The punch broke through the wind, hitting the air around him, forming countless whirlpools.

With this punch, the outer disciple surnamed Zhou used all his strength to hit the essence of the Rolling Stone Fist.

Although it is not like the illusion of a rolling boulder before, it is condensed with strength, and the naïve innocence qi in the body is also fully promoted, and between the muscles and bones, there is a rumbling resonance sound.

He believed that even the Blue Wind Spirit, who was the number one in the outer gate, might not be able to take this punch.

Sure enough, seeing this punch, Yang Fan's eyes became a little more solemn.

With his eyesight, he can naturally see that this punch probably contains at least 15,000 catties of strength, although he is not afraid, but he will not be careless.

When inhaling, condensing, and exhaling, a punch burst out, and there was no sound of wind, but the fist was like a mountain, and with the heavy blood in the body, it seemed to break the heavens and the earth.

This punch came over, and the face of the outer disciple surnamed Zhou changed greatly, he only felt that this punch was like a small mountain pushing towards him, and he couldn't resist it at all, and he immediately regretted his actions.

However, although he is a small person, the little person also has the instinct to survive, even more so than some big people, I saw him clench his teeth, and all the true qi in his body suddenly burst out, and another punch was punched, hitting Yang Fan's face in a vulnerable place.

Physical cultivation, no matter how strong the physical cultivation is, it can't temper the head hard, do you dare to take my punch hard?

This is the inner thoughts of the outer disciple surnamed Zhou, his move is to encircle Wei to save Zhao, forcing Yang Fan to beg himself, so that he can avoid the heavy punch like a mountain.

But what he didn't expect was that he could change his moves, and Yang Fan could also change his moves.

I saw that Yang Fan's fist momentum changed, and the soft water fist technique was unleashed, and the blood in his body resounded, turning into bursts of tidal sounds, and it was easy to seal the two fists of the outer disciples surnamed Zhou.

Phew!

These two punches hit Yang Fan's arm and the back of his fist in no particular order, but the outer disciple surnamed Zhou felt that he had hit in the air, and then, a strong force came from the place of contact, and he flew out with shock.

Burst!

Blood spat out, and the outer disciple surnamed Zhou looked at Yang Fan in horror: "How is it possible!

Yang Fan didn't speak, just looked at him coldly, and felt a chill in his heart.

"Don't be complacent, you hurt me today, and someone will kill you!"

Thinking that Yang Fan was going to fight with Jin Siming tomorrow, he had the courage to put down this cruel sentence, so he crawled and escaped.

Yang Fan naturally wouldn't chase him, if he wanted to kill him, he didn't have to be in the True Martial Arts Sect and cause trouble, as for what he said that someone killed him, he was directly skipped by Yang Fan.

In this world where power is respected, it is actually very difficult to want others not to kill themselves.

As small as quarrels, as big as luck, treasure grabbing, hatred, can make people kill, although there are major forces to maintain the calm on the surface, but this is only the surface, the danger inside, Yang Fan, who has seen Li Changfeng's memory, how can he not know?

He could even guess that if this person wanted to kill himself, he would definitely sow discord and play a shady hand behind his back, but these Yang Fan were not afraid in his heart, if he had the opportunity, he was also ready to kill this person, but now, it was not a good time.

After the battle just now, he had a vague understanding in his heart, and naturally he would not let go of this opportunity to kill him.

Close your eyes and stand still.

In my mind, what I remember is the punch that defeated the enemy just now.

That punch, although it was a soft water fist method, but involuntarily, Yang Fan used the imperial power method when cultivating the forty-nine styles of the heavy sword, and this use suddenly opened a new door to martial arts for him.

The method can be universal, but what about sword moves?

Yang Fan had heard that there were powerful people, unrestrained moves, and all kinds of moves could be displayed at will, in the past, he always felt that there was no way to enter, even if he obtained Li Changfeng's memory, among them, the skills of martial arts were very few, and they couldn't help him much, but now, he felt in his heart, and felt that he seemed to be able to start with the heavy sword moves.

At the moment, Yang Fan felt that he could give it a try.

Doing it when you think of it is a good habit that Yang Fan has developed in martial arts.

I saw that his fist moved, and a punch came out, and an amazing breath came out of that punch.

The air between heaven and earth was pulled and turned into countless fist winds, which were very fierce.

But Yang Fan shook his head: "No, it's not like this, only its form, not its essence." ”

Immediately after, he threw another punch.

This time, the air around him still burst, but it was still not the change Yang Fan wanted.

In this way, Yang Fan did not go back to the main room to rest, the bed that was occupied, he would not sleep again, and in addition, he fell into a state of cultivation, Yang Fan has always been distracted, and it is precisely because of this that his progress will be so fast.

It's dawn.

A touch of fish belly white appeared in the sky, and then, the glow of the sun illuminated the earth, bringing vitality.

Yang Fan no longer punches, but stands still.

The essence of the forty-nine styles of heavy sword lies in the forty-nine sword intent, but the fist is not a sword after all, he can enter the sword intent, but he can't do the sword intent into the body.

"Unless I can truly master these sword intents, otherwise, my heavy sword fist technique can only be tangible and incorporeal. ”

Thinking about this, Yang Fan's mind also withdrew from his cultivation, and this night's perception was not for nothing, at least he had opened the door to the communication between fists and swords, and if he had the opportunity to comprehend the sword intent or fist intent in the future, then there would be no psychological barriers when used on the sword and fist.

And the thought of reaching the point of not sticking to moves and doing whatever you want, this level is the saddest.

After relaxing, Yang Fan felt extremely tired physically and mentally, this night, whether it was comprehension or trying to enter the sword intent, it consumed too much of his spirit, which could not be repaired by absorbing aura, just like it was impossible for a person to replace sleep with constant eating, and it was impossible for Yang Fan to be in cultivation all the time because he had the Seven Tricks Exquisite Heart.

Of course, with the nourishment of aura, the physical body is strong, and the spirit will also be beneficial, so Yang Fan can stay at the bottom of the blood cave and the cave of the pure yang sword immortal for two years and one month.

"It's dawn, stand on the Tiger King Pile, and recuperate. ”

The Tiger King Pile now has no effect of quenching bones, because Yang Fan has been reborn, but it has the effect of calming the mind and nourishing the mind, which is also the common effect of all pile methods and Jinggong.

Yang Fan can't cultivate true qi, and he doesn't know much about the meditation skills he cultivates internally, and he really can't find other exercises except for the Tiger King pile.

After setting up the Tiger King pile, the Seven Tricks Exquisite Heart also urged, but the strength was naturally not very large, too much strength would cause great fluctuations in the aura of heaven and earth, and bring unnecessary trouble to Yang Fan.

But what he didn't expect was that trouble was never caused by himself, but by someone else.

Just when he was cultivating the Tiger King Pile, the Spirit Sword Sect's greeting etiquette had already been prepared, and it was like a person in the world taking a kiss, blowing and blowing towards the True Martial Sect.

Jin Siming was dressed in red, and his face was even more red, this time, he must marry Fang Xuewei back, as for the guy who heard that he had disappeared, if he dared to appear, he would be killed.

If you don't dare to appear, it's just right, and you can save yourself from seeing blood in the day of great joy.

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