Not only that, he also pointed his toes, hovering in the air, and was as tall as Zhongqiu, making it easier for Zhongqiu to punch!

Zhong Qiu was not angry about this, but felt that he was being ridiculed. Instead, his expression became more solemn.

Deliver a punch.

Zhong Qiu's fist stopped three feet in front of Yu Zhenyi's childlike face.

That punch could only move forward inch by inch, extremely slowly.

Like an old man climbing a mountain, walking with difficulty.

There was only three feet between them, but there was a world of difference.

Yu Zhenyi, who put his hands behind his back, shook his head slightly, his eyes full of pity, "I never thought that planting autumn would be nothing more than this."

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Until Ding Ying appeared to put a final word on this mess, there was still no movement from Pink Vajra Ma Xuan. Even though Tang Tieyi, Cheng Yuanshan, Zhou Fei and other masters left one after another, Ma Xuan was still lying there.

Rivers and lakes are like this. People can drown if they are deep or shallow. What’s more, as the old saying goes, those who swim well will drown.

Ma Xuan's life was actually quite valuable. It should have been much more than five hundred taels of gold. In the martial arts world of Ouhua Blessed Land, such gold could only buy the life of a second-rate master or a county guard.

It seemed that he had escaped from the danger of being trapped in a tight siege and was only facing off against the old man with the lotus crown. However, Chen Ping'an's palms were sweating. It had nothing to do with courage or state of mind. It was purely due to the murderous intention after Ding Ying appeared.

If it is too strong, it is a person's instinct to avoid danger, but if you can face difficulties, it is the real training of martial arts.

Just look at the flying sword fifteen between his two fingers to understand how difficult Ding Ying is to deal with.

Ding Ying smiled and said: "Is this what the Exalted Immortal calls his natal flying sword? It's a very new thing. It should be the first time it appears on the territory of Lotus Flower Blessed Land, and it's also very rare to enter here with a complete body and soul.

No wonder you caused so many accidents, but it doesn't matter, because I, Ding Ying, am here in the Lotus Flower Blessed Land."

Chen Ping'an said nothing, exhaled a breath of turbid air, and put on a Yunzheng Daze style boxing stance.

Ding Ying looked around, and continued to hold the beautiful green flying sword with two fingers of his right hand, then stretched out his left hand, "After we finished chatting, it's time to take action. I'll try to see if I can kill you with one hand."

Ding Ying glanced at Chen Pingan's boxing frame, shook his head and said: "I advise you to change to a boxing frame that is more conducive to offense. I still hope to see some impressive martial arts, otherwise if I get the upper hand

, just like the boxing fight you used to fight back Lu Fang and Zhong Qiu, you will be unable to fight back."

Ding Ying smiled and waved to Chen Ping'an, "You only hit ten punches at most before. You can definitely hit more. I'm curious, how many punches can you hit at most? You can feel free to use them, I took them all!"

Chen Ping'an really changed into a god-beating drum-style boxing stance, and his aura suddenly changed from a high mountain city to a tidal cavalry.

Ding Ying smiled and nodded, still restraining the pocket flying sword with one hand, and facing the enemy with only one hand, "Come!"

In an instant, the street where Chen Ping'an was standing collapsed into a huge pothole several feet in diameter, and the white robe disappeared.

Ding Ying nodded quickly enough.

No wonder Lu Fang, who was halfway to the sword-controlling level, was still in such a mess.

Ding Ying blocked the young immortal's fist with the palm of his hand. Just when he was about to tighten it, his fist loosened and the second punch had already hit his ribs.

Ding Ying knew it in his heart. If it was as he guessed, this boxing move, the punches' progression, speed, strength, and divine will were all the same. The most ingenious thing was the connection between punches and fists. There was no way to avoid it, so he could only resist hard.

It looks like just a small hilltop, but if an immortal uses his magical power to open up the earth thousands of miles away, he will find that the inconspicuous hilltop has the entire "in and out", and it suddenly becomes the ancestral mountain of the world.

Before the eight punches, Ding Ying did not move at all. Each time, he just used the palm of his hand to resist the punch.

It was like there was a snow-white dragon lingering around him, but no one could be seen.

For the ninth punch, Ding Ying took a step back and still blocked the punch towards the center of his eyebrow with his palm.

Ding Ying's seemingly simplest attack actually contains the essence of nine martial arts he collected from various sects and gangs in Ouhua Blessed Land, not to mention the Jingxinzhai that looks like his own garden, Yu Zhenyi's Hushan Sect,

Ding Ying used various methods to get hold of the boxing techniques taught by Zhong Qiu to his direct disciples, Bird's Eye Peak and Spring Chao Palace, the avalanche style of Cheng Yuanshan's spear skills, and the uninherited secrets of the eight-armed god Xue Yuan and other great masters.

For his own use, some of them had reached the pinnacle of martial arts and were left intact, while others still had room for improvement. Ding Ying had nothing to do, so he helped perfect one or two.

The tenth punch.

Ding Ying moved a few steps laterally, but he smiled leisurely and said: "The only flaw in your boxing technique is that it hurts the enemy a thousand times and hurts you eight hundred. I want to see if you can hold on until the end."

How many punches, and how powerful was the last one?"

Chen Pingan only punched, but his heart felt like sinking to the bottom of an ancient well.

There was no one watching this fight.

Because I dare not.

Ding Laomo is famous for his love of killing those who watch.

Those of you who are not afraid of death like to watch from the sidelines, right? You like to point and clap at the side, right? You like to look shocked as if you have seen a ghost in the daytime?

