"Bang!"

    The two fists collided fiercely, and a fierce brute force rushed in. Yang Xuan''s right hand was cracked and blood splashed, and the whole person retreated straight back.

    "Take another punch!"

    Tiefeng drank a lot. He chased after Yang Xuan while he was winning. With one blow, his muscles and bones roared together. His strength just reached the extreme.

    "Poof!"

    Yang Xuan couldn''t avoid it. He was punched in the chest and spewed blood out of his mouth. The man was blown out and knocked to the ground.

    "Brother Yang..."

    Fang Qing''s snow was pale, completely frightened, anxiously squeezed away the crowd and was about to rush over.

    "Don''t come here. I''ll be fine“

    At this time, Yang Xuan turned over and shouted.

    Although he was seriously injured and his clothes were stained with blood, his eyes were brighter than the stars in the night sky, and his whole body exuded a strong sense of war.

    "It''s incredible that you can stand up after such a heavy injury!"

    "Yes, it''s terrible. It''s an immortal Xiaoqiang!"

    "Madman, this guy is a real madman. We''d better stay away from him in the future."

    People''s heads meet their ears and are shocked.

    "Natural brute force, really powerful, but you still need to show stronger strength to defeat me." Yang Xuan nodded with a wild smile in his mouth, staring at Tiefeng all the time.

    "You still have to fight!"

    Tiefeng''s eyebrows beat slightly. Unexpectedly, Yang Xuan was so tenacious that he had to fight.

    "Ha ha, of course we have to fight." Yang Xuan was full of war spirit and laughed wildly. He was a Shura demon king in his previous life and would not be afraid of war.

    "In that case, I will accompany you to the end."

    Tiefeng stopped talking nonsense, rose from the ground and came over Yang Xuan''s head. With a fist and boundless power, he smashed down like Mount Tai.

    Yang Xuan had already prepared. He took the snake step and drifted away dangerously.

    "Come again!"

    Without a punch, Tiefeng took big steps and continued to pursue, with great momentum.

    Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!

    Yang Xuan stepped on the snake step, dodged and counterattacked constantly, and used his fighting skills, eagle claw hand. When he waved his hands, the claw wind hunting was extremely harsh. Under the light of the night lamp, he left countless claw shadows and fiercely attacked the key of the iron peak.

    "Roar!"

    Iron peak went crazy and drank like a beast in his mouth.

    Boom! Boom! Boom!

    He walked like a tiger and clapped his palms continuously. He cleaved into the air like a big axe and made a deafening explosion!

    What he used was the mountain opening palm with the same power as the eagle claw hand. His hands were like two huge mountain opening axes, splitting and cutting, cutting left and right. He used the mountain opening palm again in a few breaths.

    Yang Xuan also used the move of eagle claw hand again, but neither he nor Tiefeng meant to stop.

    Bang, bang, bang, Bang

    They fought hand to hand and attacked frantically. There was a shadow of claws and palms in front of them. A terrible force stirred up. The resolute bluestone floor was cracking, and a series of spider web cracks stretched in all directions, and the rubble collapsed.

    "Shit, these two guys are crazy!"

    "Yes, this is not a martial arts contest at all, but a desperate struggle. If you are careless, blood will splash on the spot."

    The crowd retreated one after another, deeply afraid of being affected. They had seen that Yang Xuan and Tiefeng were really angry.

    Bang, bang, Bang

    One muffled sound after another came. With each sound, Yang Xuan and Tiefeng were black and blue and blood spilled. However, they ignored it. They became braver and braver. The attack became more and more fierce, and their moves pointed to the key.

    For a long time, after fighting dozens of moves in a row, Tiefeng was panting, and his strength and speed dropped sharply. He could no longer face Yang Xuan, because he couldn''t take any advantage at all. Every time, Yang Xuan was like a rock, fixed in place and didn''t move. Instead, he retreated after being beaten.

    He can only rush left and right and try his best to deal a fatal blow to Yang Xuan.

    But Yang Xuan is like an indefatigable machine. After fighting for so long, his strength has not weakened by half a point. His attack is extremely sharp and his defense is tight. He can''t find the time to kill.

    "Will I be defeated? In the hands of this boy who only has three levels of quenching body environment?"

    Iron Feng can''t stand it when he thinks about this. He has practiced in qixuanmen for many years. Although he has also been defeated, the people who defeated him are the same level as him.

    Suddenly, a very dangerous feeling came. He had no time to think more and retreated quickly.

    But it''s still late. One fist has burst the air and rolled over.

    This fist is very strange. It looks like an ordinary fist, but it implies triple strength. One fist is better than the other.

    Boom! Boom! Boom!

    Three bursts, like a thunderbolt, the fist was directly printed on Tiefeng''s body.

    "Poof!"

    His mouth was bleeding wildly. Even his eyes and ears overflowed with red blood. His body couldn''t stop regressing. In the end, he couldn''t hold on. He sat down on the ground and couldn''t get up again.

    "It''s incredible that Tiefeng lost!"

