Du Zhicheng gulped blood to his throat, and was about to swallow it, but Shen Yuanjing took advantage of the opportunity and then called him. First, he used a move to "like a carrot and a grinding" to circle him and prevent him from retreating. Another move to "Geese in front of the peak" was around him and attacked his back.

He barely took these two palms again, and could no longer hold the old blood, so he spurted it out at the opponent. The blood was full of strength, like a flying stone, and it fell on an ordinary person, and could take half of his life.

Shen Yuanjing was not hard to deal with, but he had to fall a little bit on his clothes, which was very unbeautiful. He jumped away two steps and said, "What a hidden weapon!"

Du Zhicheng's face turned red, and he didn't know whether it was hurt or angry, his eyes were staring at the other party angrily. He had not suffered such a loss before, and said in a sequel: "Looking for death." His body moved and he rushed forward.

Shen Yuanjing raised his palms to greet him, and the two fought fiercely in the yard. Both sides had already understood the opponent's strength in those moves just now, so they naturally did not dare to be careless. They were all focused. Each move could be caught, and they could hear it like a burst of bamboo joints, and in a flash, the two of them had more than thirty palms in a row.

Afterwards, they each stepped back seven or eight steps, and the bluestone splashed and scattered, hitting Du Zhicheng's disciples. The sound of "Oh" continued. His face darkened and he said, "Xu Bo, Gao Lang stay, others go out." The two disciples who were all innate masters have some self-protection ability.

Shen Yuanjing sneered and waited for him to finish the arrangement. Then he was calm and calm. While walking forward, he took off his black robe and threw it out, hanging it on the tallest cypress tree in the courtyard.

His feet were very light, and he couldn't make any sound when he stepped on the gravel, but his momentum kept rising. Du Zhicheng's face was as deep as water, and his hands were stretched in front of him, his back was shaking slightly, and he was also accumulating energy.

The two of them connected their hands and four palms, and a loud "boom" sound was like thunder in the dry land, shaking the trees in the yard, falling flowers, and the tiles on the roof jumped, shaking off a few pieces.

Hong Li and the three people in the yard seemed to be filled with water in their ears. They quickly spread their strength all over their bodies to resist the aftermath of the two of them, but were still pushed to the corner of the wall and did not dare to move.

Shen Yuanjing and Du Zhicheng's hands were like a heavy object weighing ten thousand pounds, and they were like old people in their late twilight years. They slowly raised their hands, and pressed them towards each other one by one.

The applause was very light at first, just as the breeze blew through the rustling leaves, and then it was like rippling water waves, and the waves bursting out from the palm were getting bigger and bigger. The two of them were rushing in their clothes, and then the wind blew outwards, causing the stones on the ground to fly up and hit the trunks on the tree. On the wall, there was a thud and a long gown on the cypress tree, and it was impossible to fall off.

After only ten moves, slight sweat appeared on both of them. This kind of attack that devoted all their energy was naturally extremely burdened, and it seemed to be flawless. Xu Bo's eyes were circling, and he looked at Gao Lang and held down the weapon.

Suddenly, the two people in the yard moved. Du Zhicheng was injured in front of him. He knew that if he was in a stalemate, he would definitely lose. So he took the lead in changing his moves. As soon as he finished a palm in his left hand, he turned into a fist and hooked upwards.

This trick naturally cannot attack Shen Yuanjing. His left hand also had a claw, and he tucked his opponent's wrist. When the opponent changed his move, he stuck his right hand out and grabbed his chest.

Du Zhicheng waved his hand suddenly and went downward. When he shrank, he lifted his hands up, and his fingertips were like branches, sucking them down on the other person's face. Shen Yuanjing raised his head back, made a knife with his right hand, and lifted it up, as if he wanted to tear his opponent open his stomach.

These moves were only between lightning and flint, and the next thing was the same. The two of them went back and forth, and they quickly moved with each move. Du Zhicheng's steps were steady and straightforward; Shen Yuanjing's figure was strange, and he stepped on the gossip, suddenly he was in front and looked at him back.

He was wearing a black shirt, his opponent's white clothes, two figures of a mysterious and white entangled, so fast that it was hard to see clearly. If he looked down from a high place, it would be like the flow of yin and yang, swinging around in this courtyard.

The flowers and grass are all in trouble, and they are messy; the stone pavilions and tables are all unavoidable. As long as they hit each other, they will turn into pieces of debris, splashing from all directions.

The three of them were all over their bodies and faces, and they were still insisting on not leaving. At this time, the fight was approaching, and the wind blew over, making them unable to stand firmly. Hong Li screamed strangely: "No!" He hurriedly pulled the other two and walked over the wall.

As soon as he landed on the ground, a big hole was broken on the wall, and bricks and stones shot into the middle of Du Zhicheng's group of disciples, wailing. He quickly took a step back and walked along the courtyard wall, and soon half of the yard was collapsed.

Shen Yuanjing took advantage of the opponent's just giving, and immediately seized and attacked wildly. Du Zhicheng had no choice but to flash into the back hall.

He chased after him and followed in, and when he slashed his head, the other party quickly gave in, took a step back, three feet away, and punched the side hard, and the central pillar was suddenly broken into two pieces.

As the tile was falling down, Shen Yuanjing waved his sleeves and covered him to the front. Du Zhicheng picked up the upper half of the long pillar, lifted it up, blocked it all, and swept it horizontally, and the long pillar scraped the wall and hit it at a rapid speed.

Shen Yuanjing raised his arm and leaned on it. With a bang, half of it broke from the top and flew out horizontally, causing the other half of the wall to collapse, and the whole house was shaking.

Du Zhicheng was about to pull back the wooden pillar. He grabbed the other end on both sides, slashed it to both sides, and rushed forward and punched it. The other party hurriedly avoided it, retreated to the left half of the hall, and discounted another central pillar. The room finally collapsed completely.

Both of them jumped up, and now they stepped up three feet above the roof, stepping on the broken tiles, and fought for more than a dozen moves in the air before falling down again.

Du Zhicheng used all his tricks, but he was already a little helpless. He was shocked and angry and said to himself: "Where did this man come out? How could the skill in his hands be so great?" He had used his trick three times before, but Shen Yuanjing saw the flaws, cut off half of his sleeves, and quickly stepped into the rubble, hugged the bricks with both hands, and kept hitting here.

Shen Yuanjing took it one by one, beat it back with his backhand, bullied him forward, stepped forward for two steps, avoided a few tiles, fell from the sky, and knocked him down with a palm "Shan Tai" to the top of his head.

Du Zhicheng was a distance from his arm, but he waved upwards abnormally. He sounded a loud alarm in his heart, stepped on his left foot and pulled it up half a foot. Sure enough, a heavy sword passed by his feet.

It turned out that the action just now was not just about blocking the enemy, but about looking for weapons buried in the room. Du Zhicheng had a sword in his hand, adding three points of momentum. Before the opponent could land, he rushed over and burned the sky with a move, stabbing him in the chest.

Shen Yuanjing spread his hands, his long sleeves fluttered, waving like a bird's wing, and glided forward three feet, tapped his foot on the heavy sword, turned over and stood opposite him.
Chapter completed!