Li Qingyang's Self Slash, a spiritual energy type martial skill, immediately shocked everyone.
"Unbelievable!" Night Emperor was also shocked.
In his previous life, he had practiced many kinds of Spiritual Martial Arts, so he knew the weakness of this kind of Martial Arts.
For example, the Sun and Moon Slash he practiced was also a Spiritual Martial Arts, but the requirement was to reach Wu Sheng's level. Moreover, one slash would consume sixty percent of the energy of the cyclone.
What about Li Qingyang?
He just raised his hand and slashed out three rays of light. The process was too easy!
The Rupturing Fist and the Self Chop shocked Ye Xingchen deeply. He realized that the Iron Bone Martial Arts were not bad!
"Breaking through to Martial Disciple and practicing the Martial Arts of this Sect seems to be better than practicing the Martial Arts of this Emperor." He thought to himself.
Ye Xingchen, who was originally only interested in Yi Jin Jing, had a strong impression of Rupturing Fist and Self Chop.
"Swoosh!"
"Swoosh!"
"Swoosh!"
On the Martial Arts Practice Field, three rays of crescent light shot out in different trajectories.
Mo Shangfei, who had just stabilized his body, suddenly changed his expression. He hurriedly used Gale Fist to meet them.
"Bang! Bang! "
His fists collided with the crescent light coming from the left and right, causing his arms to tremble violently. He felt as if his muscles were being torn apart!
Mo Shangfei didn't have time to grit his teeth because the third ray of crescent light shot out from the ground. It drew a ninety-degree arc from bottom to top and smashed into his chin.
"Swoosh!"
The strong force sent his whole body flying. Finally, he fell heavily on the ground and spat out a mouthful of blood.
Being able to block two Self Chop, this Sacred Spring Sect inner disciple's performance was not bad.
However, the third attack was from a tricky angle. There was no way to dodge it.
"Damn … Damn it …" Mo Shangfei wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth and stood up. It seemed that his body was very strong. He was only slightly injured after being hit.
This was because Li Qingyang didn't use all of his Spiritual Power. Otherwise, his bones would have been broken if he only used his fists to block the Self Chop.
The three Elders' faces suddenly became gloomy.
He had thought that his sect's disciple would be able to defeat his opponent easily, but who would have thought that he would be injured by his opponent's successive attacks?
Qin Haoran said, "Although the Spiritual Energy Martial Technique is powerful, its weakness is that it cannot be sustained for long. If the Sacred Spring Sect disciples can withstand it, there is nothing to be afraid of."
"The Iron Bone disciple must have used up a lot of energy after using three moves in a row. He must be exhausted if he continues fighting."
These elders of the Hundred Sect Alliance seemed to be discussing amongst themselves, but their voices were very loud. It was obvious that they were reminding the inner disciples of the Sacred Spring Sect not to be impatient and to slowly exhaust him to death.
Mo Shangfei didn't need to be reminded. He also knew the weakness of spiritual power type martial techniques.
He shook his arms and said with a cold gaze, "I was careless just now and let you seize the opportunity."
This time, he was serious and no longer underestimated the enemy.
The Fifth Elder picked his ears and grinned. "The show has just begun."
"Not bad."
Jun Changxiao shook his legs and scratched his nose. "The show has just begun."
"Shua!"
After adjusting himself, Mo Shangfei rushed over once again. He used the Gale Fist, and his speed was obviously much faster than before. Instantly, more than ten fist shadows appeared, and the power was quite explosive!
"Bang! Bang! Bang! "
Li Qingyang used the Rupturing Fist. The sound of firecrackers and the sound of fist fighting spread out together. Faint spiritual energy rippled in the air!
In just a moment, the two of them exchanged more than ten moves with fist techniques!
The dust under their feet collided with each other, forming a whirlwind around them and tearing the broken leaves into strips.
"Bang!"
The two of them exchanged another punch, and both of them retreated four to five meters.
Li Qingyang stretched out his ten fingers, and his arms were numb from the shock.
Mo Shangfei wasn't any better.
This kind of intense confrontation was like a rock hitting a rock. It hurt both the enemy and oneself.
"Looks like it will be hard to determine the winner in a short time."
"This is really strange. A fourth grade Martial Disciple can actually fight evenly with an eighth grade Martial Disciple!"
