"Calm your heart, mind and action are one!" Chen Mo's voice resounded in Chen Songzi's mind. He knew that this was Master reminding himself not to be distracted.

"Everything is unstoppable, everything is unbreakable, everything is unbreakable, and the mountains are destroyed with one blow!" Chen Mo's voice rushed in Chen Songzi's mind, ears trembling!

He suddenly discovered that a set of boxing techniques appeared out of thin air in his memory, something like the one taught to him by the master, but with a few more moves than those three strokes, and the movement route of each punch seemed more complicated and subtle. It was only a moment that Chen Songzi understood that Master actually taught himself the full version of the Profound God Fist that he was most proud of!

Not a simplified version, but a complete Tianxuan Shenquan!

It’s just that Master said before that his physique is weak, and his practice has just started, and he can’t control a complete Tianxuan Shenquan. That’s why he simplified the three-style boxing method to teach himself. Why did he teach it all to himself today? Can he exert the true power of this Heavenly Profound God Fist?

But at this time, Chen Songzi could not tolerate any thoughts. Zhu Wenxiu's sword light had already arrived in front of him, and Chen Songzi had even felt his skin faintly aches under the erosion of the sword intent.

He slammed his fist suddenly and shouted: "The first form of the Profound Sky Divine Fist-Broken Mountain!"

The fist intent and the sword intent collided suddenly, making a clear sound of golden and iron mingling, and then a click was heard.

"Luoxia and the lonely bird fly together!" Zhu Wenxiu's exclaiming sounded again in the distance, and at the same time the long sword in his hand shot up from the sky, like a lonely flying goose, and then swiftly swept down, and there was a round in the dimness. Xiaguang appeared.

"Kacha! Dangdang~~"

The two iron swords fell to the ground, making a few crisp noises, which seemed particularly clear in this silent space.

Zhu Wenxiu covered his chest, spurted out a mouthful of blood, and then stared at Chen Songzi firmly.

Long Po Po looked at all this in surprise, and muttered: "Mr. Tibetan sword Zhu Wenxiu was defeated! How could this be possible!"

Two light bursts in the eyes of the woodcutter, the whole person is as introverted, giving a feeling of danger. He has been standing there without saying a word, motionless, but he can see the whole process of the fight. It's clear.

Zhu Wenxiu’s "Autumn waters are the same as the sky, the sunset and the lonely bird flying together" is originally the Tibetan sword school’s unique knowledge, even if he can deal with it, it takes a lot of tricks, but this little Taoist who only has the cultivation of the gods is actually It only took a punch to force Zhu Wenxiu to use these two tricks in a row to be able to withstand it.

Just a punch, broke Zhu Wenxiu's sword.

It was just a punch that hurt Zhu Wenxiu's god.

His boxing style seems to be the same as when Zhang Ting and Zhu Dachang fought, but there seemed to be some differences, but he couldn't tell where they were different.

Zhu Wenxiu’s first sword had no power to fight back under this fist. In addition to the sword’s intent being completely disintegrated, a crack was also struck in the sword body. Thanks to Zhu Wenxiu’s prompt response, he immediately used the second sword, although it was destroyed in the end. He lost the sword, but at least his life was saved.

The woodcutter started to untie the big axe at his waist, and he was about to do it himself.

Chen Songzi stared at her fists over and over again, as if she didn't understand why her fists were so powerful?

Obviously just now, I still felt that the sword was unmatched, how could I easily crack it in an instant? Even Zhu Wenxiu, one of the four ancient sects, was broken by his own fist and injured his body.

Is this the power of the real Tianxuan Shenquan? It is too powerful!

"Very good!" The woodcutter removed the big axe hanging from his waist and said: "Tell me your fist formula, and I will spare you my life."

This woodcutter wanted to obtain the cultivation method of Profound Fist!

This made Chen Songzi inexhaustible. He practiced so hard and suffered so much. Until today, the master has finally passed on the exercises to me. You still want to take away my exercises?

"Shameless!" Chen Songzi cursed.

The corner of the woodcutter's mouth pulled a curve, his eyes were full of contempt, and the big axe in his hand was raised high.

"Run!" Seeing the action of the woodcutter, Long Granny suddenly shouted, and instantly came to Zhu Dachang, a short and thin dwarf who was still recovering from his injuries cross-legged, and grabbed Zhu Dachang by the foot, holding Zhu Dachang on the other hand and disappeared.

Zhu Wenxiu, who was badly injured by Chen Songzi's punch, immediately slapped his chest with a palm, and suddenly spit out a large mouthful of blood, which turned into a cloud of blood before him.

"Escape!" Zhu Wenxiu shouted, and the blood mist in front of him suddenly formed a mysterious mark, which wrapped Zhu Wenxiu's body and disappeared instantly.

At the moment when the woodcutter raised his axe, Chen Songzi felt a constant surge of pressure like a tide.

It seemed that a big mountain was pressing on him, making him breathless.

"Strike Huashan!" The big man yelled suddenly, slamming down the big axe in his hand.

A giant axe formed by black spiritual power fell from the sky. Chen Songzi, who was directly under the giant axe, felt that the air around her suddenly became cramped, and her breathing became particularly difficult, as if someone was pinching her neck with both hands. .

He shouted, then clenched his teeth, threw the broken whisk in his right hand, squeezed his hands into two fists, slammed into the sky, and shouted, "Different rivers!"

Chen Mo once taught Chen Songzi's three-form simplified version of the Tianxuan Shenquan, which he can use freely, but now using the second style of the Tianxuan Shenquan, there is a feeling of inadequacy.

With just this move, he felt that the strength of his whole body was emptied. All the aura in his body was gathered on the fists in an instant, but the fists seemed to be unable to form because of insufficient energy. Get out.

"Tianxuan Shenquan, you can hit even the sky. What's the big axe? If you want to be a strong person, you must first have a strong heart. No matter what is in front of you, you must punch it. !" Chen Mo's voice resounded in Chen Songzi's mind again.

Chen Songzi's spirit was lifted, and he shouted again. In some invisible places in his body, there was a huge amount of spiritual power. Now he has also been urged to come out and gather on the double fists. Suddenly, two dazzling brilliance burst out from the fists, one is white and the other is black. The power of black and white attracts and repels each other, forming a black and white fist under the entanglement.

"Boom!" The black and white fists and the black big axe met in mid-air, making terrifying explosions, and the sky seemed to have been broken by their confrontation.

"puff!"

Chen Songzi stepped back, spouting blood. The whole person seemed to have been emptied, and fell on his back, but was caught by a pair of powerful arms.

"Master, I'm sorry, I did my best."

"You did a good job." Chen Mo said: "Go to sleep, I'll do the rest."