The moment the red fist light hit, Tie Yunge, who was originally as motionless as an iron tower, kicked his feet. The people nearby felt that the ground seemed to be shaking, and then they saw Tie Yunge chasing the red fist light, as if it was as fast as a cannonball.

This domineering and iron-blooded aura caused an uproar. As soon as an expert takes action, he will know if it is there. With this punch alone, countless warriors at the peak of the True Qi Realm are overshadowed by it.

Miao Xiangjun, who was standing on the wooden board, did not see how he moved, so he soared up five feet. The place where he was standing was suddenly blown up by a fist light, and a column of water as thick as a water tank was shot out. Pieces of wood chips shot dozens of feet away, causing everyone on the shore to use their skills to resist.

In the air, Miao Xiangjun copied the right hand and pulled out the weapon at his waist.

Judging from the appearance before, Zhuo Mufeng always thought it was a sword, but now he realized that he was wrong. The weapon looked like a sword but not a sword, and it was a strange sword from the Ohi Island Kingdom.

All this is a long story. Tie Yunge's punch had just been hit, and Miao Xiangjun was already in mid-air, with a knife in his hand, almost pinching the opportunity. He swept out a white flame sword light from his right arm.

An uproar!

A curling white mist suddenly appeared above the lake in the early winter morning, twisting with the flame sword light. As the cold and heat clashed, a continuous hissing sound was made, but it was far less than the sword light.

Before the scream could be heard, Tie Yunge, who was almost covered with white mist, couldn't even look at it, and roared. The sound quality condensed into a blood-red fist that was larger than before, three feet in size, and it was thrust through the white mist.

The two forces were entangled in the sky, and after a swelling, they exploded with a bang. The lake below suddenly pressed down, and then bounced up in a more intense form, exploding into thousands of raindrops. The originally calm lake also floated violently up and down, spreading dozens of meters away.

All the onlookers were shocked by this series of scenes!

If it were not seen with your own eyes, most people would not believe that this is the movement that martial artists in the True Qi Realm can create. Even ordinary Star Bridge Realm masters would never be able to do it.

Standing on the Mozhu Gang's swordsmanship platform, looking at the fierce battle below a group of six door detectives were speechless. Ling Fei, who was in charge, widened his eyes and murmured, "My good..."

Alongside it were the gang members of the Mozhu Gang. Shang Zirong, Zhang Lao, Ye Lao, and even Du Yuehong were all standing in the front row. Except for Du Yuehong, everyone was stunned and could not believe that this was the strength of a warrior in the True Qi Realm.

A deep worry suddenly appeared on Shang Zirong's fair and round face.

Xiao Niangpi has limited knowledge. She always thought that her senior brother's strength was pretty good, and she was invincible in Gusu City. Until now, when she saw the extraordinary martial arts of Tie Yunge and Miao Xiangjun, she realized how big the gap between her senior brother and these two people was.

She made up her mind secretly that when she saw her senior brother next time, she would definitely not let him run around. What if she met a master of this level? She didn't know how to die after fighting. She should live her own life as she pleases!

"kill!"

A roar shook all directions, and the iron cloud spear that condensed the fist with sound came out, with both fists, like lightning, and successively pounded blood-red fist lights, as if grenades exploded, attacking Miao Xiangjun on the opposite side wildly.

It is the iron blood boxing technique in the Iron Blood Sutra!

The air made a puff sound, and Miao Xiangjun dodged left and right, and the three-meter-high water column exploded, and was immediately penetrated by the more violent red fist light. The water column was reversed and interlaced, and the collision force generated was like a drum sound, shocking the heart.

Everyone had no doubt that the impact of the water pillar was enough to kill a low-level warrior in the True Qi realm, and the red fist of the initiator was even more messy and domineering, killing towards Miao Xiangjun without any signs or any fixed trajectory.

Direct, fierce and unreasonable, but this is the fighting style that makes many people watching the battle frightened and consciously replace Miao Xiangjun with themselves. They may be defeated immediately and there will be no second result.

