Compared with Xuanwumen, there is not much controversy.

Because this sect has been passed down for too long.

In the martial arts world, it is necessary to say which one has the best defense.

Undoubtedly, there will only be one answer, within the same rank, the defense of the Xuanwu Sect is almost invincible.

No one can compare to the defense of the Xuanwu Gate.

The Xuan-rank peak martial artists of this sect exert defense, and they are all able to withstand the heavy blows of the ground-level junior martial artists.

It is conceivable what a terrible opponent the Osmanthus faction encountered when it first appeared.

However, it is different from what everyone thinks.

Li Qianqian, Xiaohu and Tie Shan did not have any fear.

On the contrary, they are all eager to try.

Especially Xiaohu and Li Qianqian.

None of them have done it.

I don't know what my limits are.

They were very happy to be able to face the martial artists of the same rank.

On the opposite side of the Iron Mountain are the mid-level martial artists of the ground level.

Although he was higher than him, he didn't panic.

He is confident that he is stronger than his opponent in terms of martial arts and experience.

That's enough.

First of all, under the watchful eye of a thousand people, Xiaohu stepped into the ring, and opposite him was an equally young martial artist.

Cultivation is the same, the peak of the Yellow Order.

In another place, opposite Li Qianqian, there is a middle-aged man with a deep breath in his body, and he also faintly breaks through the barrier of the Xuan Rank.

Counting up, this middle-aged man is a martial artist who has surpassed the peak of the Xuan Rank, reaching the half-step level.

"Little girl, I advise you to surrender, your fists and feet are eyeless, I don't want to shave your tender little face. ”

Looking at Li Qianqian, who was pink, Wang Ping smiled lightly.

"Heh, I heard that the turtle shell of your Xuanwu Gate is very hard, and today I want to break it. ”

Li Qianqian smiled coldly, after reading that booklet, she also had some understanding of Xuanwumen.

Among them, the disciples of the Xuanwu Sect will learn the Xuanwu Spirit.

This is a super defensive exercise.

And if you choose defensive techniques, you will naturally be slightly weaker in other aspects.

This is an opportunity for Li Qianqian.

Primary defense, secondary attack.

She had nothing to fear.

And the defense of the basalt spirit may not be able to block the monk's aura.

Today's Li Qianqian is a second-level monk who practices qi.

At some point, she was able to condense an immeasurable sword qi, which was actually something that a Xuan-level martial artist could resist.

"A girl with sharp teeth and sharp teeth, her hair has not grown even before she comes out to challenge her predecessors, today I not only make you despair about the future, but also make the osmanthus pie collapse before it screams!"

Wang Ping hates others the most for saying that Xuanwu is a turtle, and today someone is not long-eyed, he is absolutely not polite.

"Hmph!

Without further ado, Li Qianqian snorted coldly, and the immeasurable sword technique was suddenly transported.

When he landed, the aura was wanton, breaking through the dantian and flowing in the meridians of the whole body.

"Xuanwu strike!"

Wang Ping had already prepared, and the starting point was the Xuanwu Martial Arts Peerless Martial Arts.

I saw a phantom appear above his fist.

This phantom sometimes froze, and sometimes disappeared.

It could be seen that it was a thick palm, with slender claws, and the air that resisted was scratched by the sharp teeth and made a piercing sound.

"Li Qianqian, calm down!

Li Qianqian took a deep breath and divided her palm, which was familiar with the gossip palm style of bone marrow.

Qi traveled through a hundred veins, converging his palms, feeling the power transmitted in his palms, Li Qianqian's feet moved.

Suddenly, both palms shook the Xuanwu strike.

Knock knock!

One is a Xuanwu attack, and the other is a gossip divergence.

The power aroused by the two made the onlookers dumbfounded.

In their imagination, Li Qianqian should be a relatively cowardly woman.

But she didn't expect that in the face of the peak martial artist of the Xuan Rank, she would be so calm.

And the martial arts displayed were able to shake together with the Xuanwu Sect's martial arts without falling behind.

Bang bang!!

After several consecutive encounters, Li Qianqian was shocked several meters away by a force.

As she imagined, the martial artists of the Xuanwu Sect, no matter what kind of martial arts they used, had extremely strong defensive power.

"Tsk, that's fragile. ”

Wang Ping put away his claws and looked at Li Qianqian contemptuously.

"Hmph, take care of yourself, this trick will make your turtle shell crack!"

Drink!

With a condensation, Li Qianqian used Bai Lili's extreme tricks for the first time.

"Falling moon and flowing water!"

Water has the power of softness, and strong punches in the water will be strongly resisted.

Seeing Li Qianqian's moves, Xia Liu nodded with satisfaction.

Xuanwu Sect is the power of the Yang attribute, and it is hard, unless the identity of the monk is exposed, it will be difficult for Li Qianqian to get benefits.

However, the Water-based Martial Arts attack is different.

It is most suitable to break the rigidity with softness.

The tricks of flowing water came out one after another, and the smooth body technique made the onlookers stunned.

They couldn't imagine that a female warrior could make such a bewitching attack posture.

"Hehe, that Xuanjie woman is going to lose, and in this case, she still wants to look good and doesn't pay attention to strength. ”

"Well, I also think so, for the martial artists of the Xuanwu Sect, if you don't focus on your strength, you are simply looking for death. ”

"Hey, osmanthus pie, maybe it's really just a flash in the pan. ”

……

In the face of the exclamations of many onlookers, Li Qianqian was unmoved, all she had to do was to defeat Wang Ping with her familiar palm.

"The posture is good-looking, but the strength is too poor!"

With a serious voice, Wang Ping once again used his Xuanwu Martial Arts.

But this time he was a little surprised.

When facing Li Qianqian's palm, he had an indescribable sense of pinching.

His fist was like a blow in the clear water, and there was no force at all to continue to advance.

Moreover, what he doesn't pinch is that he holds a sword in his right hand, while his opponent is a left-handed sword.

This feeling became more and more nervous as the fist continued to bombard.

In front of Li Qianqian, he didn't have any confidence at all.

On the other hand, Li Qianqian, sweat swayed in the air, and the palm of flowing water made one move after another.

Boom!

In the end, the fist path took a soft blow to the chaotic Wang Ping's abdomen.

The muffled sound rang, and Wang Ping retreated for more than ten meters.

Although this palm is very soft, the power in it, only Wang Ping knows, this is definitely a power beyond the peak of the Xuan Rank!

"I underestimated you......"

Before Wang Ping's words were finished, Li Qianqian's pretty face had already come to him.

His pupils suddenly shrank at this point.

Not only him, but even the warriors watching the battle were dumbfounded.

The identity of Li Qianqian's exhibition just now is almost to the extreme, and the ring is full of afterimages.

Boom!

The soft jade palm was close to Wang Ping's chest.

The gentle voice was faint and distant, and I saw Wang Ping fall under the ring in an upside-down flying posture.

The audience was silent, and they were all shocked by the speed and strength shown by Li Qianqian.

Without waiting for the onlookers to react, on the other side of the battlefield, Tie Shan withdrew his heavy fist, and calmly looked at the middle-level martial artist who fell into the ring......