One slaps them into pulp, just like a person uses a fan to swat mosquitoes on a broken curtain or flies on the wall.

That's why His Royal Highness Prince Wei Yan's skinny monkey-like master came not long ago and was originally hiding in the distance. When he saw that it was Old Demon Ding who took action in person, he evacuated as soon as possible.

But after all, there is only one Ding Ying. In addition, people on the top of the mountain such as Zhong Qiu and Yu Zhenyi don't like others watching the fire from the other side, but most of them don't care.

However, watching the life-and-death fights between second-rate masters is a big taboo among people in the martial arts world, because no one wants their own secret skills to be seen by outsiders. People are talkative and pass on to others, and everyone knows it.

How can we call it "the bottom of the box"? The arena is not big, especially after becoming a first-rate master, the arena becomes even smaller.

The distance between the two sides was always within two arms, but with the eleventh punch, Ding Ying seemed to have tasted the power of the god's drumming style. He intentionally or unintentionally opened the distance, and was knocked back more than a foot with one punch.

At that time, Lu Fang was severely injured by ten punches. First, he was in a hurry and had no time to respond, but Ding Ying was ready from the beginning. Second, Lu Fang was devoted to practicing swordsmanship, and his kung fu was only on the sword, and his body was far away.

It was incomparable to Ding Ying. After Lu Fang received Chen Ping'an's ten punches, he was like an infantry encountering an elite cavalry army in the wild.

The city has a strong military force.

Therefore, it is not the real gap between Lu Fang and Ding Ying, it is a world of difference.

In the final analysis, Ding Ying's ability to cope with the situation so easily is due to the lessons learned from Lu Fang and Zhong Qiu.

After the eleven punches, Ding Ying stood ten feet away. Before the next punch came close, he suddenly shook his sleeves and scattered the fists lingering in his palms. Ding Ying joked: "Three or four more punches, I'm afraid.

I'm about to get a little injured."

The twelfth punch had already reached his face, and Ding Ying punched for the first time, matching Chen Ping'an's divine drumming style.

Chen Pingan took a few steps back, but the mystery of the god's drumming style was vividly displayed. Chen Pingan delivered the punch at a faster speed with an extraordinary trajectory and speed.

Ding Ying, who had no time to punch, had to raise his elbow with a slight delay and block it in front of him.

The tip of his elbow hit his chest.

Ding Ying flew backwards with a bang, but the zhenqi inside the robe helped to remove most of the force of the fist.

Between the lightning and flint, he noticed that his opponent seemed to be a little slower. Ding Ying narrowed his eyes and slid out. While receiving the fourteenth punch, he smiled and said: "There was a ghost in your residence earlier.

The little thing, who didn’t know how to live or die, tried to sneak into the ground with a flying sword to find you, but I found him, and I don’t know if he was shocked to death and suffocated underground."

Sure enough, although the young man had noticed it, he still didn't stop, and the fifteenth punch came quickly and violently.

After one punch.

Ding Ying stepped back again and clamped Feijian Fifteen's fingers, trembling slightly.

Ding Ying was not surprised but happy, but he kept it secret.

Ding Laomo, who has been the number one for sixty years, may seem conceited, but deep down in Ding Ying's heart, he wants to obtain the essence of this punch more than anyone else.

It is very likely that understanding this punch will give him greater confidence in accomplishing what he wants to do.

Conquer this heavenly way!

Ding Ying didn't care at all that opening his mouth would cause a violent outpouring of energy all over his body. He smiled and said, "I asked Ya'er and Zhou Shi to bring out those four heads for you to see. That child, if I didn't remember

If you are wrong, call me Cao Qinglang. It is really unfortunate for him to meet you, the banished immortal."

Even Ding Ying couldn't clearly see Chen Ping'an's face, but the old man could clearly feel "a little bit" of that man's murderous intent.

It's not anger, or even the kind of crazy killing intent, but it's deliberately suppressed into a thin line, and then twisted into a grain.

This is a bit interesting.

This person's state of mind is unique among the immortals Ding Ying has seen and killed.

Ding Ying has learned a lot in his life, and there is no book he has not read. He once found this passage in a Taoist classic: Walking in the water, not avoiding dragons, this is the courage of a boat. Walking in the mountains and forests, not fearing wolves, this is the courage of a boatman.

The courage of a woodcutter and a hunter. Holding a white blade in front of one's body and looking at death as if life were alive, this is the courage of a hero. Knowing that one's manpower is exhausted, and remaining calm in the face of great difficulties is the courage of a saint.

If you want to be calm, you must first be calm.

What does it mean when manpower is exhausted? It is when Chen Pingan is in front of him. He thinks that the family in the small courtyard is dead, and that little thing may also be dead. On this premise, it is meaningless not only to know all the guilt and regret

, you will only seek death, you can only concentrate on it, and after knowing it, you must do it.

It's not easy to know what's going on, it's even harder to do it.

But Chen Pingan did not disappoint Ding Ying.

There is no sloppiness in punching, no restraint in any way. On the contrary, even though he knows that every punch will only make Ding Ying better understand the god's drumming style, he punches without hesitation, injuring the enemy by one thousand and damaging himself by eight hundred, or Ding Ying dies.

Under his own punch, either his meridians will be severed, his soul will collapse, his flesh and blood will collapse, and he will die majestically in the process of delivering the last punch like a god beating a drum.

The sixteenth punch!

Ding Ying nodded lightly and laughed heartily. From the lotus with the high silver crown, brilliance poured down like a waterfall and spread all over his body.
To be continued...