The figure in front of him flashed, and Gu Zhen seemed to disappear suddenly in Ying Chengfeng's eyes.

Step skills, combat skills and footwork.

Ying Chengfeng immediately recognized the origin of this set of footwork.

In fact, this is the set of steps that Gu Liao once used in his fellow students' skills. However, when used under the feet of Gu Zhen, he seems more skillful and unpredictable.

However, for Ying Chengfeng, who has wisdom, as long as it has been used once, it will have no effect.

Almost without thinking, Zhiling had already inferred where the next step of Gu Zhen would appear.

The sword in his hand shook slightly and stabbed towards a certain open space.

This place was originally empty, but when Ying Chengfeng's long sword stabbed through, Gu Zhen appeared like a ghost.

However, seeing this long sword like autumn water stabbing straight, even Gu Zhen, who had been through many battles, couldn't help but scream.

However, unlike Gu Liao, Gu Zhen made a mistake at the critical moment, and his body seemed to be pulled by someone behind him. Not only did he stop, but he also kept flying backwards.

Gu Zhen's powerful strength was fully demonstrated at this moment.

"Swoosh..."

The bright cold light almost pricked Gu Zhen's scalp, causing goose bumps to splash all over his body.

He snorted angrily, Gu Zhen shouted, "Is it great if there is a long sword? Look at my weapons." He stretched out his hand and a thick ghost-headed sword behind him had already appeared in his hand.

“Haha…”

With Gu Zhen's roar, he raised his sword and chopped it down in front of him.

Feeling the strong oppressive wind, Ying Chengfeng was secretly shocked. He immediately realized that this person's true energy cultivation was at least higher than his. Fortunately, it was only a step further, and it was far from reaching a point that he could not resist.

He raised the long sword in his hand and pointed it at the opponent's tiger-headed sword.

Gu Zhen sneered in his heart. His tiger-headed sword was carefully crafted by a master craftsman. Although it is far from being compared with a spiritual weapon, it is powerful and often has a huge advantage when facing the enemy.

Especially when facing some opponents whose true qi cultivation is inferior to him, he takes advantage of it.

"bite……"

After a crisp sound of gold and jade socializing, Gu Zhen's roar stopped like a sharp blade.

His body flew back and moved away from Ying Chengfeng at a faster speed than when he was moving forward, and he stared at the long sword in his hand with his eyes as sharp as a copper bell.

At this time, in Gu Zhen's hand, the ghost-headed sword that he was proud of was broken into two pieces.

The swords and swords intersect, and with one blow, the big sword broke!

"Spiritual weapon, you actually have spiritual weapon..." Gu Zhen shouted gritting his teeth.

At this moment, he finally understood where Gu Liao's thoughts came from.

Ying Chengfeng, a kid who is not as good as him, not only has several medium-grade health pills, but also has spiritual weapons that even he dare not expect.

Moreover, he has more than one spiritual weapon.

Whether it is the inner armor that can defend against his palm power, the long sword in his hand, it is the magic weapon that all warriors dream of.

Especially for those casual cultivators, even if they sell all their possessions, they may not be able to get back.

Therefore, after seeing the wealth that Ying Chengfeng possessed, even he couldn't help but blush.

People die for money and birds die for food. When they think of the harvest after killing Ying Chengfeng, his heart is extremely hot.

As if seeing through what he thought, Ying Chengfeng sneered and said, "If you want to kill me, then try it." His wrist trembled, and two sword flowers were already dancing, and he stabbed forward.

Although his true qi cultivation is not as good as the other party, he holds a spirit sword and wears spiritual armor. If he attacks, he will be invincible, and his code will be unharmed, so he will naturally be fearless.

Gu Zhen's feet were beating continuously, and his whole body was beating like a huge horse monkey.

But just in the midst of this jump, he avoided all the sword lights that Ying Chengfeng stabbed out. Then, he shouted loudly and threw the broken knife in his hand over.

Ying Chengfeng's wrist swayed slightly, and the sword light flashed, and he had already wrapped the broken knife in it. There was only a jingle sound, and the broken knife had been cut into countless pieces.

Gu Zhen took a step back, he took a deep breath, looked at Ying Chengfeng deeply, and roared angrily: "Boy, this is what you forced me, look at the fist."

After saying that, he actually sat on the horse with a heavy waist and punched Ying Chengfeng from afar.

This punch was about three feet away from Ying Chengfeng, but with one punch, the air around seemed to be greatly affected, and a burning and strange feeling appeared in the entire space.

"boom……"

Ying Chengfeng felt a stern in his heart. He did not seek merit but did not seek to make mistakes. The long sword in his hand flew like a flower. Although it was disorganized, every sword could make a gap in the space with a certain force that had already condensed in the space.

