Chapter 250 The Fierce Battle of the Pine Forest

In the ticking sound of water, Qiu Qianran seemed to be stupid and stunned. However, the ups and downs of his chest were getting higher and higher, faster and faster, and the blood color on his face rose sharply, but after an instant it was replaced by the cold metallic luster.

After a long time, he finally turned his head and his blade-like eyes went straight out of the house. Luo Yuchen at the top of the pine tree stabbed him: "You want to die!" And the sound seems to be infected, full of the texture of metal friction. Before the words fell, Qiu Qianreng suddenly rushed out of the door, and the shell hit Luo Yuchen!

Before the person arrived, the palm wind condensed like substance was pressed down like a copper wall and an iron wall! Luo Yuchen only felt a slight suffocation in his chest, and immediately knew that this palm could not be hard, so he heard him humming. The long sword in his hand turned over and gently drew a circle, which not only cut the condensed palm wind, but also took the opportunity to throw and lead to the side. And his own body shook slightly, flattened a distance to the side with a brush, and fell on another pine tree!

"Bum!" A dull loud noise broke out, and the palm of his hand, which was attracted by Luo Yuchen, hit the pine tree he had just stood on. There was almost no resistance. The thick crown was blown open by two basin-sized holes, and most of the umbrella-like pine branches were immediately mutilated. Moreover, this is not over. Qiu Qianren, who was removed from the palm wind, did not hit the pine tree with the opportunity. Instead, he saw that he suddenly twisted himself in the middle of the sky and suddenly turned around. His feet gently touched on the mutilated pine branch, and the whole person changed the direction of progress and turned to Luo Yuchen again. Chasing me!

"What a light skill, it is indeed the prestige of the iron palm floating on the water!" Luo Yuchen raised his eyebrows, his footsteps were wrong, and he flashed out between them. He ran as if he were walking flat on the top cover of the soft and almost impossible to focus: "It's just so, I'm more confident in my light kung fu. Why don't we step on the pine needle in this mid-air. What?"

Before Qiu Qianran could answer, Luo Yuchen's figure suddenly folded, and he flashed back from more than ten meters away with a trace of shadow, shaking his hand and stabbing his side ribs. In the vibration of the long sword, a wisp of clear blue light suddenly lit up and swallowed on the tip of the sword, which brought a great surprise to Qiu Qianran! However, even if his face changed rapidly, Qiu Qianren still closed his mouth tightly and did not speak. He saw that he kept walking. He raised his right hand lightly, but his left palm suddenly made a sudden sound. It was like a soft whip without joints. He crossed a great arc from the bottom of his right hand and hit Luo Yuchen's sword diagonally!

"Bum!" In the crisp sound of gold and iron, there was even a little spark splashing from Luo Yuchen's sword. This fact strengthened Luo Yuchen's idea that he could not fight with Qiu Qianran. He saw his body shaking slightly and slipped out far away before Qiu Qianran turned around and chased over...

After fighting for a while, Qiu Qianren had to bitterly admit that he had indeed lost a lot in the light kung fu he was proud of. At present, he no longer circled with Luo Yuchen in vain. He suddenly stamped his foot and broke a thick pine branch and fell to the ground. Then, he suddenly raised his hand and slapped his hands on the thick pine tree beside him.

The thick pine tree at the mouth of the bowl immediately shook violently, and countless pine needles came down like rain. When Qiu Qianran withdrew his hand, there were already two black edges on the trunk, neatly and complete palm prints deep into the depth of the tree! With this slap, the increasingly strong metallic luster on Qiu Qianran's hands and face finally dissipated, but relatively, his complexion also became a little dim. When Luo Yuchen jumped down from the treetops, he saw that a thin layer of sweat had oozed from his body, faintly exuding the smell of rust...

"Who, sir, why did you break into my iron palm gang at night and interrupt my practice at the most critical moment? Do you know that if you interrupt me, my iron palm will go back at least for a year!" At the beginning, Qiu Qianran was calm, but when he said that kung fu regressed, his eyes were full of ferocious murder: "If you don't give me a satisfactory explanation, then you don't want to go down the mountain alive today!"

"Oh? I've been tossing so much that I've only dissipated your skills for a year?" In the laughter, the feeling of regret overflowed, and Qiu Qianren's face suddenly turned blue, but before he could speak again, Luo Yuchen had already leaned over and rushed to him again. In the blink of an eye, the blood shadow sword has been handed to him! Qiu Qianren snorted coldly and took a deep breath. His chest immediately collapsed back, just passing Luo Yuchen's sword. At the same time, his hands were also suddenly raised. As soon as he closed in the middle, he heard a soft sound of "bang", and suddenly clamped the body of the blood shadow sword tightly!

