Thirty-one, negotiation between the two tribes (five)

Therefore, since ancient times, no one can tell whether it is better than being broad or being broad than being grand, even a person in the swordsmanship usually says that one sword can break all the methods with one sword. However, the Tongtian Sect Master, who practiced the swordsmanship and created the unparalleled swordsmanship, can be said to be the most proficient in swordsmanship in the universe, but he did not defeat all other saints with his swordsmanship. It can be seen that even if he specializes in a certain skill, even if he reaches the highest level, he is not invincible.

Fang Qingjie smiled and said, "This topic is a matter of personal opinion. The philosophers of the Yanhuang clan have put this topic aside early in the morning. Whether it is to specialize in one subject or practice multiple subjects, they are all according to their own wishes and the elders do not interfere. I used to only practice swordsmanship, but later a master advised me to take swordsmanship as the foundation and learn multiple subjects, not to master them, but to understand and absorb other kung fu to practice. Therefore, I learned other things. Therefore, although I can do a little bit of various kung fu, I still practice swordsmanship. Five years ago, I had already entered the realm where everything can be a sword. Therefore, this problem of practicing both sides cannot bother me."

Shenyang's pupils also contracted. Fang Qingjie was much harder to deal with than he thought. I really don't know how he practiced at a young age. He had high cultivation and strong combat power. What's more important is that his heart was extremely firm. If such a person could survive, he would definitely become a great man in the future. "No matter how much he talked, it would be useless. Second Lieutenant Fang, let me learn about the realm of your sword." "Please." Both sides could not compete with each other in words. If they wanted to shake the other's beliefs and confidence, it would be impossible to see the truth in their hands.

After Cara Roosevelt announced the start of the third game, he stepped aside. Shenyang's body moved, and the divine light flashed under his feet. He had a heavy punch with his right hand hit Fang Qingjie's face. It was so fast, so crazy, and so domineering. But seeing the fist as fast as lightning, there was a faint white light shining on the fist, emitting an extremely powerful energy fluctuation. The power of this punch alone was definitely no less than the full-strength attack of a level ten-level master.

Fang Qingjie sat down on the horse, swung his right fist, and fought against Shenyang's punch from the front. The two fists intersected, Shenyang felt something was wrong. Fang Qingjie's punch was too great, it was simply a force that was inhuman, and this power was even greater than him. As a result, he was shocked to retreat four or five steps. As soon as he withdrew from these four or five steps, the left fist hit Fang Qingjie's chin from bottom to top and hit the air, causing him to lose his budget.

Not only is the strength, Shenyang is very clear. On his fist, he also has the Lieguang Battle Qi that he has practiced hard for nearly two hundred years. The power of Lieguang Battle Qi is better than anyone else. It is the terrifying magical power second only to the Holy Punishment God Light among the Divine Light clan. The power of Lieguang Battle Qi lies in the fact that it is the most yang and strong, with a terrifying high temperature. Once it is spread on the surface of his fist, it can make his fist harder than ordinary artifacts. It is precisely because of the protection of Lieguang Battle Qi that his fist can resist any weapon. Not only ordinary weapons cannot break their fist, but on the contrary, if you punch it, you can even smash the weapon, and even if it cannot be broken, it can melt it. Lieguang Battle Qi is so terrible, otherwise it will not become one of the magical powers of the Shenguang Clan's tribe.

However, the Lieguang Battle Qi hit Fang Qingjie's fist without any effect. It seemed that Fang Qingjie's fist was not afraid of high temperature at all. At the same time, there was a special energy from Fang Qingjie's fist. This energy could actually break the defense of the Lieguang Battle Qi and make his fist feel pain. This was really incredible. Fang Qingjie was indeed his biggest enemy.

Fang Qingjie waved his right hand at this time, and was amazed in his heart: "Damn it, this guy's power is so great. I have used 80% of his power, and it is only a little stronger than him. If he still retains his strength, I am afraid that my power will not be able to suppress him. In addition, the Fierce Light Battle Qi just restrains my gold-type true energy, which makes me have to spend more true energy to block his battle Qi. If I fight for a long time, even if I have the Earth Return Yuan Jia, I am afraid I can't reply."

Shenyang's surprise was also a matter of momentum, and then he swung his fists and hit Fang Qingjie's face, chest and lower abdomen respectively. Fang Qingjie was not showing any weakness. He blocked the three fists in a row, fought each other with three fists, and the two of them stepped back several steps. Such a fight was the most intense. Both sides did not use any special footwork, but just fought hard.

"Sure enough, he still hides his strength. The power of these three punches has reached 90% of my strength. In addition, his fighting spirit is still above my true energy. If he uses all his strength, I can only match him at most. It's abominable. However, it's really my luck to be able to meet such an opponent. It's really hard to imagine that he is just a member of the Divine Light Clan, but he also has powerful power close to the Witch Clan. This talent is really amazing." Fang Qingjie was able to almost touch the bottom line of the Divine Yang.

