The purple-clothed swordsman pressed on step by step, and when the sword light swept away, ripples appeared one after another, making Brother Cicada hard to defend against.

Upstairs, the eyes of a handsome uncle drinking wine lit up: "It's such a fast sword, the sword light has come out, and the sword's intent is awe-inspiring. That Zishan swordsman is young, and he has the demeanor of a young master of swordsmanship."

"It's okay, then Zhao Qingchan has fought two battles in a row, and his internal strength is insufficient. In addition, the boxer hit his leg with a whip, and now his leg is seriously injured. Even with the peerless light kung fu, it is difficult to use it. Strong." The middle-aged man with the sword raised his eyebrows.

Lu Xiaofeng drank a glass of wine and smiled playfully: "The purple-clothed swordsman is not a sword tester, he is the disciple of a long-lost friend of mine, or in other words, I recruited him for him, so Zhao Qingchan faces him, win or lose Either way."

"Hey, this person is good at a lot of swordsmanship. In just a few breaths, I saw three kinds of superior swordsmanship, two top-notch swordsmanship, and seven middle-class swordsmanship."

"Huh, you are Zi Yihou's apprentice?" The middle-aged man with a sword stood up and looked at Lu Xiaofeng with sword-like eyes.

"Yes, but when I went to the grave this year, the grass on his grave was more than three meters high, why are you excited?" Lu Xiaofeng told him to sit down.

The middle-aged man with the sword raised his eyebrows, saying yes.

So he chuckled: "Unexpectedly, everyone said that besides lightness kung fu, you, Lu Xiaofeng, only know one finger. I didn't expect that you have practiced a lot of swordsmanship, and you can recruit disciples for others."

Lu Xiaofeng shrugged helplessly: "If you don't practice the sword, how can you hold the sword with your fingers?"

"If you don't practice the knife, how can you hold the main knife?"

"That means you are proficient in all eighteen martial arts?"

"Did you see me holding a sledgehammer?" Lu Xiaofeng twitched.

"The ghost knows what you caught when you were dressed as a woman..."

"Who are you with?" Lu Xiaofeng was angry.

The middle-aged man with the sword responded very seriously: "I'm with you two."

"Oh." Lu Xiaofeng shrugged: "I just asked, what kind of sword do you draw?"

At this moment.

It was another sword that was as fast as lightning.

Zhao Qingchan also screamed swords and rushed forward brazenly.

And when the sharp-eyed two sword blades meet together.

moment.

Zhao Qingchan let go of the long sword in his hand, stabbing straight away like the skill of controlling a sword.

All three of them frowned, Grandmaster and Great Grandmaster are fine.

But if a mere second-rank swordsman plays Lishoujian without enough qi to control the sword, he must be the real Lishoujian, and he can't take it back. This is courting death.

But who would have thought that the purple-clothed swordsman had just knocked the Lishoujian away.

Zhao Qingchan's speed increased suddenly, and she immediately came in front of him. Facing the nervous little face of the purple-clothed swordsman, she directly punched him with eight punches, and it was like riding on him.

Crackling, the sword was knocked out of his hand, and his face was swollen from the blow.

And while he was beating me, he was still muttering: "Are you convinced? Are you not convinced? Are you not convinced? Letting you cut off my clothes, you are so ugly that you dare to strike ahead of time?"

The purple-clothed swordsman couldn't open his mouth, and his hands were not good enough, so he could only hug his head and cry.

for a while.

Everyone was expressionless.

What a shameless trick.

But this is a martial arts competition, not a sword competition.

Zhao Qingchan usually doesn't move out with a sword, it's not that he has the strongest swordsmanship, it's just that he pretends to be the most handsome with a sword.

Others practice kendo.

He practiced martial arts!
Kendo, boxing, knife way, etc., no matter what kind of weapon or routine is practiced to the extreme, you can reach the pinnacle and become one of the best masters in the world.

But only when martial arts reaches the top can one be invincible in the world!

He has absolute confidence to gather everyone's strengths, get the essence and discard the dross.

Then create your own martial arts in the future.

……

Brother Cicada's small theater ps: With a crisp sound of "pop", Brother Cicada was kicked on the ass by the girl and his mother, and flew far away. He rubbed his buttocks, picked up the wooden sword and decided to go to the rivers and lakes.

(End of this chapter)