Seeing the bad opportunity, the Monk Clan cultivator from the Military Family did not want to be hit by Zhongyue, nor was he accidentally hit by the sledgehammer, so he decisively abandoned his sword and retreated, kicked the young man in the chest, and took advantage of the situation to retreat.

The next moment, Chen Ping'an, who had been using the monkey boxing style taught by Zhu Lian, suddenly changed into Zhong Qiu's peak boxing style. He looked like a slender "young man" with slightly loose shoulders and a stooped back.

Once it changed, it became stronger and stronger, directly breaking the surrounding magic seal, and punched the pocket-sized mountain. When the fist touched the top of the hill, there was a burst of crazy ripples of fist intention, and the mountain was broken into a ball.

Sputtering golden light.

Chen Ping'an, who was still holding the magic sword near the tip with his left hand, slid out and avoided the second heavy hammer blow from the burly demon clan.

The sword in his left hand was slightly retracted, and his right fist was released like a palm knife, and he slashed it with one knife, cutting the magic sword into two pieces, causing the military monster clan who originally wanted to take the initiative to blow up this offensive weapon to steal it.

Instead of eating the rice, he spurted out a mouthful of heart essence and blood. He glanced at the young man who was still trapped in the formation surrounded by the four mountains. The military monk actually used the wind to stay away from the battlefield.

The four mountains formed by the manifestation of golden talismans, although small, hovering in the air at this moment, still have the impressive appearance of the mountains standing above the earth.

The black-clothed young man and the hammer-wielding man were surrounded in the formation, but the central mountain was missing, which was slightly lacking.

Fortunately, another golden talisman has turned into a water dragon several feet long, and finally formed a pattern of mountains and rivers flowing.

The burly monster who was so implicated that he could only fight for his life with the young man no longer cared about his life. On the battlefield, he was not afraid of death at all, but there were some who were even more afraid of death.

The burly monster held a sledgehammer and was full of ferocity. In the Four Mountains Formation Prison where a water dragon was slaying him, he went straight to the young man with an unreasonable fist, and offered to exchange his life with him if he could!

In the end, he was punched in the chest by the young man. Before that, the talisman water dragon collided again and again, which had already worn down the burly demon clan to a pulp. It is estimated that this result, even the golden elixir demon clan had not been prepared beforehand.

Unexpectedly, it turned out to be a mutual trap in which the Taoist friends died first and the poor Taoist also died, because after the young man killed the burly monster with a fist, he stood on his toes, jumped up high, held down the latter's head, and crashed into

That water dragon, the burly monster who chose to blow up the golden elixir on his own, his body and soul were destroyed together with the water dragon.

The Jindan cultivator took a closer look and saw that the young man had taken off his broken robe and was still wearing a garment shop robe underneath.

The skin on his face was also badly broken, so he casually removed it and put it into his sleeve. Even the sledgehammer on the ground disappeared and was put away among the objects close by.

The Golden Core cultivator did not hesitate, no longer caring about the Four Mountains Talisman, he used a unique technique, turned into several streams of blue smoke, and fled away in separate directions.

Chen Ping'an did not deliberately pursue the golden elixir monk. With one less robe restricting his fist power, Chen Pingan's fist power became more abundant and pushed the four crumbling pocket mountains away. On the way forward, he ran wildly.

He threw out four punches, and four rays of golden light exploded. In an instant, nearly a hundred monsters were killed and injured on the battlefield. Without the cover of their faces, the monster army did not know who was the first to shout the word "Yinguan", who was still supervising the battle.

The army that tried to form a formation to meet the enemy suddenly fled.

Chen Ping'an's subsequent formation route was no longer to charge straight forward, but to draw a large circle on the battlefield, and then move forward slightly. The faster he ran away, the more he punched to kill first.

A martial artist's pure Qi will keep punching out. When the punches are about to be exhausted, he will look for a chance to take a breath. If the situation is dangerous, then just hold on for a while.

On the battlefield, with enemies on all sides, can it be compared to the feeding fists of a ten-level warrior? To deal with the latter, that is the real life hanging by a thread. The so-called physical toughness, under the punch of a ten-level warrior who is at the peak of the ninth level.

, isn’t it just like paper? You can only rely on guessing, gambling, instinct, and it’s closer to being a psychic and a person with a tacit understanding.

