Chapter 482 Bloodline Returns

"Senior Chifeng, what do you think of this Song Yuanqiao? Can you win Feng Yang?" Long Xue asked.

Chifeng took a breath and said, "Yes, this Song Yuanqiao's cultivation is comparable to that of Feng Yang, and his swordsmanship is incomparably exquisite, especially since Feng Yang is still suffering from severe trauma, his combat effectiveness is greatly reduced!"

Dragon Soul also said: "Yes, Song Yuanqiao definitely has the strength of the top fifty in the dynasty, and it should not be underestimated."

While several people were discussing, Song Yuanqiao let out a low voice, and then slashed down with all his might.

"Sword Qi Condensed Mountain!"

Immediately, a mountain of sword energy condensed in front of him, hitting the blood-colored beam of light, offsetting the damage.

Chi Chi!

It's a pity that the coverage area of ​​the blood-colored light beam is too large. Even if most of the impact is offset, there is still a small part of the piercing force, which wears down Song Yuanqiao's body protection infuriating!

However, Song Yuanqiao's Taijigong has reached the realm of transformation, and the quality of infuriating energy is far beyond ordinary infuriating energy.

That thin layer of body-protecting infuriating energy never dissipated, firmly guarding Song Yuanqiao's body.

"Impossible, actually blocked!"

Feng Yang's sword qi shot into the sky and consumed a lot of infuriating energy, but the lethality was also extremely astonishing.

Because he was injured by Song Yuanqiao before, six or seven of the tenths of his infuriating energy had already passed away.

With only the remaining true qi, he could barely cast a sword qi into the sky. This time, he failed to kill Song Yuanqiao, so he could no longer be hurt by this move.

"Hmph, since I can't use my sword energy to soar to the sky, then I will use the purest power to defeat you!"

Feng Yang clenched the blood-stained sword tightly, lowered his body, and pushed towards Song Yuanqiao with a trail of afterimages.

when!

The two swords collided, and a bright shock wave radiated in all directions, and the hard ground of Longtan Mountain burst layer by layer, setting off terrifying earth waves.

"Barrier Fist!"

Feng Yang holds the sword in his right hand and punches in his left hand.

His offensive was like a violent storm, one after another, without giving Song Yuanqiao a chance to react at all.

But as a disciple of the Wudang School, isn't Song Yuanqiao's best at conquering rigidity with softness?

"Tai Chi!"

The two great martial arts of Wudang School, Taijiquan and Taijijian, are also good at Song Yuanqiao.

Song Yuanqiao threw a punch, and the airflow in a radius of several hundred meters surged like wind and clouds.

Feng Yang's fist strength was suddenly unable to move, and he was completely isolated from Song Yuanqiao's fist.

"Damn, what a wicked school, when did Tai Chi become so powerful?" Xiao Chen couldn't help but swear.

For a long time, Taijiquan gave Xiao Chen the feeling that it was weak and weak, a boxing technique suitable for the elderly to strengthen their bodies. How could it be so powerful?

But Chifeng's expression at this time, let him know the real power of Taijiquan.

"Is this Dao Yun?"

Chifeng's face was horrified. Song Yuanqiao's Taijiquan showed them the charm of Dao.

"It's impossible, how can it imply the Great Dao?"

"My God, it's really Dao Yun!"

"What the hell is he about!"

Song Yuanqiao's Taijiquan performance finally caused the crowd to burst into a shocking cry. This time, it was not those little shrimps who exclaimed, but those big men.

Such as Chifeng, such as Xue Li, such as Long Xue.

Song Yuanqiao didn't care about the shock of others, the battle between him and Feng Yang was still going on.

boom!

A thunderous bang erupted, and after the two punched each other, they each flew back upside down.

The two fell to the ground, and dozens of deep footprints were trampled on the hard ground.

Feng Yang was surprised, what kind of boxing is this?