Zhuo Mufeng was also secretly calculating and finally concluded that with his current strength, unless he continuously used the five-color sword energy and the Nine Ghosts' Great Movement, he would not be able to block the attack of Tie Yunge.

In other words, he is definitely not Tie Yunge's opponent now.

But if you think about it, you can understand that the Iron Blood Sutra is a top five-star martial art. Tie Yunge has practiced since childhood and has many resource assistance. With extraordinary talent, it is not an exaggeration to have such strength.

How long have I been practicing seriously?

Tie Yunge's offensive became increasingly fierce, and the lethality shown by the blood-red fist light should be extremely exhausted. But so far, Tie Yunge has been using it wildly without any sign of exhaustion.

Seeing Zhuo Mufeng's face full of confusion, Meng Jiuxiao remembered that before leaving, Wu Guanting wanted to mention his adopted son.

He then took the initiative to speak, "After the Iron Blood Meridian reaches the first level of Blood Moyun Cliff, the blood and energy increase greatly. The Iron Blood Fist technique is activated by blood and internal force. As long as the blood and energy do not dissipate, it can be continuously used."

Zhuo Mufeng was stunned and looked at Meng Jiuxiao. He didn't know if the other party was talking to him specifically, and he couldn't care so much. He opened his mouth and said, "Uncle Meng, in your opinion, with the strength of Tie Yunge, how many times can he use this kind of boxing technique?"

Meng Jiuxiao didn't expect that this kid would hit the snake and stick, and he didn't recognize his life at all, so he had to say, "It's okay for hundreds of times, and as long as he rests for a while, the lost blood will be immediately replenished, and he can continue to use it until he is exhausted."

Zhuo Mufeng looked at the fiercely fighting lake again and sighed, "Doesn't this mean that as long as you can't break the iron blood boxing technique, you will be beaten all the time?"

He once again refreshed his understanding of five-star martial arts. According to Meng Jiuxiao, the effect of the Iron Blood Sutra is too terrible.

Miao Xiangyu, who had a bad face, immediately frowned when he heard this, and snorted coldly, "Shut up your mouth and don't speak. No one thinks you are a mute. Open your eyes and look good!"

Zhuo Mufeng turned his head suddenly and saw Miao Xiangyu just staring ahead. The words of scolding seemed to come out casually, and he didn't take him seriously at all. He couldn't help but feel angry in his heart. But considering that the timing was wrong and there were many people, he forced himself to stop it and did not take it.

Miao Xiangyu's mouth curled a disdainful curve.

Perhaps others will be afraid of Zhuo Mufeng, the adopted son, but he is Miao Qingcheng's nephew. One of them recognized halfway through the road, while the other has a real blood relationship. Is it worth mentioning which one is closer?

In his eyes, Zhuo Mufeng is just a wild dog who wants to make a name for himself by relying on the halo of the Three Jiang League. What qualifications does this person have to comment on this battle?

If the time is not right, he must teach this wild dog a lesson!

Meng Jiuxiao, Huawei Peak, and Lan Xiang all frowned secretly when they heard it, feeling that Miao Xiangyu's words had gone a little.

Not to mention hurting people, let alone not looking at monks and Buddhas’ faces. In such occasions, if you don’t take Zhuo Mufeng seriously, it means not taking Sanjiang League seriously.

Wu Yuanyuan's eyes fell on Zhuo Mufeng's side face. Seeing that her expression was cold and resolute, she could not see joy, anger, sorrow, and happiness, so she couldn't help but grit her teeth.

"Tieyunge, be careful."

At this moment, Miao Xiangjun, who had been in a defensive state, suddenly shouted in a deep voice, held the handle of the knife in both hands, and retreated straightly, a layer of twisted transparent flame appeared on the surface of his body.

The blood-red fist light that attacked from all directions merged into the transparent flame and immediately twisted, with a sharp reduction in speed and could only slowly approach forward.

Before he could touch Miao Xiangjun's body, Miao Xiangjun's momentum had already condensed and slashed forward with a knife.

