Feeling the biting and cold energy, Ye Chen felt a crisis in his heart for the first time. He held the sword with one hand instead of holding it with both hands, and laid a fine sword curtain in front of him.
puff!
Like ice meeting boiling water, the sword curtain melted and disintegrated under Zhang Haoran's palm. Seeing that the opponent's palm was about to press on his chest, Ye Chen roared angrily and made a fist with his left hand to attack.
"Vajra is immeasurable!"
This move is the strongest punch in the Vajra Fist. Ye Chen has already mastered it to the point of combining hardness and softness. Now, combined with his violent emotions, it immediately reached an unbelievable level.
Before the two fists touched each other, there was already a slight crackling sound. Zhang Haoran was shocked. He had never seen such a violent Vajra Fist. It was simply not inferior to human-level high-level martial arts. But so what,
In terms of the total amount and quality of internal energy, he has an overwhelming advantage.
"roll!"
Breathing out cold energy, Zhang Haoran's strength increased again, and he pressed his palm on Ye Chen's fist like lightning.
Bang!
The frost burst into pieces, and Ye Chen was immediately knocked back, with blood leaking from the corner of his mouth. His left arm was so cold that he could no longer exert any force.
"Next time, remember to have eyes. Not everyone can be offended." Zhang Haoran paused slightly, and struck Ye Chen with his palm again.
At this moment, Ye Chen couldn't care about anything else. With a flick of his right wrist, the fine steel sword turned into a bright cold light and pierced straight out. It was sharp and elegant. The distance was obviously very close, but it gave people the illusion that it was still far away. Even Zhang Haoran was stunned for a moment.
He was also a little dazed, and his left hand behind his back hurriedly reached out, trying to catch the sword edge.
When Wu Zongming saw this situation, he knew that even if Ye Chen hurt Zhang Haoran, he would be crippled, and he would be crippled in front of him. How could he bear this?
"Fire is merciless!"
With sparks flying, Wu Zongming rushed out and punched Zhang Haoran from the side.
Facing the double-teaming of the two men, Zhang Haoran could no longer remain calm. He retracted his hands in an instant, swung his sleeves, and his figure seemed to shrink to an inch, and in the blink of an eye he was out of the circle of the two men.
Human-level high-level martial arts—Cunyoubu!
Wu Zongming didn't expect to be able to hit Zhang Haoran, but the opponent's strength made him more and more afraid. He had practiced Lingyun Kung Fu to the fifth level, mastered the Liuyun Three Layers, and mastered the Cold Dip Palm. Now he has another footwork martial art called "Cunyou".
Bu', I really don't know what other powerful martial arts skills he has hidden.
"Brother, what's your name?" Wu Zongming took a deep breath, turned his head and asked Ye Chen.
Ye Chen was activating his inner energy to drive away the cold air on his left arm. Hearing this, he said, "Ye Chen."
"You should know my name, so I won't say more. But your boxing and swordsmanship are very good! You almost missed me." He also noticed Ye Chen's punch just now, although he suffered it after fighting with Zhang Haoran.
Although he was injured, there were only a few outer disciples who could withstand Zhang Haoran's palm, not to mention that Ye Chen was only at the sixth level of Qi Training Realm.
"It's funny." Ye Chen's tone was calm, but he was a little anxious in his heart. The cold air in Hanzhen Palm was like maggots in the tarsal bones, and he couldn't get rid of it. At this time, Ye Chen felt a little regretful. If he had cultivated an intermediate human level
The technique will be good. Even if the quality of the inner energy is not as good as Zhang Haoran, it will not be much worse. It will definitely be able to get rid of the cold air.
Of course, this cannot be blamed on Ye Chen. The value of the human-level intermediate skills is equivalent to the high-level human martial arts. As an outer disciple, he cannot obtain it, and some of the more rubbish human-level intermediate skills and martial arts are
Yes, there is, but it's just that you don't have to practice the exercises just when you want to. It consumes a lot of energy and time. If you change the exercises in the future, it will take a certain amount of time to refine the original inner energy, which is extremely unwise, so Ye Chen originally planned to rely on breaking through.
