Lin Yanli looked at Shen Qiao in front of her and understood.
The young monk from the Fifth Realm wanted her to be the steps for the Sinking Bridge.
If it were anyone else, this must be a foolproof thing, but they just met Lin Yanli, the "one" in case.
Lin Yanli took a deep breath, flicked her wrist, and separated the water flow from the sunken bridge. The tiny water droplets that were originally suspended in the air were clustered together by Lin Yanli, forming a dappled ribbon under the sun. , spinning lightly in the air, like the bright Milky Way in the sky, dazzling and dazzling.
She threw the two flying swords, and they flew through the Milky Way like white horses.
Shenqiao sword picked up the sun and moon, dragged the Milky Way and smashed it into the lake.
Both sides abandoned their swords and fought with other means.
Shen Qiao is a swordsman as well as a physical practitioner. He steps onto the stone pillar in three steps and pumps his fists like drums.
Lin Yanli is a sword cultivator, half a magic cultivator. Now, under Jiang Eli's hard work, his physical body can be regarded as two-thirds of an individual cultivator. After taking a few steps back, he spread his palms, released his strength, and pushed Shen Qiao away. To the side.
Shen Qiao was stronger than her, and it seemed irrational to confront him head-on. Lin Yanli stood on the water, watching the two flying swords in the lake being chased by the sun and the moon, and was not impatient.
After exhaling a breath, Lin Yanli spread his legs, raised his right hand slightly to assume the posture of Shaking Dragon Fist, hit the back of his right hand with his left fist, and pushed forward suddenly.
Boom!
There was a loud noise, and the lake water in front of Lin Yanli was shaken and splashed in all directions, and ripples spread outward and forward.
Shen Qiao kicked the wall of water with his big foot and punched out, creating a wave of air.
Lin Yanli was under him at some point. She bent her legs and suddenly jumped up, hitting Shen Qiao's face hard with her head.
"Well……"
Shen Qiao groaned and stumbled back ten steps, his nose bleeding.
"Are you a turtle? Your head is as hard as a turtle shell."
Lin Yanli's eyes were sore, she endured the pain and grinned with her hands on her hips, "I'm sorry, I've had a headache since I was a child."
Shen Qiao rubbed his nose, blocked his nostrils with spiritual energy, and resumed his fist posture.
Lin Yanli has made much greater progress than him these days.
On this point, he was like a mirror in his mind.
Lin Yanli patted his cheek and rearranged his fist stance.
Shen Qiao strode forward, splashing water with each foot, and the wind roared from his fists, making a series of air-piercing sounds.
The two fought in close quarters and were evenly matched.
There was a row of people hanging on the eaves in the distance, all big monks who came to watch the fun.
One of the Four Realm sword cultivators looked at the rainbow on the lake and couldn't help but said: "Two sword cultivators are actually fighting hand to hand. It's impure, it's so impure!"
"That Shen Qiao has tempered his body very well. It is rare for a sword cultivator who can warm up his flying sword to endure such a physical condition."
"I think Shen Qiao might as well just focus on cultivating his physique. If he didn't develop the flying sword, his physique would be comparable to that of a monk in the Third Realm."
"That Thousand Demons Sect's Lin Yanli is also outrageous. She has actually mastered the basics of physical cultivation. The last time I saw her, she was still very awkward with her fists and feet. If she works hard for a while, she will be able to claim to be a physical practitioner!"
"Has the Thousand Demon Sect's physical training undergone an overhaul? It's progressing so fast. Look at her face. It's an old injury, not a new one. It must be due to an overhaul."
"Thousand Demons Sect has an individual cultivator named Liu Bailuo. His body is very scary. I heard that he was able to withstand the thunder calamity with his physical body at Feilong Pass, and he used purple thunder to punch wantonly among the ferocious beasts."
"With such ferocity, I'm afraid he may become a Five Realm body cultivator in a hundred years."
The young monk in the wine shop was hanging upside down from the eaves, with his green shirt hanging upside down. He smiled and said to the middle-aged monk next to him who was also hanging upside down on the eaves: "It's better for children to fight, and for overhauls to fight with lightning." Lei Chi, suddenly I don’t know what step I have reached, but this punch to the flesh is still exciting.”
The middle-aged monk squinted his eyes and whispered, "I think my drunkard's intention is not to drink!"
The young monk raised his head and glanced at the plump breasts of the female cultivator beneath him. His black hair was pouring out, and one of them was like a flood breaking through a bank, sinking into the dark valley.
"Hehe, brother, we are of the same kind!"
"My little brother is very talented!"
The two looked at each other and smiled, seeing through it without saying anything.
Shen Qiao was depressed. Every time he punched, it was like hitting cotton, so soft that he couldn't exert any strength. Occasionally, he punched Lin Yanli a few times, and most of the strength was taken away.
He dared to vouch for it. These days, Lin Yanli just stared at his boxing moves and learned how to defeat him ten times with one hand.
The senior who taught Lin Yanli the moves was truly a talent. It must have taken a lot of effort to train Lin Yanli, who was not very stable with his fists and feet, to this point.
Lin Yanli swayed from side to side, her palms like a violent storm, one after another, hitting Shen Qiao's chest, shoulders and other vital parts.
Shen Qiao did not hide or evade, and kept changing his hands to neutralize her attacks.
Seeing that his attack was not effective, Lin Yanli quickly changed his moves and added fists and palms together. It looked like he was hitting randomly, but there was a strange and inexplicable rhythm. Every hit contained a mysterious rhythm, as if An invisible pair of scissors cut away the fists around him and dug straight into his chest.
After throwing punches and receiving punches, there was no time to count the number of punches. Shen Qiao took advantage of the gap and punched Lin Yanli's forehead, breaking the protective aura and breaking the corners of Lin Yanli's eyebrows.
Lin Yanli gritted her teeth tightly and without blinking, she punched Shen Qiao's chin with her right fist.
This punch caused Shen Qiao to fall into a daze and fall on the water, his eyesight turning black and his head buzzing.
There are some parts of the human body that, although not fatal, can often hit people hard if hit.
The chin is a special place. Not only is it safer than the back of the head, but it can also easily knock someone unconscious.
In many boxing matches on Blue Star, many famous boxers use this technique to "KO" their opponents.
And Lin Yanli's punch could be regarded as teaching Shen Qiao a life lesson.
Fortunately, Shen Qiao was physically strong and was able to take Lin Yanli's punch without passing out on the spot.
The so-called, take advantage of his illness to kill him.
Lin Yanli took the opportunity to jump up, rushed forward, raised his legs, hit Shen Qiao with a knee, broke through Shen Qiao's defense, and slapped Shen Qiao on the back of the head with his backhand.
Although hitting the back of the head is relatively dangerous, this risk is not dangerous for Shen Qiao. On the contrary, if he does not hit the back of the head and waits for Shen Qiao to recover, it will be troublesome for Lin Yanli.
Shen Qiao received a heavy slap from Lin Yanli, rolled his eyes, and fell straight into the lake.
The pair of sun and moon chasing Lin Yanli's flying sword in the lake immediately changed direction at this moment, lifted up the sunken bridge, and carried the natal flying sword together to lift the sunken bridge to the shore.
Lin Yanli put one hand behind his back, fished it out with his right hand, and put the two flying swords in the water into his sleeves. He walked to the shore with his little hands and whispered: "The real masters often win the battle in the simplest way. ."
She grinned and smiled at the girl on the eaves in the distance, opening her mouth slightly as if to say, "Thirteenth."