Amid the ticking sound of water, Qiu Qianren seemed to be stunned and stood there. However, his chest was rising and falling higher and higher, and his blood color suddenly rose, but in an instant, it was replaced by the cold metallic luster.

After a long time, he finally turned his head, his blade-like eyes straight out of the room, Luo Yuchen at the top of the pine tree pierced straight: "You are looking for death!" The sound seemed to be infected, full of metal friction texture. Before he finished speaking, Qiu Qianren had suddenly rushed out of the door and bumped into Luo Yuchen like a shell! [bsp;    Before the person arrived, the palm wind that condensed like a substance was pressed down on his head like a copper wall! Luo Yuchen only felt a suffocation in his chest, and immediately knew that this palm could not be connected hard, so he heard him snorting, flip the long sword in his hand, and gently drew a circle, not only cutting the solid palm wind that was as one, but also swinging to the side and swaying. His own body shook slightly, and with a brush, it shifted about a meter away to the side, landing on another pine tree!

"Bang!" A dull loud bang erupted, and the palm force that was drawn away by Luo Yuchen slammed firmly on the pine tree he had just stood on. There was almost no resistance. The thick crown was blown open two basin-sized holes, and the pine branches like umbrella covers were immediately broken. Moreover, this was not the end. Qiu Qianren, whose palm wind was removed, did not hit the pine tree. Instead, he saw him in the air without any force. He twisted his body suddenly and turned around. He slightly pointed his feet on the broken pine branches, and changed his direction of progress and chased Luo Yuchen again!

"Good light skills, it is indeed worthy of being the reputation of floating on the iron palm water!" Luo Yuchen raised his brows, made a mistake, and flashed out in the middle of inability to send out. He ran as fast as a flat ground on the soft and almost impossible pine forest cover: "It just so happens that I am more confident in my light skills. Why not, we are in this air, how about we fight with our pine needles?"

Before Qiu Qianren could answer, Luo Yuchen's figure suddenly folded, and he flashed back from more than ten meters away with a row of afterimages. He trembled his hand and stabbed his side ribs. As the sword shook, a clear green light suddenly lit up, and he couldn't breathe on the tip of the sword, bringing a great surprise to Qiu Qianren! However, even though his face changed rapidly, Qiu Qianren still closed his mouth tightly and did not speak. He saw his steps keep rising with his right hand, but suddenly a sound of his left palm, like a soft whip without joints, drew a huge arc from under his right hand, and hit Luo Yuchen's sword obliquely!

"Bang!" Amid the crisp sound of gold and iron clashing, a little spark even splashed out from Luo Yuchen's sword. This fact further strengthened Luo Yuchen's idea of ​​not being able to confront Qiu Qianren head-on. When he saw his figure swaying slightly, he slid out from afar before Qiu Qianren turned around and chased him...

After a while of fighting, Qiu Qianren had to admit bitterly that he had indeed lost in the light skills he was proud of. At this moment, he no longer futilely circled with Luo Yuchen, and saw him stomping his feet and breaking a thick pine branch and falling to the ground. Then, he suddenly raised his hand and slapped the thick pine tree beside him.

The pine tree as thick as a bowl immediately shook violently, and countless pine needles fell like rain. When Qiu Qianren took back his hand, two more edges on the trunk had already appeared on the tree trunk, neatly penetrated the tree's depth to maintain the complete palm prints! And when this palm was slapped, the increasingly rich metallic luster on Qiu Qianren's face finally dissipated, but in contrast, his complexion became a little dim. When Luo Yuchen jumped down from the top of the tree, he saw a thin layer of sweat oozing out of his body, emitting a faint smell of rust...

"Who is the one who you are? Why did you break into my Iron Palm Gang at night, and interrupt me to practice at the most critical moment? Do you know that by your interruption, my Iron Palm Kung Fu will be regressed for at least a year!" At the beginning, Qiu Qianren was calm, but when he said that his Kung Fu was regressing, his eyes were covered with ferocious murderous intent: "If you don't give me a satisfactory explanation, then you won't go down the mountain alive no matter what!"

"Oh? After all my tossing, my year-long skills have been dissipated?" In the sneer, regret was beyond words. Qiu Qianren's face suddenly turned pale, but before he could speak, Luo Yuchen had already leaned over and rushed towards him again. In the blink of an eye, the Blood Shadow Sword had been handed to him! Qiu Qianren snorted coldly and took a breath. His chest immediately collapsed backwards, just passing Luo Yuchen's sword. At the same time, his hands suddenly raised and closed in the middle. He heard a "bang" sound, and the sword body of the Blood Shadow Sword was tightly clamped!