For Chen Pingan, as long as there is no Nascent Soul Sword Cultivator hiding nearby,

The so-called one-man battle is not a battlefield at all, it is just catching and killing each other.

Li Er once said that in the one-on-one duel in which he almost accidentally killed Song Changjing, the great Li vassal king certainly had good qualifications, but his fist was still too light at that time. The reason why Song Changjing was able to sustain it for so long was because

The reason is that Song Changjing is not only a martial arts practitioner, but also a martial artist who has been fighting on the battlefield. After honing his boxing skills on the battlefield for a long time, he naturally has an image of "ten thousand enemies on the battlefield". After fighting it thoroughly, he returns to his true nature.

, the opponent fights with it, like an enemy with thousands of troops, it will be at a loss.

Now that Chen Ping'an is on the battlefield, he is seeking the first level of this kind of atmosphere. There are thousands of mountains and rivers. How many mountains and rivers can there be for those who are really close?

As long as the punch is heavy enough, the body is fast enough, and the eyes are accurate enough, it is nothing more than wading through the water and mountain, "slowly" passing one place after another.

After that, Chen Ping'an became more and more pure when he was fighting. Whether he was walking or flying, he was always walking in six steps. The only way to punch was to use the iron cavalry to dig into the formation, the gods to beat the drums and the clouds to steam across the swamp.

Three forms.

Although Li Er was a martial artist in the tenth level, he didn't say much about the principles of boxing when he was practicing boxing in the ruins of the Lion Peak Immortal Mansion. He occasionally said a few words, and he said it bluntly, saying that he heard Zheng Dafeng often repeating it.

, what Li Er and Chen Pingan said may be useful to you. Anyway, a few words of boxing theory have little weight and cannot overwhelm others.

Among them is the sentence: When you see an enemy in your eyes, you start punching. When you think you are invincible, you are enlightened. Your boxing skills are great. You are always within the Dharma, and your Dharma is always unimpeded.

When the formation started this time, Chen Pingan would not use his fists to kill the fierce and roaring monsters, nor would he show mercy to the young monster monks who were full of fear and had pleading eyes.

Pure martial arts, just punching.

The one with high skill will live, the one with weak fist will die.

Chen Ping'an, a warrior on the battlefield, looked calm

, eyes cold.

Ning Yao only reminded Fan Dache, "Don't get close to him."

Chen Ping'an's thoughts became fewer and fewer, and he put aside all his previous thoughts and worries, infinitely approaching the state of "forgetting the self and forgetting the boxing" as Li Er called it.

He didn't use the Shuchichi Talisman, nor did he use the first or fifteenth day of the lunar month. He didn't even use the pine needles or kurei that could pull his body.

As for the two natal flying swords, Zhongque and Jingdiyue, they are of great use and will never show up early.

At this moment, Chen Pingan had even completely forgotten that he was a sword cultivator, with four flying swords and two natal flying swords.

At the thickest point of the demon army's formation, the fist's intention has arrived before anyone can reach it.

Ning Yao is still looking for those high-level golden elixirs and Yuanying demon clan.

Fan Dache still had nothing to do. Fortunately, compared to the previous formation where Ning Yao opened the formation and the group just followed the sword, this time Chen Pingan opened the formation with fists, giving Fan Dache more opportunities to use his sword.

Previously, Ning Yao was wielding a sword alone and opened the formation too quickly.

On the north-south fronts on the left and right wings, the two groups of sword cultivators who went down to the city to fight were still far away from this golden river. They had not even reached half of the distance. And the further back, the slower they would be in breaking through the formation and killing the enemy, and even extremely.

It is possible that before the halfway point, the Great Sword Qi Wall needs to be withdrawn, and the second group of sword cultivators on the wall who are recharging their energy will take turns to go into battle to deal with this tug-of-war with corpses everywhere.

Elsewhere in the vast battlefield between the golden river and the city wall, the fastest group of sword cultivators who were currently moving southward could barely advance halfway. That was because Nascent Soul sword cultivator Qi Shou helped lead the way.

The four people from Diezhang returned north, and the dozen or so sword cultivators from the nearby battle line went south to kill the monster army one by one.