"The quality of the fist technique used by the Iron Bone disciple is not low. Otherwise, he would have been defeated long ago."
"The Holy Spring Sect disciple's realm is high, and the spiritual energy in his cyclone is boundless. It won't be a problem for him to fight a protracted battle."
"The Iron Bone disciple's hands are shaking. In my opinion, the spiritual energy in his Dantian's cyclone has been consumed by seventy to eighty percent."
"Swish!"
Li Qingyang waved his hand and said, "I chop!"
"Whoosh —"
The crescent-shaped flowing light burst out.
He … could still use spiritual energy type martial arts?
The sect leaders who were discussing saw the flowing light rushing over, and they were all dumbfounded on the spot.
"I chop!"
"I chop!"
In a very short time, Li Qingyang waved his hand again and slashed out two crescent-shaped flowing lights. He used practical actions to fiercely slap a group of big shots in the face and tell them that his spiritual energy was abundant.
"Bang! Bang! Bang! "
Mo Shangfei was alert. He used his body movement to dodge at the first moment. The three flowing lights bombarded the stone slabs one after another, smashing them into pieces.
This time, it was Li Qingyang's turn to be unforgiving!
Taking advantage of the other party's escape, he turned his body sideways and continuously made cutting motions like playing table tennis. Crescent-Shaped flowing lights shot out one after another.
"…"
Watching the crescent-shaped flowing lights fly past their eyes in different arcs on the training field, the expressions on the faces of Alliance Master Qin and the martial artists of the various sects stiffened.
A spiritual energy type martial arts with high consumption was thrown out with a wave of his hand. The scene was simply too frightening!
Although Mo Shangfei tried to show off his coquettish movement in the light of the blade and sword, he could only dodge three flowing lights and was mercilessly hit by the following flowing lights on his face, shoulders, hands, and feet …
"Plop!"
Finally, after being bombarded, he fell on all fours on the ground. Blood spurted out from the side of his face, and he also rolled his eyes and fainted.
Although the power of Li Qingyang's "I chop" was not strong, it could not withstand the wild bombardment. Not to mention an eighth grade martial disciple, even a ninth grade martial disciple would not be able to withstand it.
"We won!"
"Second Senior Brother won!"
Su Xiaomo and Tian Qi were so excited that they jumped up.
Although Lu Qianqian was expressionless, she secretly said in her heart, "When we go back, I have to cultivate my" I chop "…"
This woman was the same as Ye Xingchen. She was only interested in Yi Jin Jing. As for Rupturing Fist and "I chop", although she had them long ago, she never cultivated them.
Seeing that his senior brother had won, Xiao Ziji gently raised his head and his index finger also loosened from the trigger.
He was always on high alert. If the battle just now was not favorable to Second Senior Brother, he would have killed Mo Shangfei immediately.
"Junior Brother Ye."
Xiao Ziji grinned and said, "Second Senior Brother won!"
"Tsk," the cold and aloof Night Emperor said disdainfully, "Do you have to be so happy after winning against an eighth grade martial disciple?"
His state of mind was calm because he had not integrated himself into the Iron Bone. He did not have the sect's sense of honor.
Xiao Ziji was different. He recognized the Iron Bone, the sect leader, and his senior and junior brothers. Therefore, the joy brought by Li Qingyang's victory was no less than that of personally winning.
"Aiya."
Jun Changxiao stood up and said apologetically, "Fists and legs have no eyes. I'm really sorry to beat up your sect's disciples like this."
The Sacred Spring Sect disciples standing on the left had anger in their eyes. Some of their hands were already on the hilt of their swords.
Lu Qianqian took two steps forward and stood shoulder to shoulder with the sect leader. Her jade hand was also on the hilt of her sword. Her pair of starry eyes flashed with coldness.
"My Sister Qian is ruthless and doesn't talk much!"
Su Xiaomo and Tian Qi also came over. Their hands were on the hilt of Cold Edge Sword. They glared angrily and did not show any weakness.
Xiao Ziji once again approached the eight-fold scope. The crosshair locked onto the head of the Sacred Spring Sect disciple closest to the sect leader. As long as he dared to move, his head would explode.
Swords were drawn and bows were bent. The atmosphere was solemn!
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