Sword ancestor is above

"how is this possible?"

Wu Chichun, who had always been as firm as iron, suddenly had doubts about himself for a moment after he sensed the shadow of his fighting qi fist and was completely crushed by Lu Xuan.

And it was this brief moment that allowed Lu Xuan, who had experienced countless life and death experiences, to catch his weakness.

"ended!"

Lu Xuan's eyes suddenly became incomparably sharp, Guishui Qi suddenly poured into the air pockets of his whole body, and in an instant, with the swing of his fists, it turned into hundreds of Dou Qi fist shadows, like a wall of fist shadows Generally, they bombarded Wu Chichun one after another.

"Boom!~"

The loud noise like thunder resounded again, and Wu Chichun's fist shadow was instantly swallowed by Lu Xuan's fist shadow, and then the fighting energy protecting the body was broken, and the heavy fighting energy fist shadow bombarded Wu Chichun's body one after another.

"boom!"

Because the speed of punching was so fast, in the eyes of ordinary practitioners, Wu Chichun only received one punch.

But after this punch, his body slammed into the ground suddenly, causing the bluestone floor to sink suddenly.

Seen from a height, it looks like a cauldron, and the center of the cauldron is Wu Chichun's sturdy body.

"how is this possible!"

"What just happened?"

"What did that foreign boy do?"

Sounds of surprise and exclamation resounded through the small courtyard.

And in the small building behind the small courtyard, Wu Chunshui and several Wu family priests stood up together, all looking in the direction of the backyard with expressions of disbelief.

"When did such a genius come out of the Lu family of Tianhe City? Not to mention anything else, just this vigorous fighting spirit is enough to look down upon his peers!"

A Wu family priest exclaimed.

But as soon as the words were out of his mouth, he noticed Wu Chunshui's gloomy expression that was about to drip, so he sat back on the chair resentfully.

"Idiot!"

Wu Chunshui stepped forward, stood by the window, and shouted: "Why do you compete with him in strength and fighting spirit? What you practice is boxing, not strength or fighting spirit, it's boxing! It's you who practiced for 30 years. Year's Broken Steel Fist!"

As soon as these words came out, Wu Chichun, who was still lying on the ground, stood up abruptly, his eyes became scorching hot again.

"That's right, my greatest reliance and the thing I am most proud of is the Broken Steel Fist that I have cultivated for 30 years!"

The bewilderment in Wu Chichun's eyes is at the end, and the blue-gray fierce fighting spirit like a wind is wrapped around his body again.

"boom!"

He stepped forward with one foot, and then punched Lu Xuan.

Different from the simple Dou Qi fist shadow before, the Qinggang Dou Qi on his fist now seemed to be real, and when it rubbed against the air, it even made a metallic trembling sound.

"boom!"

Lu Xuan didn't receive the punch, but dodged it. For a moment, the fist hit a rock behind him, smashing the rock into powder.

"No wonder that kid didn't dare to take it. If he was hit by this punch, he might be smashed to pieces!"

Some onlookers exclaimed.

"boom!"

At this time, the sound of punches breaking through the wind reappeared, and Wu Chichun seemed to be sure that Lu Xuan would choose to dodge. When he swung his left fist, the strength of his feet had already begun to change. When Lu Xuan stood still, his right fist was already thrown out like a cannonball.

This punch was extremely fast, and the angle was extremely tricky, so it was unavoidable.

So Lu Xuan didn't dodge any more, concentrated his whole body's battle energy in his arm, and slammed down Wu Chichun's fist.

"boom!"

When the two fists collided, there was a sound like steel shattering, and the battle energy in Lu Xuan's fist shattered in response. The Qinggang Qi collided with the flesh and blood of the fist, and the skin was immediately torn, and even the arms were torn apart, and the body followed. Fly upside down.

"it is good!"

Wu Yue, who was nervously watching the battle, threw his fist and roared violently, as if he was the one who just threw that punch.

"My punch has 30 years of skill, how can you take it!"

Wu Chichun raised his head and let out a growl as if venting, and then once again drew an afterimage on the spot, punching Lu Xuan who had just stood still.

"Snapped!"

The moment his fist was about to touch Lu Xuan, Lu Xuan didn't dodge or punch, but put his palms together fiercely.

"boom!"

After another loud bang with the sound of metal shattering, Wu Chichun's fist was seen smashing onto a palm that formed a ten-fold shape.

And Lu Xuan's body was being tightly protected by those layers of palm shadows.

After breaking through thirteen dou qi palm shadows in a row, the strength of Wu Chichun's punch was finally exhausted.

"boom!"

At the moment when Wu Chichun's fist was exhausted, the shadow of the dou qi palm protecting Lu Xuan's body suddenly spread layer upon layer again, and Wu Chichun bounced away violently.

"What is this fighting skill that has such amazing protection?"

Someone couldn't help but yelled and asked.

"It's a bit like the Scarlet Cloud Palm, but isn't the Scarlet Cloud Palm only able to condense three palm shadows at most?"

"Chiyun Palm, it's impossible, how can a ninth-grade fighting skill be able to stop the Wu family's Broken Steel Fist!"

For a while, there were arguments in the courtyard.

"It doesn't matter what kind of fighting skill you have, our Broken Steel Fist can break through without fail!"

Wu Chichun, who was slightly relieved, roared again, and then his whole body exuded a metallic luster, and his fists kept hitting the shadow of the scarlet cloud palm around Lu Xuan like a rainstorm of pear blossoms.

"boom!"

In just a moment, the fighting qi around Lu Xuan's palm was smashed by Wu Chichun's Broken Steel Fist.

The attack power of this Broken Steel Fist is so overbearing that even Lu Xuan couldn't help admiring twice from the bottom of his heart.

But he is not afraid.

"boom!"

At the moment when the palm shadow on the body protection shattered, Lu Xuan suddenly pushed forward with his palm, layer upon layer of palm shadows, and slapped Wu Chichun like overwhelming mountains and seas.

"As much as you come, as much as I break!"

Wu Chichun roared loudly, smashing a palm shadow with his fist.

"boom!"

But just when he was about to smash the last palm that came towards him, a giant hand transformed from red cloud and mist fiercely held him in the palm.

"How can a third-rank Dou Master manipulate Dou Qi so easily? What kind of Dou Skill is this?"

In the small building, a priest of the Wu family couldn't help asking questions.

Only Dou Zong level powerhouses can use Dou Qi Transformation at will, so in their view, Lu Xuan must be some kind of high-level fighting skill.

In fact, Lu Xuan really wanted to tell them that this was really the ninth-grade fighting skill Chiyun Zhang, and he was able to do this only because he was familiar with it.

He practiced day and night with the group of sword slaves in the Sword Building, and he has already mastered the skill of controlling Chiyunzhang Dou Qi for 50 years if not 30 years.

"Open it for me!"

At this moment, that Wu Chichun roared again, and then he threw out both fists, which shattered the giant hand holding him.

"boom!"

But at the next moment, a huge dou qi hand slapped it from above his head, causing the green gang dou qi all over him to tremble suddenly.

And it's not over yet.