Wuxia: The opening game is blocked by Mrs. Guo in the broken temple

Chapter 118 Qiao Feng has no sound, there is nothing to be afraid of!!

In a small space, Song Ye and Qiao Feng three people, their bodies changed staggered, tossing and turning, their legs kicked like electric flashes, fast as the wind, and carrying extremely strong force.

“Bang bang…”

The sound of collision sounded one after another.

True qi crisscrossed, legs and palms collided, and in an instant, the four of them exchanged dozens of moves in the room.

Qiao Feng and several people became more and more frightened, never expected that the three of them would actually form a stalemate with Song Ye.

Dozens of rounds, not only did not even have a trace of the upper hand, but also looked at Song Ye’s appearance, facing the three of them descending the dragon palm, but also seemed a little comfortable, and even the curtain behind Song Ye did not fluctuate under such a fierce fight.

This is enough to prove that Song Ye’s martial arts skills are unfathomable, and he blocked all the true qi strength of Qiao Feng, Guo Jing, and Hong Qigong, without the slightest leakage.

“Good thief!”

Seeing the stalemate, Hong Qigong took the lead and couldn’t help it, let out a long roar, his whole body was used in his palm, his steps were stepped on, and the palm wave was a three-move dragon with regret in an instant.

“Senior Hong still praised me for being a dragon spirit and tiger fierce just now, why did he turn his face and not recognize people in a blink of an eye?”

Song Ye chuckled, and 137 sighed with emotion.

While ridiculing, the movements on the hand are not slow, in the face of Hong Qigong’s three moves of the dragon have regret and superimposed power, Song Ye is not afraid at all, facing up, the figure is on one side, and the right leg is raised and kicked up.

In an instant, the two legs collided, and terrifying True Qi fluctuations erupted, sweeping around, instantly making the entire room a mess, only behind Song Ye, the bed where Huang Rong was, did not move.

After the curtain, Huang Rong at this moment has changed into new clothes, it stands to reason that the light blue dress does not fit her age in her thirties, but it looks younger on her body, not at all like a mature woman who has become a wife and mother.

With a lilac belt wrapped around her waist, Huang Rong raised her eyes to see the figure outside the tent shaking, her expression was extremely complicated, she really didn’t know how to face Brother Jing, and her master.

Not to mention how Huang Rong felt about staying in bed, the battle situation outside was a thousand shots.

Feeling the surge of True Qi in the palm of Hong Qigong, Song Ye did not use the Northern Darkness Divine Skill to absorb True Qi, and now that the group of enemies looked around, Guo Jing and Qiao Feng would not watch him absorb Hong Qigong’s True Qi.

The divine wind energy poured into his legs, and the soles of Song Ye’s feet shrank and stretched out in an instant, and terrifying true qi gushed out wildly. His skill at the moment was far superior to Hong Qigong, who only felt a gust of wind sweeping towards him, blowing his hair robe backwards.

Hong Qigong’s face changed, and he burst out: “Seeing that the dragon is here…”

Attacking and retreating can be defended, and seeing that the dragon has not yet completely unfolded in Tian, the soles of Song Ye’s feet have already crossed his hands and stepped firmly on Hong Qigong’s chest.

“Poof…”

Hong Qigong’s mouthful of old blood rushed out directly from his mouth, like a blood arrow shot towards Song Ye, but was lightly waved by the latter to fold the fan in his hand, and was directly evaporated by the strength of the flame knife.

It’s a lot to say, but Song Ye and Hong Qi Bus are almost between electric flint.

“Master!”

Guo Jing was about to help, when he saw his master being stepped on the chest by Song Ye, and the whole person flew out horizontally. The terrifying force made Hong Qigong hit the wall and disappeared, directly smashed through, and fell down the street outside.

The originally angry red face instantly paled, bloodless, and the breath also withered, and he sat up with difficulty on the ground, wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, and stared straight at the breezy Song Ye upstairs.