"Huh?" He put his hands together and used his internal strength to rush forward. A look of surprise flashed across Qiu Qianren's face: "You actually have only six-star cultivation?" Then, his eyes naturally fell on the Blood Shadow Sword in his hand: "Haha, I thought you were here to make trouble, but I didn't expect that they were coming to give gifts! Okay, boy, don't worry, I will accept this magical sword, as a reward, I will give you a whole body later!"

"Hey, I'm so arrogant!" To Qiu Qianren's surprise, under the oppression of his internal power, Luo Yuchen did not look completely powerless, and could even speak up and argue with him with ease! Subconsciously, a trace of unknown premonition flashed through Qiu Qianren's heart, but it was too late. "Indeed, I came to you specifically because of this magic sword, but I was not giving gifts, but wanted to borrow some blood from the leader Qiu to sacrifice my magic sword for blood!"

Before he finished speaking, Luo Yuchen's temperament changed suddenly, and Qiu Qianren also felt that the internal force he had emitted disappeared without a trace as if he had entered the sea! In this shock, it was really extraordinary. He saw him shouting loudly and he was about to pull his hands back. However, in this moment, Luo Yuchen's true energy suddenly changed again, and he heard a "sneer" sound, and a sword light shot out and suddenly penetrated into Qiu Qianren's chest!

"You, are you a human or a ghost, what kind of magic do you use?" Qiu Qianren, who flashed and retreated more than ten meters away, did not care about the wound gushing blood on his chest. Instead, he cared more about the fact that his internal force had lost control and disappeared at the moment just now.

"Oh..." Luo Yuchen sighed with regret. Qiu Qianren was a congenital master after all, and his ability to perceive danger was beyond ordinary people's imagination. Although the attack just now was indeed unexpected, he reacted at the last moment and slightly moved away from the vital points. Therefore, although he was bleeding profusely, he was actually just a little skin trauma.

Of course, being able to stab a innate master in one move can be considered an amazing feat. Luo Yuchen's feeling of regret lasted for only a short moment and was suppressed by him. Then, his face changed to a look of regret and contempt, and shook his head and said, "Oh, it's so sad, it's so sad. It's only been more than a hundred years. No one knows the Beiming Divine Art that was famous in the world and was so powerful that he was everywhere. Even a top warrior like Mr. Qiu only regards it as a magic trick. It's so sad and lamentable..."

"Bei Ming Divine Art?" Qiu Qianren frowned and pondered for a moment. He was excited. He closed the acupoints on his chest and stopped the bleeding. Then he became full of fighting spirit: "Okay, I want to thank you for helping me. However, since it is not a magic trick, I have nothing to be afraid of... Of course, God has the virtue of being a good person, and I am not willing to commit more murder. As long as you leave this sword and write me a copy of the secret book of the Bei Ming Divine Art, how about I let you go down the mountain?"

"Hahahahahahahahahahaha..." The answer to Qiu Qianren was this series of long smiles that almost made Luo Yuchen breathless. Luo Yuchen really felt ridiculous: "Master Qiu, until now, it seems that he has always gained the upper hand. Why don't you think about what kind of price you can spend to buy your life back, but the lion spoke up. Could it be that I am so scared like this?"

"Hmph, I don't know how to lift up!" Amidst a sarcasm, Qiu Qianren's face was as dark as the bottom of the pot. He didn't speak any more, and he slapped his palms and rushed forward again! Luo Yuchen didn't say much, and raised his sword to meet him. However, after a few moves of the fight, Luo Yuchen's ears suddenly moved slightly and pulled away without hesitation. Qiu Qianren was stunned with a palm, and then he roared and chased after him: "Boy, aren't you very crazy? Why did you escape in the panic? If you have the habit, just stand your foot and fight with me for three hundred rounds..."

"Hmph, I'm a little strange. I wonder if Qiu Qianren, your iron palm can break your face? You, a great master of the innate realm, fight me, an ordinary warrior with a six-star cultivation level, and even secretly ask someone to help you? Your face is so thick that it's really a certain level. It's really beyond the reach of us, the juniors in the world..."
Chapter completed!