Chen Yuan's heart sank. He had no idea that Fang Ze could transform the nature of the Qi so smoothly. His original preparation for dealing with the feminine Qi was in vain.

The zhenqi punch fired by Fang Ze's right fist was so powerful that even his body, which had undergone three changes of muscles, bones and skin, could not withstand it.

"Kacha!"

There was a sound of bone cracking, and if someone could see through the flesh, they would be able to see cracks in the phalanx, wrist, and forearm bones of the left fists exchanged between Chen Yuan and Fang Ze.

Chen Yuan groaned and flew out.

His left hand is basically half disabled.

At the same time, Chen Yuan was extremely frightened!

Why is the martial arts of Wanligui Sect so powerful?

If Chen Yuan hadn't been a master of the Seventh Transformation of the Flesh Body, he would have already mastered all three transformations of muscles, bones and skin. If he were a person in the Qi and Blood Realm, the strength of Fang Ze's punch just now could directly hit the opponent's arm to the skin and bones.

Turn into mud!

Chen Yuan quickly retreated, and he let out a sharp scream. At the same time, almost instantly, a thick fog of about one foot suddenly appeared around him, hiding Chen Yuan in it, and he could not see his figure.

The thick fog moved with Chen Yuan's figure, always seeming to be around Chen Yuan.

"Thirty-six palms of cloud and mist."

Fang Ze's thoughts suddenly changed.

He had experienced Ding Yong's soul memory and recognized the Xuanwu Palace's signature martial arts.

The Thirty-six Palms of Cloud and Mist are based on the Xuanwu Sutra, the fundamental technique passed down from the Xuanwu Palace. Once used, the true energy can flow and transform into mist all over the body.

This layer of mist can sense the opponent's true energy to a certain extent, while hiding the figure. It can also manipulate the true energy to transform into attacks in the mist at the same time. It can be real or fake, making the enemy fall into the mist, making it impossible to distinguish the true from the false.

To be fair, the techniques and moves of Xuanwu Palace can be considered to be top-grade martial arts, and they are especially good at changes.

Fang Ze looked calm and pursued directly forward.

Chen Yuan was wrapped in mist, and when he saw Fang Ze chasing after him, the thick mist transformed into six air currents, and each air current had a shadow of a hand, hitting Fang Ze head-on.

This is the strange thing about the Thirty-Six Palms of Cloud and Mist. It can hide the user's figure with thick fog, and it can also control the true energy to transform into attacks in the thick fog.

These six palms are true and false, real and false.

If you think it is empty, the true energy may be real, or it may be the real palm.

If you think it is true, the true energy may be transferred and dissipated at any time or turned into another attack, or even the real palm can be withdrawn, leaving only a thick fog shadow, tempting the enemy to misjudge.

Virtual reality comes into being.

Even though Chen Yuan was injured, he was still able to carry out such an attack, so he did not fall into the prestigious sect of Xuanwu Palace. He was indeed a real person.

Fang Ze never dodges or avoids.

He put the index and middle fingers of his right hand together, flicked it forward, and then gently picked it up.

"ah!"

In the thick fog, a scream came out.

Among the six palm-shaped mists protruding from the thick fog, two of them suddenly retracted. It looked like... they seemed to be shot back into the thick fog!

Actually hitting yourself?

Chen Yuan in the thick fog was inexplicably frightened.

He used the Thirty-six Cloud and Mist Palms, thinking that he could get back half of the move to stop his disadvantage, but what he didn't expect was that his arms suddenly became inoperable, and the palms of his hands turned around and were printed on his chest!

Chen Yuan had no idea why he suddenly lost control of his arms, let alone how to deal with it. He was so shocked that he could only control his true energy not to spit out his palms, otherwise he would really beat himself up and vomit blood.

Fang Ze had no expression on his face and directly invaded the mist. The six mist palm prints retracted two, and the remaining four feints had been seen through. They were not threatening and would be defeated without attacking.

Fang Ze went deep into the fog and suddenly kicked out at a very close range, hitting Chen Yuan's chest in the fog.

This kick was filled with fierce energy, and Chen Yuan spurted blood and was kicked away.

"boom!"

Chen Yuan flew backwards seven or eight meters away with a cloud of thick fog, until he hit a big tree in the forest where two people were hugging each other. The trunk of the big tree exploded from behind after being hit, and the seven-eight-meter-high tree fell directly from the

Broken below.