Guo Jing’s figure was longitudinal, jumped directly to Hong Qigong’s side, and after checking the latter’s situation, his face suddenly became extremely ugly, and he looked back at Song Ye’s expression, resisted the urge to make a move, and slapped a palm on Hong Qigong’s back to delay his injury.

Song Ye’s kick is not kicking and playing, Hong Qigong did not kill on the spot, it is enough to prove that his skill is profound, far better than ordinary people, this is thanks to the flying strength in the Nine Yin True Scripture, unloading a lot of strength.

Song Ye will not be like those novels that have traveled to the martial arts world that have seen enough before, when he sees Qiao Feng, he can’t wait to kneel and lick and worship, when he sees Hong Qigong, he can’t wait to drink and cheer, and when he sees Guo Jing, he can’t wait to throw his head and spill blood to guard Xiangyang.

As for the situation that he can’t walk the road when he sees a beautiful woman, it is even more impossible, he will only think about how to go to the road, the upper way is his own people, cultivate his own people, Song Ye is very generous.

Unlike Guo Jing, who is good at fighting, Qiao Feng has already jumped up and pounced on the latter when Song Ye pumped his legs. The surging true qi made Qiao Feng’s black hair dance wildly, showing his pride.

Kicking Feihong Qigong Song Ye faced the sudden arrival of Qiao Feng, without the slightest panic, his strength was on his legs, his left leg was nailed to the ground without moving, and his right leg was raised, facing Qiao Feng’s dragon palm.

If Hong Qigong’s dragon palm is seven points of rigidity, three points of softness, between rigidity and softness, unpredictable, and Guo Jing passed down from Hong Qigong’s palm method, it is also rigid and soft.

And Qiao Feng’s palm method, but not mixed with soft palm posture, only to the Yang, one palm is better than one palm.

Combined with Qiao Feng’s more and more courageous war god characteristics, the dragon palm was vividly exerted in his hands. The only regret is that there is no stereo and no hair dryer.

If there is an audio hair dryer to cooperate, Song Ye will not say a word, turn around and leave, after all, Qiao Feng has a very strange setting in the book, saying that he is born with a different nature.

Sometimes even if the skill is deeper than him and the moves are more ingenious than him, when it comes to fighting, he will always lose at the most critical moment with one and a half moves, and the heart to lose is convinced.

It’s a pity that here is not only the Dragon Babu, but also the protagonist is bad, even if Qiao Feng is brave and difficult, ordinary moves can turn decay into magic in his hands, but so what.

Song Ye stood in place without moving, his left and right legs were staggered and raised, and Qiao Feng’s palms collided together one after another, no matter how strong the palm force was, he couldn’t split the spirit around his legs, and he couldn’t hurt him in the slightest.

Qiao Feng became more and more courageous in battle, and even if there was no stereo and no hair dryer, he had drunk a lot of Gaoliang wine just now, so his maniacal laughter became more and more fierce.

“Come again!”

Seeing that he had not been able to take advantage of any advantage by all his means, Qiao Feng also soared in battle intent, and after a wild roar, his moves were no longer limited to the dragon palm, but various fist palm and leg techniques.

Song Ye is happy to fight with Qiao Feng to perfect his melee combat close grappling experience, otherwise he will only shoot sword qi at waves, or there will be certain defects, and the melee long-range medium distance is indispensable.

“Qiao Gang Master Taizu Long Fist seems to have returned to the basics.”

Seeing that Qiao Feng made such a basic martial art as Taizu Changfist, Song Ye did not use the Fengshen legs again, but stood on both legs, and waved his right hand like a sword, which was one of the masters of Peach Blossom Island.

“Falling Ying Divine Sword Palm.”

During this time with Huang Rong, in order to help Mrs. Guo improve her martial arts, in her spare time, she would occasionally exchange martial arts, many times, and naturally she also had some understanding of her martial arts.

Not to mention hollowing out Mrs. Guo’s foundation, it’s still no problem to have both hands.

Only the martial art of the orchid whisk cave hand, Song Ye played it vividly every time, leaving Huang Rong helpless…