A terrible thing happened. The transparent flames and blood-red fist light all rushed into the blade, turning into a light red flame sword light and slashing towards the Iron Cloud Ghost. The momentum was extremely fast. Wherever they passed, the blood-red fist light was divided into two halves.

It is the first suffering of the Eight Suffering Divine Arts, the fire of the Five Aggregations, which can absorb the power of the opponent. This sword is equivalent to fusion of the power of two great heroes, and the lethality shocked everyone around.

The sword light was fleeting, and Tie Yunge's eyes seemed to be unable to react. His arms crossed in front of him, and a layer of rich red blood energy became substantial and lingered around him.

A loud pounding sound!

The red blood was torn apart, followed by a hissing burning sound. The sword light went forward and slashed directly at Tie Yunge's head, unstoppable.

No one expected that Tie Yunge, who had an advantage before, fell into an absolute crisis in the blink of an eye.

It is just a matter of the fact that the situation changes too quickly, which makes people caught off guard. On the other hand, it also proves that Miao Xiangjun is terrible. If he doesn't move, he will be astonishing as he moves, and he will never give his opponent a chance to resist.

Miao Xiangyu laughed loudly. Before the laughter had spread, she suddenly saw Tie Yunge shaking all over her body at the critical moment. Drops of blood squeezed out of the pores on her body, and quickly condensed into a ball of blood ball the size of an adult fist. Under the pull of the rolling blood, it turned into a substantial fist and hit it out.

The unique skill of iron-blooded fist technique, blood-clotting fist!

Boom...

The red light turned into ripples and burst into flames around. The lake surface within a radius of dozens of meters was rising and falling, and then it spread to the outside in circles until it was a hundred meters away.

"cut!"

Everyone was shocked by Tie Yunge's methods, with almost no gap, and an intermittent yellow sword light from bottom to top.

At the end of the sword light, Miao Xiangjun pointed his feet on the lake surface, soared up, leading the sword light to draw a crescent moon arc. It was clearly slashing from the left to the Tieyun Ge, but the sword light appeared on the right. The strange changes made people's scalp numb and they couldn't figure it out.

Life and death are only a moment, and at this moment, I don’t know how many people are suffocating from Miao Xiangjun’s knife.

"If you ask for it, you can't get it, it's just a matter of fact!"

Xing Qianren, who came from protecting Tie Yunge, changed his expression and saw that this was the second suffering of the Eight Tribulation Divine Arts. Unexpectedly, Miao Xiangjun had such a high understanding and realized the second suffering in less than twenty years old.

Ke Junxia clenched his fists. He was defeated by Miao Xiangjun's six moves, but he had never seen this move. I don't know if the other party kept his hand or if he had another breakthrough recently.

A knife like a magical stroke finally changed Tie Yunge's face, and his pupils suddenly shrank into a needle eye.

In almost a moment, he made an amazing move, without dodging or avoiding, his body rotated rapidly in place, and his blood and energy then rolled into a red tornado that was sharp at the top and bottom and expanded in the middle.

Hilara...

The angle of the sword light changed again, turning from the right side to the left, and cutting quickly, which shocked a few warriors who thought they could dodge and sweated down coldly.

If they were really the same, I was afraid they had already been hit at this moment. Compared with the two, it would prove that Tie Yunge's calmness and calmness was more and more. This instant choice reflects the level of combat talent, which I can't even learn.

In another burst of explosion, the sword light and the red tornado dissipated at the same time. Miao Xiangjun did not give Tie Yunge a chance at all. The third knife continued to slash out, and his face turned pale due to the continuous consumption.

This is his strongest sword. After all his energy, he only needs to win at any cost!

Tie Yunge, who was retreating, opened his mouth and bleed, his black clothes were dyed red, but his eyes became extremely crazy, and he laughed out loud, and he only used a pair of flesh fists to pound it out. His momentum increased instead of decreasing, reaching an unprecedented peak.
Chapter completed!