Mu Renxiang acquired a good skill, who knew he would encounter such a situation.
"Wu Zongming, you are looking for death." Forced back by the two men, Zhang Haoran's face turned red, then white, and finally turned purple and green, looking eerie and horrified.
Wu Zongming said coldly: "You are not qualified to say this."
"Very good, neither of you two can leave today, the world of ice and snow!" The tenth level of inner energy swelled up, and the blue light on Zhang Haoran's body flashed away. This was a sign that the Lingyun Gong was pushed to the limit, which showed that he had already moved to the real level.
Angry, he took action desperately.
I saw Zhang Haoran drawing half a circle with each hand, and the shrill cold wind gathered into a ball, whirled endlessly, and pushed towards the two of them.
call……
The cold wind howled and swept out like a tornado. The ground was covered with layers of frost and spread rapidly.
Wu Zongming was taken aback. From the power of this palm, it is not difficult to see that Zhang Haoran was one step away from condensing the false to the real and converting the inner energy into the true energy. Otherwise, he would not be able to use the cold dipping palm to this extent.
The situation was almost like a real snowstorm.
"Fire sets a prairie fire!"
Wu Zongming had not used all his strength for a long time, and now he even unleashed his potential abilities. Suddenly, a wave of heat surged through his face, and his face gradually turned red. Finally, it became as hot as fire jade.
Soaring up.
And his two fists were even hotter, almost melting, and they blasted out with terrifying momentum, facing the shrill cold wind.
The earth was trembling, the walls were shaken by the force, and pieces of gravel fell down.
Boom!
Zhang Haoran and Wu Zongming each stepped back, but Zhang Haoran only took three steps back, while Wu Zongming took four steps back.
At this moment, an astonishing sword light suddenly appeared, stabbing directly into Zhang Haoran's left rib, as fast as a thunderstorm, and silently.
"court death."
Before Zhang Haoran could take a breath, he saw Ye Chen strike out with a sword. In a rage, regardless of the body's endurance limit, he forced his inner energy and punched out in the air.
The fine steel sword bent like a bow under the strong force and could not move forward, which gave Ye Chen a deeper understanding of Zhang Haoran's strength.
"Zhang Haoran, take my punch."
Wu Zongming seemed to have forgotten the fact that he was being bullied by others. His feet shook and he rushed towards Zhang Haoran.
Without the support of sufficient internal energy, Zhang Haoran could not move even an inch. He secretly hated Wu Zongming and punched and palmed him, blood leaking from the corner of his mouth.
"You forced me to do this."
Taking advantage of the impact of the opponent's fist, Zhang Haoran took ten steps back in an exaggerated manner, stretched out his hand to wipe the blood from the corner of his mouth and said solemnly.
Wu Zongming heard this and thought to himself: Does this guy still have some martial arts skills that he hasn't used yet?
Ye Chen also frowned. He had to admit that Zhang Haoran was the only genius he admired so far. He had already mastered several martial arts skills.
Looking at the two people with stern eyes, Zhang Haoran clenched his fists with both hands. A strong blue light burst out from the edge of his fist, and finally turned into a brilliant blue air flow.
Along with the surge of blue air, a slight roar of a tiger came out of thin air, and the sound was terrifying.
"Tiger Roars Dragon Fist!"
Seeing this scene, Wu Zongming's expression suddenly changed drastically and he blurted out.
"The top-level human-level martial skill, Tiger Roaring Dragon Fist, is terrible now. How come this Zhang Haoran has so many martial arts." Ye Chen has heard people talk about this martial skill. It is said that among the top-level human-level martial arts of the Liuyun Sect,
There are only a few martial arts skills such as the Tiger Roaring Dragon Fist and the Demon-Subduing Divine Fist. Logically speaking, only inner disciples can practice top-level human-level martial arts, but Zhang Haoran obviously broke this law.