    "What a pervert!"

    "Yes, it''s not human to be able to beat Tiefeng, who has entered the quench body territory for the first time."

    The crowd was full of words and looked at Yang Xuan in shock. Although Yang Xuan was bleeding and shaking like a gust of wind, no one dared to provoke him.

    "I, I lost."

    With a sigh, Tiefeng''s face was full of depression.

    He was badly hurt and broke a lot of bones all over. He can''t recover until he lies in bed for ten days and a half months.

    "Victory or defeat is a routine for soldiers. Victory is not arrogant and defeat is not discouraged. Go back to heal your wounds and continue to practice hard."

    Yang Xuan said, and finally added, "also, I will do it before your brother humiliates me."

    "I know."

    Tiefeng nodded. He knew what virtue his brother Tieniu was.

    After being silent for a while, he couldn''t help asking, "Yang Xuan, what war skill did you just show?"

    This is also the curiosity of the crowd. They all found that Yang Xuan''s last punch to defeat Tiefeng was not simple.

    "Nine pole collapse." Yang Xuan didn''t hide anything, and his face was calm.

    "Jiuji avalanche, jiuzhong power, so you were merciful just now."

    Tiefeng''s face was full of bitter smile. Yang Xuangang only used triple strength. If he used nine strength, he would be a cold body now.

    "I have no mercy. Jiuji collapse needs a strong body to support it. With my current cultivation, I can only use triple strength."

    "I see. I don''t know who created the nine pole avalanche?"

    "I created it myself."

    Yang Xuan''s face was not red and his heart did not jump. Although the snake step and Jiuji collapse were created by the Shura demon king, the Shura demon king was his previous life.

    In other words, the creation of Shura devil is equivalent to his creation. There is no difference between the two.

    "How could it be? Are you sure you''re not kidding? You really created it yourself!" someone shouted. He didn''t believe that Yang Xuan could create his own war skills.

    "Why, can''t I create my own war skills?"

    Yang Xuan slightly tilted his head and stared at the speaker. Although he could not see joy and anger on his face, the more so, the more oppressive it was.

    "No, I, I''m just a little surprised."

    "What''s amazing? I not only created Jiuji collapse, but also created snake step."

    "But the footwork you used before?" Tiefeng asked.

    "Hehe, that''s right."

    Yang Xuan smiled, walked up to Tiefeng and stretched out his hand to him.

    For Tiefeng, Yang Xuan still has some good feelings. Maybe this is the so-called no acquaintance without fighting.

    "You can create your own war skills. I''m convinced to lose."

    Tiefeng clenched his teeth and held out his hand slightly.

    "You are badly hurt. Hurry back and apply some medicine." Yang Xuan smiled, pulled Tiefeng up, and then stared at one person.

    The man was a delicate young man. He found that Yang Xuan was staring at himself. He was so scared that his legs and stomach were soft that he almost knelt to the ground and said in a trembling voice: "senior brother Yang, Yang, I didn''t offend you. Why are you staring at me?"

    "What are you afraid of? I won''t eat you again. Come and return Tiefeng to his residence."

    "Oh, OK, OK."

    Soon, Tiefeng was helped to leave.

    At the same time, Fang Qingxue hurried over and helped Yang Xuan leave.

    Along the way, the crowd gave way to Yang Xuan one by one, looking at him with deep awe.

    At night, the moon is bright and the stars are sparse, and the cool wind is blowing.

    In the small courtyard, Yang Xuan sank his waist and put his arms in front of his chest, guiding the moonlight into the body to treat the injury.

    Fang Qingxue stood beside him and saw him posing in a very strange posture. Strands of moonlight seemed to be attracted into his body. Fang Qingxue''s face was surprised.

    However, she was surprised. She didn''t disturb Yang Xuan and stayed so quietly.

    Half an hour later, Yang Xuan''s throat was sweet and opened his mouth to spit out a dark brown congestion.

    "Brother Yang, are you okay?"

    Although Yang Xuan had said that he had the secret of healing, Fang Qingxue was shocked to see him spit blood.

    "Don''t worry, I''m fine. You see, my injuries are all healed."

    Yang Xuan smiled and waved his hands, moved his bones, and his whole body crackled like fried beans.

    "It''s really good!"

    Fang Qingxue was surprised and happy.

    "Of course, brother Yang won''t lie to you."

    Yang Xuan smiled, took Fang Qingxue to sit down on the stone bench not far away and said, "Xueer, my secret skill is very overbearing. The pain is comparable to hell on earth. It''s hard for you to bear, but it doesn''t matter. I''ll pass you another secret skill of body refining now."

    "What kind of secret skill is more powerful than Yunhe fist?"

    "Cloud crane fist is nothing. I pass on your secret skill called Jianghai jiuchonglang."

    "Jianghai jiuchonglang, that''s a nice name!"

    "Hehe, this is a famous body refining skill in ancient times. In addition, there are more than five levels of body quenching environment. After the pulse is flushed, there are..."