"Kacha!" The trunk of the big tree fell to the ground.

Fallen leaves were scattered all over the ground.

The fog on Chen Yuan's body gradually dissipated, revealing his true appearance.

He was sitting on the ground, leaning against the broken roots of a big tree, coughing up blood from his mouth, and his eyes were quite fierce, but if you look closely, you could see that there was also a certain amount of fear.

If Chen Yuan hadn't transferred most of the force of Fang Ze's leg to the big tree at the last moment, he would have been kicked to death!

Fang Ze's kick was so powerful that he was so domineering!

The two looked at each other for a moment.

"What kind of martial arts are you doing?" Chen Yuan suddenly said.

His mouth and nose were bleeding, there were blood stains between his teeth, and his clothes had been torn by violent kicks. He looked extremely miserable.

"Wanli returns to the sect, Yin and Yang mix mystical skills."

Fang Ze, whose blue shirt was fluttering in the night wind, replied calmly.

Chen Yuan gritted his teeth and said after a long while: "I was careless... Wanligui Sect is not famous for its martial arts in the world and is only famous for its Qinggong. I underestimated you, cough..." He spit out another mouthful of blood, and then

He said harshly: "I didn't expect you to be so good at fighting!"

Fang Ze smiled slightly.

Indeed, the Wanligui sect is not well-known for its martial arts in the world, and is only famous for its lightness skills.

But who said that disciples who have returned to the sect from thousands of miles away cannot be beaten?

If it really couldn't be fought, how could the Wanligui sect have continued for thousands of years from the Middle Ages to the present?

Being low-key doesn't mean you have no strength.

Chen Yuan gritted his teeth, feeling extremely aggrieved.

He was a little dissatisfied with losing.

Just as they started fighting, Chen Yuan sensed that Fang Ze's state was also the state of the seventh physical transformation.

This can be confirmed from the strength of the true energy and the feeling of fighting, and it cannot be faked.

Chen Yuan felt aggrieved a lot.

He is clearly in the same realm as Fang Ze, and in terms of profound skills, Chen Yuan should be more profound. After all, he is already twenty-seven, and is only one step away from the eighth transformation of the physical realm.

Fang Ze was only in his early twenties, and Chen Yuan had been practicing martial arts longer than Fang Ze, but when he really started to fight, it turned out that Fang Ze's true energy was more powerful and stronger.

How is this practiced?

That's fine, just think that the other party is a martial arts genius, Chen Yuan can recognize it even by pinching his nose.

But what frustrated him the most was that Fang Ze's level was not much higher than his, but his skills were very weird.

Chen Yuan has never seen an opponent with such a big gap between yin and soft masculine energy, but who can switch so quickly and so naturally.

It was almost like fighting with two people who practiced Qi of completely different nature or even completely opposite.

Chen Yuan felt extremely uncomfortable.

This was due to the special skill. Although Chen Yuan was not convinced, he could still accept it reluctantly.

But what kind of evil tricks does the other party use to control the physical body?

Chen Yuan's arms were out of control just now and he actually hit himself.

Chen Yuan is still deeply shocked by this.

If it hadn't been like this, Chen Yuan asked himself that he wouldn't be so embarrassed.

Also, this must be the first time for Fang Ze to fight against the Xuanwu Palace disciples who know the Thirty-Six Palms of Cloud and Mist, right? How come he was not confused at all and could easily defeat this palm technique completely?

Chen Yuan was very confident in the attainments and power of the Thirty-Six Palms of Cloud and Mist, but today, he felt deep self-doubt.

Chen Yuan felt that the Fang Ze he faced today was completely evil!

Fang Ze looked at Chen Yuan and said:

"Although I don't know why you insist on attacking me, it is true that you have malicious intentions towards me."

"Chen Yuan, your left hand is half disabled, your ribs are probably broken seven or eight, and your remaining combat power is limited."

"Do you think I should directly eradicate the roots today and get rid of you?"

Listening to Fang Ze's calm words, Chen Yuan suddenly felt a chill running down his spine.

"Fang Ze, it won't do you any good to kill me... Even though I'm injured right now, if you really kill me, I still have the secret technique to stimulate my potential, and you won't feel better if we fight to the death!"

"Even if your strength is higher than mine, I can still do it even if I am determined to die and exchange for your serious injury with my own death."

"I advise you not to try."
To be continued...