"What?" With his hands folded and his internal power rushed forward, a trace of surprise flashed on Qiu Qianren's face: "You only have six-star cultivation?" Then, his eyes naturally fell on the blood shadow sword in his hand: "Haha, I thought you were here to make trouble, but I didn't expect you to come to give gifts! OK, boy, don't worry, I'll take this magical sword. In return, I'll give you a whole body later!"

"Hey, don't be so big!" Unexpectedly, under the pressure of his internal power, Luo Yuchen did not look completely powerless, and he could even quarrel with himself easily! Subconsciously, an ominous foreboding flashed from the bottom of Qiu Qianren's heart. On the contrary, it was too late. "Indeed, I came to you specially because of this sword. It's just not a gift, but to borrow some blood from Qiu Gangzhu to sacrifice my sword!"

Before the voice fell, Luo Yuchen's temperament suddenly changed, and Qiu Qianran also felt that the internal mud cow he had sent out suddenly disappeared into the sea! Under this shock, it was really not small. Seeing him shouting loudly, he was about to withdraw his hand. However, at this moment, Luo Yuchen's true spirit suddenly changed again, and he heard a soft sound of "sneer", and a sword light shot out and suddenly entered Qiu Qianran's chest!

"You, are you a human or a ghost, what kind of demon method do you make?" Qiu Qianren, who retreated more than ten meters away, did not care about the bloody wound on his chest. Instead, he was more concerned about the fact that his internal force was out of control and disappeared at the moment.

"Alas..." Luo Yuchen sighed with some regret. After all, Qiu Qianren is a natural master, and his perception of danger has exceeded ordinary people's imagination. Although the blow just now was indeed unexpected, he still reacted at the last moment and slightly turned sideways. It's the key point, so it doesn't matter how blood he is now, but in fact, it's just a little skin trauma.

Of course, being able to stab an innate master in one move can also be regarded as a great feat. Luo Yuchen's sense of regret only lasted for a short moment and was suppressed by him. Then, his face turned into a look of regret and contempt. He shook his head and said, "Oh, it's sad, it's really sad. It's only been more than a hundred years. No one knows the famous and powerful Beiming God Gong in those years. Even a top martial artist like Mr. Qiu only regards it as a witchcraft. It's really sad and lamentable..."

"Northern Underworld Magic?" Qiu Qianren frowned and meditated thoughtfully for a moment. He saw his spirit refreshed. He casually sealed the acupuncture point of his chest a few times to stop the bleeding for himself, and then his fighting spirit was high: "Okay, thank you for solving my puzzles. However, since it's not magic, I don't have anything to be afraid of... Of course, God has the virtue of life, and I don't want to kill more evil. As long as you leave this sword and write me a secret of Beiming Shengong silently, how about I let you down the mountain?

"Ha, ha, ha ha ha ha ha..." The answer to Qiu Qianran was this series of long smiles that almost made Luo Yuchen breathless. And Luo Yuchen really felt ridiculous: "Master Qiu, it seems that he has always had the upper hand until now. Why don't you think about what kind of price you can spend to buy back your life, but you still open your mouth. Do I feel so scared like this?"

"Hmm, I don't know how to praise!" In a sarcasm, Qiu Qianren's face was already black to the bottom of the pot. His words were not opusive, and he stopped talking. He directly slapped his palms and rushed straight up again! Luo Yuchen didn't say much and greeted him with his sword. However, before a few moves, Luo Yuchen's ears suddenly moved gently and walked away without hesitation. Qiu Qianren punched his palm and couldn't help being slightly stunned. Then he roared and chased after him: "Kid, aren't you crazy? Why did you run away? If you have the guts, just stop and fight with me for 300 rounds..."

"Well, I'm a little strange. I don't know if Qiu Qianren, your iron palm can break your face? You, a master of the innate realm, fight with me, an ordinary martial artist with six-star cultivation, and you have to secretly call someone to help? Your face is really thick to a certain extent. It's really beyond the reach of us descendants..."

When the elite gangs of Tang San and other Iron Palms rushed into the pine forest, the two who fought had already gone far away. In the empty pine forest, there was only such a sarcasm that was deformed and out of tune because of high-speed movement echoed faintly...