Li Qingyang used this kind of spiritual power-type martial art, and he was immediately shocked.

"It's incredible!" the Night Emperor was also shocked.

He had cultivated many spiritual power-type martial arts in his previous life, and he knew that this kind of martial art was disadvantaged, and it was extremely spiritually energy-consuming.

For example, the Stormy Sun and Moon Slash that he had cultivated was also a spiritual power-type martial art, and the conditions must reach the Martial Saint, and one move would consume nearly sixty percent of the cyclone's energy.

What about Li Qingyang?

Just by raising his hands and feet, he cut out three streamers, and the process is not too easy!

The Burst Fist just now, and now I slash, deeply shocked Ye Xingchen and made him realize that the Iron Bone Sect's martial arts skills are very good!

"Breaking through to a martial apprentice and cultivating the martial arts of this sect is much stronger than cultivating the martial arts of this emperor. He said secretly.

Ye Xingchen, who was originally only interested in the Yi Jin Sutra, also had a strong affection for the Burst Fist and My Slash.

"Brush!"

"Brush!"

"Brush!"

On the martial arts field, three crescent moon streamers burst out in different trajectories.

Mo Shangfei, who had just stabilized his body, suddenly changed his face, and hurriedly cast his Wind Fist to meet him.

"Bang!

The two fists collided with the crescent moon streamer coming from the left and right, and the arms trembled violently, and there was a pain as if the muscles had been torn!

Mo Shangfei didn't have time to grin his teeth, because the third crescent moon streamer rushed close to the ground, dragging a ninety-degree arc from bottom to top, and slammed it on his chin.

"Brush!"

Driven by a strong force, his entire body flew up, and finally fell heavily to the ground, a mouthful of blood spurting out.

Being able to block two of my slashes, this disciple of the Holy Spring Sect has performed very well.

However, the third angle is tricky, and there is no way to dodge.

"Yes...... Damn ......" Mo Shangfei wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth and stood up, it seemed that his body was very strong, and he was only slightly injured when he was hit.

This is because Li Qingyang did not fully explode his spiritual power, otherwise, if he just resisted me with his fists, he would end up with broken bones.

The faces of the three elders suddenly fell.

I thought that the disciples of this sect could easily defeat their opponents, but I didn't expect to be injured by the martial arts that were performed one after another.

Qin Haoran said: "Although the spiritual power-type martial art is strong, the disadvantage is that it cannot last, and the disciples of the Holy Spring Sect can resist it, so there is nothing to be afraid of." ”

"If you perform three moves in a row, the disciples of the Iron Bone Sect will definitely consume a lot, and they will definitely be exhausted if they continue to fight. ”

These hundred sect alliance bosses seemed to be talking about themselves, but their voices were very loud, obviously reminding the inner disciples of the Holy Spring Sect not to be impatient and slowly consume him.

There is no need to remind him, Mo Shangfei also knows the weaknesses of spiritual power-type martial arts.

He shook his arms and said with a cold gaze: "I was careless just now, and I let you seize the opportunity." ”

This is serious, and it is no longer underestimated.

The fifth elder plucked out his ears and grinned, "The show has just begun. ”

"Not bad. ”

Jun Chang shook his legs with a smile, picked his nose and said, "The show has just begun." ”

"Brush!"

After the adjustment, Mo Shangfei rushed again, and the Wind Fist was unleashed, and the speed was obviously much faster than just now, and more than ten fist shadows suddenly appeared, and the power was quite explosive!

"Bang! bang!"

Li Qingyang's burst fist unfolded, the sound of firecrackers, and the sound of fist confrontation were transmitted together, and the faint spiritual power rippled in the space like ripples!

In just a moment, the two fought dozens of moves with fists!

The dust under his feet collided constantly, forming a whirlpool around him, and rolling up the residual leaves, tearing them into strips.

"Bang!"

The two punched each other again, each retreating four or five meters.

Li Qingyang's ten fingers were stretched, and his arm was numb from the shock.

Mo Shangfei is not much better.

This kind of fierce confrontation is simply equivalent to a stone hitting a stone, and hurting the enemy as well as hurting oneself.

"It seems that it is difficult to tell the winner in a short period of time. ”

"It's really strange that a fourth-grade martial artist can be on par with an eighth-grade martial artist!"

