Mo Fang did not expect that Chu Yunqing would be so difficult to solve, and just as Chu Yunqing expected, although he is now in the strongest form, whether it is the consumption of Qi and blood or the pressure on the body's bones to maintain the current state, the

Intensified over time.

In other words, he can't hold on for too long. In the past, after this form appeared, he would finish off his opponent in a short time.

But now, he can't do it, because the power of the person in front of him is beyond his imagination.

In his expectation, the opponent was at best a bit brave, but after the actual fight, Mo Fang realized that this was not the case at all.

Under that pure energy and blood, there seems to be an even more heart-stopping power hidden.

After sensing the aura in it, Mo Fang even thought that his perception was wrong, because it seemed to be the same pure Qi?

But how is it possible that qi, blood and true qi, two completely different forces within and outside the family, can appear so harmoniously in one person?

This is not just a beginner, but someone with decades of cultivation. How can he withstand the energy in his Dantian?

Wouldn't the meridians and acupoints conflict when the two forces move the heavens?

How did the other party achieve this almost perfect balance?

Mo Fang was extremely surprised and even more horrified. He thought it was the reason for the mysterious thing, and this undoubtedly showed that he would never get it easily.

Bang!

Mo Fang's punch was received head-on by Chu Yunqing.

Mo Fang was nearly ten feet tall at this time, and his fists were like casseroles. This form allowed him to possess recovery and defense capabilities far beyond those of ordinary people, and his strength also increased.

But the effects are all mutual. If you want to stay strong, you have to pay more. His energy and blood will be consumed more and more, and he will become weaker and weaker.

Now, Chu Yunqing crossed his palms to block the punch.

"It seems that this is your limit." He raised his eyes slightly, his eyes cold and sharp.

Mo Fang's pupils shrank, then he gritted his teeth, shouted angrily, and suddenly pushed his knees forward.

Chu Yunqing snorted coldly, used his palms as hard as a brace, and jumped to avoid it.

"Opportunity!" Mo Fang's eyes moved, his fist turned into a stab, and his five fingers were like spears, intending to directly pierce the person in front of him.

If two people are fighting against each other, unless they are extremely confident, no one will be able to get off the ground first, because there is nowhere to borrow strength in mid-air, and it is easiest for the other party to seize the opportunity.

Now, Mo Fang feels that he has seized this opportunity.

"You are still young. Although your talent is good and you have treasures in your possession, it is a pity that you lack experience in fighting, so you should die!" Mo Fang thought.

But when he thrust out, Chu Yunqing, who had not yet touched the ground, did not dodge and grabbed him directly with both hands.

Mo Fang was stunned.

Chu Yunqing grabbed his arm.

Mo Fang suddenly felt a biting chill, as if he had been caught in an autumn rain.

The coldness invaded instantly and penetrated into the meridians from the point of contact between the two. At this moment, he could feel the sudden stagnation of his own energy and blood, and then it melted away like snow meeting the warm sun, losing the activity it should have, like silence.

generally.

Mo Fang felt his body suddenly sink. It was not oppression from the outside in, but heaviness from the inside out. He felt an inexplicable feeling of boredom all over his body.

"What kind of martial arts is this?" He was horrified. He wanted to stimulate his energy and blood, but lost contact like a kite with broken strings.

All this happened in just an instant. Chu Yunqing stepped firmly on his feet, exerted force on his waist, and pulled hard with his arms. The tall and burly figure in front of him staggered uncontrollably.

He was indeed staggering. As a martial arts practitioner, the first thing my mother would practice is the lower body. But at this time, Mo Fang felt as if he had stepped on hot coals under his feet, and his legs were even softer. He had just played in a brothel for several days and nights.

Panda Li.

In just a few short breaths, Mo Fang had already recognized the move he was hit by.

"Sword erosion?" He looked at the person opposite and spoke with difficulty.

When Chu Yunqing heard this, he just smiled at him, then pulled hard, swinging his arms, and struck with two winds in his ears.

Just hearing a snap, blood started to flow from Mo Fang's eyes, ears, mouth and nose, and his body instantly collapsed.

Chu Yunqing looked at the strong man lying on the ground, unconscious, and could still feel his weak breath. However, the man who was still bleeding a moment ago stopped bleeding immediately.

"Although this technique consumes energy and blood, it is really amazing in the repair of the body." He thought, raised his hand and grabbed it aside, and a sharp knife on the ground was pulled out by the golden light.

He rarely uses weapons, but that doesn't mean he doesn't know how to use them. For example, the swords often used in gang fights are not bad at all.

At this time, Chu Yunqing held the sharp knife in his hand. He raised the knife and cut off Mo Fang's head.

The blood was red, but soon, the faceless face melted like a wax statue, and then turned into a puddle of black liquid, like burning oil.

Chu Yunqing took a few steps back, covered his mouth and nose with his sleeves, and looked at the ground carefully.

Black water dripped on the ground. What shocked Chu Yunqing the most was the corpse that was a step or two away from the black water. When the blood fainted and the two came into contact, the black water suddenly boiled, like

It surged along the blood like a living thing, turning the corpse into a puddle of black water in the blink of an eye.

On the ground, only the torn gray robes were soaked in the black water, exuding a fishy stench.

On the side, Ai Xiaozhou and Gu Meishu were both seeing this kind of scene for the first time, and they both frowned and covered their mouths.

Ai Xiaozhou is better. She is a Jinyi guard and has dealt with corpses and strange things a lot. However, Gu Meishu is used to being pampered and always sits in a high hall. She has never seen this.

She originally covered her mouth to hold on, but as Ai Xiaozhou pulled her closer, she couldn't bear it any longer and hurriedly ran towards a side alley.

Ai Xiaozhou glanced at her and shook his head helplessly.

"Is this what you said before, the weirdness of the faceless man?" she asked.

Chu Yunqing nodded, "The same goes for the faceless man who went to the house before."

"Is this poison?" Ai Xiaozhou frowned and looked at it, "I have never seen such a violent poison."

"Perhaps it's the method of that mysterious 'jianghu' force." Chu Yunqing said something, thought about it, and moved forward.

"What are you doing?" Ai Xiaozhou quickly pulled him.

"I just saw that the technique he used was a rather strange Qi and Blood technique, and he was a bit greedy." Chu Yunqing smiled.

Ai Xiaozhou was stunned and couldn't help but smile, "Are you trying to search for corpses?"

Chu Yunqing covered his mouth and nose with one hand and held a knife in his other hand. He walked over carefully and used the sharp knife to pull and pull.

The black water only damaged the flesh and blood, but the gray robe was not damaged at all. He carefully moved it until the tip of the knife poked something, and there was a soft touch.

Chu Yunqing's eyes moved and he took it out.

It was a booklet wrapped in silk. It was soaked in black water, but like dew on an oilcloth, it didn't stick to it at all.
Chapter completed!