Four young genius sword cultivators stood in a row with a distance of seventy or eighty feet from each other. They no longer pursued the speed and depth of the formation and began to kill as many monsters as possible. Therefore, the four sword cultivators all

Starting to step on the long sword, Zhenyue, Hongzhuang, Sutra, and Zidian, in the posture of wielding a sword, sacrificed their respective flying swords, and fought all the way back to the Great Wall of Sword Qi.

Chen Sanqiu's natal flying sword is called "White Deer". One of the natal magical powers of the flying sword is the sight of a white deer holding a mushroom. On the battlefield, a white deer as big as a house will appear, and the Ganoderma mushroom it holds is Chen Sanqiu's.

That natal flying sword, Bai Lu is naturally covered in sword light, with snow flying all around, and it can gather spiritual energy on its own, which is very miraculous.

On the battlefield, the white deer with swords all over its body as bright as snow was striking wildly, with great killing power.

It is said that before Chen Sanqiu gave birth to his natal flying sword, he had a dream in the afternoon when he was young, and he saw a elk swimming in front of him, kneeling on all four legs, and took the initiative to recognize its owner.

Therefore, Chen Sanqiu is known as a romantic among the younger generation of Jianqi Great Wall, and he definitely has a lot of money.

He has a good family background, a good temper, a good skin, good popularity, and good aptitude. Except for the wine quality of the young master of the Chen family, there is almost no fault.

Divine objects such as the White Deer are often involved in the illusory literary destiny, so Chen Sanqiu got the "Jingshu", one of the great ancient swords imitated by Bai Yujing, which complemented each other. Because Chen Sanqiu's natal flying sword is

There are very few rare beings who have two kinds of natal magical powers. In addition to flying swords and white deer appearing, they can also invisibly increase Chen Sanqiu's literary fortune. Therefore, Chen Sanqiu is actually both an innate sword embryo and an innate seed for reading.

You must know that in the vast world, there are only two Confucian saints who have the realm of sword immortals, the Three Great Palaces and the Seventy-two Colleges.

It's a pity that Chen Sanqiu was born in the Great Wall of Jianqi where there are only a few scholars. The most important thing is that Chen Sanqiu's surname is Chen, so he can't go to that foreign country where there are schools everywhere and the sound of books is eloquent.

Sword cultivators who can win the title of genius on the Great Wall of Sword Qi actually have stories for everyone.

Anyone who is a swordsman who likes to drink can get drunk, even if he is drunk to death, there is a reason.

Ning Yao never followed Chen Ping'an, who only focused on punching, either far or near.

Ning Yao vaguely sensed a thought in Chen Pingan's mind, a thought that Chen Pingan himself might not even be aware of at the moment.

If my fist is high enough to reach the sky, and on the battlefield south of the Great Wall of Sword Qi, anyone who is my enemy, Chen Ping'an, will die without drawing my sword.

Ning Yao didn't think this was bad, but he felt that this might not be the best. There was only one reason, he was Chen Ping'an.

So Ning Yao shouted, "Chen Pingan."

On the battlefield, Chen Pingan immediately closed his fists and stopped, turning his head, somewhat confused.

Fan Dache's sword was a little unsteady for a moment, but the strange feeling passed away in a flash.

Ning Yao said: "Keep punching, I'm behind you."

Chen Pingan was stunned for a moment. He didn't know why Ning Yao said this, but he still nodded with a smile.

The Yifang robe that I had borrowed from Pang Yuanji had been broken and put away, and the one I was wearing was so broken that I didn't even need to put it away, so I gently shook it away with my fist and flew away in all directions like dandelions.

Not only that, but the green robe of the Ning Mansion was also put away, so Chen Pingan was only wearing a robe made of the most ordinary material.

Chen Ping'an took a deep breath and spat out a large mouthful of bruised blood. Unknowingly, within a radius of dozens of feet with him as the center, there was no longer a living monster on the battlefield.

Chen Pingan shook his wrist with one hand, and lightly clenched and unclenched his fists with the other hand. The bones of his hands were exposed. It was normal. Of course it hurt, but this familiar feeling that he had not seen for a long time made him feel at ease.

If you don't suffer a little pain, you can practice any boxing or practice whatever you want.

Chen Ping'an looked into the distance, and finally raised his gaze, only to find that the big characters carved on the wall were all too familiar.

fierce.

The handwriting is really ugly.

Chen Ping'an subconsciously raised his head and looked at the sky.

You can come late, but don't come.
To be continued...