His tyrannical fist is very strong, and it is still a subterranean boxing technique. Combined with the strength of the infuriating strength of the second-rank martial arts king, it should be an overwhelming advantage.

How did he meet Song Yuanqiao's Taijiquan, he couldn't exert any of his punching power.

"I don't believe how long you can last!"

Feng Yang was so angry that his swordsmanship couldn't help Song Yuanqiao, and his boxing skills couldn't help him either.

For a time, he was furious, and his blood was boiling, and he killed him with one sword and one punch.

"Minute!"

Song Yuanqiao's toes touched the ground a little, and then the whole person swept out to face the opponent, and then two afterimages of true qi flashed out, one left and one right wrapped around Song Yuanqiao and swept toward the wind.

dang dang dang...

bang bang bang...

The clash of swords and swords, the collision of fists and fists, mixed with the muffled sound of fists hitting the body-protecting infuriating energy, the place where the two fought was chaotic.

"crack!"

Feng Yang's face was hideous, and he allowed the afterimage of Song Yuanqiao's True Qi to attack his body-protecting True Qi.

He jumped up and punched Song Yuanqiao's head with a sharp sonic boom.

Song Yuanqiao tilted his head, and a barren hill in the Longtan Mountain behind was blasted immediately.

Taking advantage of Feng Yang's punch, Song Yuanqiao stepped forward when the move could not be connected.

His left fist with a spiral strength, blasted towards the opponent's dantian Qi Sea, as long as this punch has a little bit of implementation, it can make the opponent become a crippled person.

"Break it for me!"

Feng Yang was also unwilling to be outdone. He held the sword in his right hand and stabbed Song Yuanqiao's chest quickly and accurately.

At the same time, a sharp and unparalleled sword qi suddenly burst out from the windy dantian, which slammed together with Song Yuanqiao's fist strength.

when!

Song Yuanqiao performed the Tiyun Zong, dodged the opponent's stab again, and then separated into two figures.

"Which is true and which is false!"

Song Yuanqiao's movements were so fast that Feng Yang only felt that there was one more person in front of him.

Before thinking about it, Feng Yang hurriedly drifted back.

At the same time, the blood-stained sword in his hand slashed out a cobweb-like sword energy one after another.

puff! puff!

Both figures were shattered.

However, Feng Yang suddenly felt his scalp tingling and shouted in his heart, "No, both are fake."

Chi!

The ground cracked and the sword energy flew out.

Feng Yang, who was suspended in the air, turned blue.

If there was a slight hesitation just now, I am afraid that the injury will be added to the injury, and it will completely fall into the disadvantage.

"Do you really want to use that trick?"

In the depths of Feng Yang's heart, he already had the intention to retreat at this moment, but this retreat only flashed in his mind and was immediately rejected by him.

What a joke, he is someone who wants to be the top ten masters, how can he shrink back?

At this moment, Song Yuanqiao used the Tai Chi sword again, and dozens of lightsabers flickered continuously.

Feng Yang's heart was ruthless, and the boiling infuriating energy poured into the flesh and blood of his right arm in a domineering manner, the skin suddenly cracked, and bloodshot and infuriating qi merged together.

"Return to the highest state of the original art, the bloodline returns to the original!"

Huo Liancheng's expression changed slightly when he saw the scene in front of him. He didn't expect Feng Yang to have repaired his original work to such an extent. How old is he!

Returning the bloodline to the original was originally the strongest unpassed secret manual in the return to the original art practiced by Feng Yang. It could mobilize the power of the bloodline in the whole body and temporarily merge into one.

When he was surprised, Feng Yang, who had used his bloodline to return to his original state, had already been slashed with one sword.

Whoops!

The blood-colored sword qi rose sharply in the wind, turning into a sword qi hundreds of meters long, crushing the blue sword qi of Song Yuanqiao.

The terrifying sword pressure caused the ground to collapse, and a huge sword pit that was nearly a thousand meters long emerged.