However, afterwards, Master Sikong was not willing to be outdone. He picked up the peach wood sword in his hand, and his body suddenly rose. It seemed that several internal forces were emitted in his body, and he said, "Baby, your kung fu is just like this."

In the air, dozens of ice swords that had retreated seemed to be injected with a powerful force and slowly moved forward.

And the fist force seemed to be unable to withstand this ten thousand pounds of force, and slowly retreated backwards.

Having said that, the hearts of the Sikong people were not feeling heavy.

He could clearly feel Ling Xiao's strength as he was doing his best, but the boxing power was still intact and not penetrated by the ice sword.

Ling Xiao seemed very relaxed, smiling, and holding on to the victory.

This will be a constant tug-of-war.

One centimeter, two centimeters, three centimeters...

The Ice Sword is moving forward with a degree that is difficult to distinguish with the naked eye.

"I'm really overestimating my abilities."

While speaking, Ling Xiao controlled his fist strength and began to fight back.

Although the fist power was empty, it seemed indestructible. After tenaciously resisting the powerful force of the ice sword, it suddenly injected with more majestic energy, and gradually stopped the decline of retreating.

Like two strong men of equal strength, they are pursuing their wrists, and sometimes you have the upper hand and sometimes he turns the situation around.

When the ferocious python just swallowed a giant prey, its defense ability is the worst. Maybe you can kill the behemoth with just one knife.

At this time, in the eyes of Ling Xiao's fat junior brother, Master Sikong was the giant python that had just swallowed his prey.

He decided to take this opportunity to get rid of the other party. After all, it seems that Ling Xiao is not sure to take down Master Sikong.

Taking advantage of the moment when the Sikong Master tried his best, he focused all his attention on Ling Xiao and suddenly attacked, and the winning rate was definitely greater.

Silently, a few beads appeared between the fat man's fingers.

He found that Master Sikong did not look at him directly, but stared at the ice sword and fist power floating in the air with concentration.

He seized the opportunity, gathered his strength between his fingers, and blinked his fingers.

"Shit..."

Four or five beads wrapped in the howling sound of the wind, and rushed straight to the people in the Sikong.

The power of wrapping between beads is extremely strong. If it hits a person's body, it will inevitably take his life.

The beads were so fast that they came to the other party in a blink of an eye.

The fat man uses the routine of attacking at the same time as the upper, middle and lower. The parts of the beads attacked are: face, abdomen, and knees. <>

Caught off guard, it is difficult for people not to be hit by Buddhist beads. Even if you can avoid one or two of them, you cannot avoid them all.

Unexpectedly, the Sikong master did not dodge in the face of the sudden sneak attack, but stretched out his left arm and waved his hand from top to bottom lightly. Then, the extremely sharp beads disappeared.

It was like a few drops of water falling into the vast ocean. The fat man couldn't help but change his face. An ominous and strong premonition swept overwhelmingly.

The man from Sikong suddenly let go of his left hand, and the beads appeared between his palms.

"I hate others to attack the most."

I saw him wave his hand and a few beads flashed by.

The fat man was obviously not an ordinary person, and he was ready to dodge, so he kept staring at the hands of the Sikong master. When the other party waved his hand, his figure moved quickly and avoided without any danger.

He couldn't help laughing, but in his sight, he saw the man from Sikong raise his left arm and another bead passes through the air like lightning.

Then, with a "pop" sound, he crawled into the fat man's forehead.

The other party didn't understand until he died. Master Sikong would divide the beads in his hand into two times and eject them out.

He fell into a trap and the price he paid was life.

He fell silently on his back, and the blood hole on his forehead was striking.

The duel between Sikong Master and Ling Xiao still did not end.

In the void, accompanied by a subtle sound that was almost inaudible, a piece of Void Palm was pierced by an ice sword.

It slowly disappeared like a light smoke, disappearing in the air.

Turning fists into palms, the true energy surged, and suddenly crushed the ice sword.

At the same time, the floating palm print phantoms began to counterattack again, and even caused the fist force to be slightly distorted and deformed due to the continuous gushing out of true energy.

The penetration power of the ice sword is already extremely strong, but at present, they have encountered the most difficult opponents.

After about thirty or forty seconds, the winner and the defeat gradually became clear.

In the face of huge resistance, the sword bodies of some ice swords began to change.

"Crack, crack." Some subtle patterns gradually appeared on the crystal clear sword body.

The cracks spread slowly.

It seems that the ice sword is becoming fragile.<>

Finally, two ice swords broke into dozens of ice cubes one after another, like a powerful crossbow and fell to the ground.

After successfully shattering the ice sword, the two fists were still wrapped in a powerful momentum, as fast as the wind, hitting the body of the man above Sikong.

Although it was a phantom, it contained strong internal force. The figure of the man in Sikong shook.

In front of him, there were continuous cracked ice on the ground falling to the ground.

Judging from the current situation, Ling Xiao's skills are above the Sikong people. I believe that as time goes by, the former will definitely end the latter's life.

"Puff!"

Accompanied by a clear sound, a piece of clothes on the back of Sikong's back obviously bulged back.

It seems that the force contained in the boxing force penetrates his body.

He staggered and let out a muffled groan. It seemed that he had suffered internal injuries. In the air, the ice swords were broken one after another, and the power of the fist completely destroyed them.

Seeing this, Ling Xiao took advantage of the victory to pursue him, and the shadows of the void fist continued to attack out of thin air. In a blink of an eye, the body of the man at Sikong was hit hard by ten fists again.

His back clothes were full of holes, like a hornet's nest. Even so, his body still stood firm, like an unshakable mountain. There was a faint smile on his face.

I don’t know that from the time on, another long sword was sacred on his chest, which was clear and cold.

"Okay, I want to see when you can hold on."

Facing the long sword, Ling Xiao was not anxious or panicked, and a giant palm print appeared in front of him out of thin air. The strong sense of oppression made the chest of the Sikong stagnate, and he felt like he could not breathe.

Almost at the same moment, the ice sword and the giant palm suddenly appeared. They collided with murderous aura again. The ice sword attempted to pierce the giant palm, and the giant palm was about to force the ice sword to retreat. The two fought fiercely in the air.

The giant palm seemed to be controlled by Ling Xiao's consciousness, and the five fingers began to slowly bend and gather together. Judging from the posture, I wanted to grab the ice sword.

(End of this chapter)
Chapter completed!