"The quality of the fist technique performed by the disciples of the Iron Bone Sect is not low, otherwise they would have been defeated a long time ago. ”

"The disciples of the Holy Spring Sect have a high realm, and the spiritual energy in the cyclone is majestic, so there is definitely no problem in fighting a protracted battle. ”

"The hands of the disciples of the Iron Bone Sect are trembling, in my opinion, these dozens of moves, the spiritual energy in the dantian cyclone has already consumed seven or eight out of ten. ”

"Brush!"

Li Qingyang waved his knife and said, "I'll cut it!"

"Whoa—"

The crescent moon burst out.

He...... Can you also use spiritual power-type martial arts?

The heads of the various factions who were discussing saw the streamer rushing over, and one by one they were stupid on the spot.

"I'll cut it!"

"I'll cut it!"

In a very short time, Li Qingyang waved his hand again, slashed out two crescent moon streamers, slapped the faces of a group of bigwigs with practical actions, and told them that my spiritual energy is sufficient.

"Bang! bang!"

Mo Shangfei was vigilant, and immediately stepped on his body to dodge, and three streamers slammed into the stone slabs one after another, shattering them.

This time, Li Qingyang is unforgiving!

Taking advantage of the opponent's escape, he turned sideways, as if playing table tennis, he kept making a chopping pose, and one after another crescent moon streamers shot out.

“......”

Looking at the martial arts arena, the crescent moon streamer flew in different arcs in front of him, and the expressions on the faces of the Qin Alliance Lord and the martial artists of various factions stiffened.

A high-consumption spiritual power-type martial art, thrown out with a wave of your hand, the picture is simply terrifying!

Although Mo Shangfei tried to show his coquettish position in the sword light and sword shadow, after only dodging three streamers, he was ruthlessly hit on his face, shoulders, hands, and feet by the follow-up streamers......

"Poof!"

In the end, after being bombarded, he fell to the ground on all fours, spurting blood from his side face, and the person rolled his eyes and passed out.

Li Qingyang's formation of my slash, although the strength is not strong, but it can't stand the bombardment, let alone the eighth-grade martial arts, even the ninth-grade martial arts can't bear it at all.

"Win!"

"Second Senior Brother, win!"

Su Xiaomo and Tian Qi jumped up excitedly.

Although Lu Qianqian's face was expressionless, she secretly said in her heart: "After I go back, I have to cultivate my ......."

This woman, like Night Xingchen, is only interested in the Yi Jin Sutra, and as for the Burst Fist and my slash, although she had it early, she never went to practice.

Seeing that his senior brother had won, Xiao Sinji raised his head slightly, and his index finger was released from the trigger.

He was always on high alert, and if the battle just now was not conducive to the second senior brother, he would definitely be killed at the first time.

"Brother Night. ”

Xiao Sinji grinned and said, "Second Senior Brother has won!"

"Cut. The cold Night Emperor said disdainfully: "Winning an eight-rank martial artist, are you so happy?"

His mood was not shocked, because he had not yet integrated himself into the Iron Bone Sect, and he did not have the sense of honor of that sect.

Xiao Sinji is different, he identifies with the Iron Bone Faction, identifies with the master, and identifies with all the senior brothers and disciples, so the joy brought by Li Qingyang's victory is no weaker than his own victory in battle.

"Oops. ”

Jun Chang stood up with a smile and said apologetically: "The fists and feet have no eyes, and it is really a little embarrassing to beat the disciples of your sect like this." ”

The disciples of the Holy Spring Sect standing on the left side had angry eyes, and some of them had their hands on the hilt of their swords.

Lu Qianqian took two steps forward, side by side with the head of the sect, her jade hand was also on the hilt of the sword, and her starry eyes flashed with coldness.

Sister Qian, who is not ruthless in society, does not talk much!

Su Xiaomo and Tian Qi also leaned over, their hands on the Han Feng sword, glaring angrily, not showing weakness at all.

Xiao Sinji leaned towards the Eightfold Realm again, and the crosshair locked on the head of the disciple of the Holy Spring Sect closest to the master, as long as he dared to take a step, he would immediately shoot his head.

The tension is tense and the atmosphere is solemn!!