"So strong, his power can actually be improved. Is this guy really a monk? How could he have such a terrible power? It seems that it is impossible to suppress him with power. How could the Yanhuang clan members have such power? It might be like this." Shenyang's thoughts turned and then said: "Second Lieutenant Fang, I didn't expect that you still have the bloodline of the witch clan on you."

All the people watching the game, including Kara Roosevelt, who was the referee, were shocked. The Witch Clan's bloodline? Fang Qingjie? That's really awesome. Fang Qingjie also knew that his bloodline could not be hidden in this way. After all, the Yanhuang Clan is known for various immortal techniques. In terms of strength, there are not many outstanding things except those who practice special martial arts, so he did not hide it. He nodded and said, "Yes, my mother is the direct descendant of the Witch Clan, so I also have half of the Witch Clan's bloodline. Therefore, my body is a bit different from other clans."

Shenyang was excited. For many years, there was no one who could compete with him. I didn’t expect to meet him today: “It turns out that. It really excites me to be able to fight you, who has the bloodline and inheritance of the witch clan. Second Lieutenant Fang, you have to be careful, I have to do my best.” “Let’s go over here. Although I am not a specialist in practicing the witch clan boxing, the witch clan boxing technique is not comparable to what you have learned.”

Shenyang rushed over, and his fists burst out like a meteor, straight punch, punch, left hook, right hook, etc. were used one by one. The fists were as fast as lightning, making people unable to see clearly. When using the fast punch to the fullest, ordinary people were afraid that they would be knocked into pieces if they could not block three punches.

Fang Qingjie made both fists and fists, and his fists were not slow either. After all, he was a master of swords. Which one of the masters of swords was slow to attack? Although he didn't use a sword, he was still slow to use a fist. Therefore, no matter which direction the Shenyang's fist attacked from, he blocked them one by one.

The sound of fists fighting came out, and the fighting energy on the fists fought against the true energy. The energy burst out was absolutely amazing. As the energy scattered, it hit the surrounding magic shield, causing a rippling ripples in the magic shield, which showed the power of the two of their fists.

There are not many skills in this kind of battle. It can be said that it is not much different from the fight between Manniu, but it is the most effective skill. Just now, Fang Qingjie and Yu Yang have fully demonstrated their understanding of various body techniques and laws when fighting each other. Shenyang is not much different from Yu Yang in this regard. He asked himself that he can't beat Fang Qingjie in this regard, so he simply doesn't use body techniques, just fight with fists. If he fights like this, he may have a chance of winning.

Someone from the spectator said, "What's wrong with the Holy Son of Shenyang? Why don't you use his divine light step? That's the strongest body technique he created. It's as fast as light. He will definitely win if he uses it." A master next to him snorted coldly and said, "If you don't understand, don't fart. The battle between them has reached another level. Whether the Holy Son of Shenyang or not uses the divine light step is the same. Therefore, the Holy Son of Shenyang simply doesn't use it."

"Why? Why don't I understand?" asked the person at the beginning, it's easy to learn. "So, in combat, most people only compete in various skills, to see who makes faster moves, more accurate attack points, more clever tricks, etc., just like the battle between Yuyang Shengzi and Fang Qingjie just now. Such a battle is competing with all the comprehensive factors such as body skills, wisdom, swordsmanship and law understanding. No matter which side is a little worse, they will be defeated. Such a battle can be called a skill-based battle."

"But, just like the battle between Yuyang Saint Son and Fang Qingjie just now, when both sides' skills have reached a certain level, no one can suppress each other in such a battle. In the end, both sides can only talk about harmony. If they insist on fighting again, the competition will be the physical strength of both sides and the holy energy in their bodies. Whoever cannot support their physical strength first, whoever consumes the holy energy first will be defeated. So, in the end, the competition between the two sides is still the quantity and quality of the body and holy energy."

"Since both sides have the same skills, in the end, they still compete in body and holy energy, it's better not to compete in skills. Just compete in body and holy energy. This is exactly the battle in front of the Holy Son of Shenyang. Such a battle has risen to another level, which we call endurance-type battle. Endurance-type battle is not a battle like ordinary people, but another level of battle after the skills are sublimated. People with less strength have no way to engage in such a battle. For people like me, the Holy Son of Shenyang only needs to use the divine light step, and one punch can knock me away. Therefore, endurance-type battle is a higher-level battle." "So that's it, I understand."

The two of them fought for another five minutes and had already fought thousands of punches. Suddenly, the two of them retreated. Shenyang gasped violently for a few breaths, then breathed calmly, and laughed and said, "It's so satisfying." Fang Qingjie was about the same. He smiled and said, "Not many people can fight so many punches with me. Shenyang Holy Son, you are the first one. It's amazing." "Then let's come back, it depends on who can't support it first."

The two of them once again fought together, and their fists were like meteors. The close-knit fight between the two sides was at the critical point. As long as one punch could not be held, they would be hit. One punch was not a joke, and it would definitely be severely damaged.
Chapter completed!