He knew that this was a combat technique of some kind of boxing. When this combat technique was implemented, its power was so great that it could release the power of true qi exponentially.

If the other party uses a certain body technique, then under the deduction and calculation of Zhiling, Ying Chengfeng can make advance predictions, but when he encounters this kind of boxing technique, he is helpless.

"Drink, drink, drink..."

Gu Zhen shouted three times in a row, and punched each time he roared.

Every time the punch is released, the scorching breath in the air will be aggravated, and a strong feeling of traction is faintly produced.

The fifth level of true qi, coupled with some kind of boxing and fighting skills, can actually release such power. Even though Ying Chengfeng used spiritual weapons, he was forced to suppress it.

At this moment, a hint of regret appeared in Ying Chengfeng's heart.

If he had known that the power of combat skills and true qi was so great, then he would definitely not hide his true strength, but instead pestered his uncle Yinglid to learn several kinds of things.

If he also knew some kind of combat skills at this time, he would not seem so constrained.

Fortunately, the long sword in his hand was a powerful spiritual weapon after all. Even if he waved his hands and feet randomly, Gu Zhen dared not approach him easily.

After the two sides had been entangled for a long time, Gu Zhen's face suddenly changed. He flew back, took out a jade bottle from his arms, uncovered the bottle cap at a speed that was lightning speed, poured out a pill and took it quickly.

Ying Chengfeng was slightly stunned, and anger surged in his heart.

He naturally recognized his own elixir, and what Gu Zhen took was his middle-grade health pill.

Although he is rich at this moment and only a few medium-grade health pills are no longer taken seriously by him, no matter who sees his pills stolen and takes them in person, he will feel resentful.

With his eyes rolling, he snorted coldly, changing his initial steadily posture, instead roaring and stabbing forward with his sword desperately.

As the sword light passed, a cold light suddenly rolled up.

Gu Zhen's eyes were shiny, because Ying Chengfeng held the magic weapon in his hand, he didn't dare to get close. Although the combat skills were extremely powerful, it was also an unbearable burden on the consumption of true qi.

With a sudden inspiration, he swallowed a pill, which really made Ying Chengfeng very confused.

He has extremely rich combat experience, and finally waited for this opportunity, but he would not let it go.

After taking a long breath, the true energy from his body swarmed out, passing a very strange meridian and pouring into his legs and feet. The next moment, his legs and feet suddenly became thicker, as if they had suddenly swelled.

Then, he took a step, turned around on the ground, and moved behind Ying Chengfeng.

Although he taught Gu Liao his light footwork, he still kept his hand. At this moment, he showed all his strength and moved like a ghost, making people unable to defend themselves.

Ying Chengfeng exclaimed, and he desperately reclaimed the sword. A ray of light lit up at the tip of the sword, barely protecting the back of his head.

Gu Zhen's eyes were red, he raised his fist, and all the true energy was condensed into it, and he rushed towards Ying Chengfeng's vest without reservation.

Although he knew that Ying Chengfeng was wearing a piece of spiritual armor, he also wanted to break his head with one punch.

However, although his fist was hard, he did not dare to compete with the Spirit Sword, so he had to settle for the second best and bombard Ying Chengfeng's vest heavily.

This heavy blow was a blow that condensed all his true energy and powerful combat skills. The power was far from comparable to the punch he had when he first attacked.

With one punch, it is as fast as lightning, and as heavy as Mount Tai.

He has strong confidence, even if Ying Chengfeng was wearing spiritual armor, he could not imagine that he could resolve the power of this punch.

As long as he is seriously injured, if he continues to get entangled, he will definitely be himself who can hold on in the end.

However, the moment his fist hit the inner armor, he heard the sarcastic sneer from Ying Chengfeng's mouth.

Then, a light lit up on the inner armor.

Although his fist power hit the inner armor without reservation, it did not break the inner armor as expected. Moreover, his fist power instantly split into pieces and slid down the inner armor in different directions.

After all, Gu Zhen is a knowledgeable person. He knew something was wrong and understood that what he wore on Ying Chengfeng was not ordinary spiritual armor, but a more rare leather armor set.

He screamed strangely and jumped back with both feet.

At this moment, he finally completely dispelled the luxury of killing the other party.

Facing a person holding a spirit sword and wearing a spirit armor suit, he simply cannot compete with him.

However, just as he wanted to retreat, his fist suddenly became cold.

An unparalleled chill came into his body from there. The chill was extremely powerful. It actually ignored the obstacles of his true qi and walked unscrupulously in his meridians.

In just a moment, his whole body seemed to be frozen and could no longer move.

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