In desperation, Fang Chen shrank his body and put his hands in front of his body to block the vitals of his body. A force of origin flowed out from his body and turned into a protective energy!
"Boom!"
Yang Qingxuan shot down with two fingers, and two huge vortexes suddenly appeared in front of Fang Chen, crushing his original force and hitting him violently!
"Boom!"
Fang Chen was sent flying all at once. Before he landed, he shot into the mountain wall like a straight line, and fell into a depth of two or three feet. A large amount of rubble fell and rolled into the pool.
Yang Qingxuan fell to the ground with both feet on the ground, and the shock was more than ten feet away, drawing two deep marks on the ground.
After being hit by Fang Chen, he struck out two fingers with all his strength, surpassing the load his body could bear, and vomited out a mouthful of blood again.
"It's not... over..."
Yang Qingxuan reset the broken rib in front of his chest, grasped it with five fingers, and condensed out a demon-slaying sword. With a wave of wind and cloud, it turned into sword lights, and slammed into the depression on the mountain wall!
"Boom! Boom! Boom!"
When Jian Guang was about to cut into the mountain wall, a gust of wind burst out from within, smashing all the sword energy!
The entire sunken hole was even more shattered, Fang Chen's mouth and body were covered with blood, and he rushed out of it first, "It's impossible to hurt me!"
"Even if you wound me, the final victory is still mine! This is the insurmountable gap between the jade bone and the soul!"
Huge unwillingness and anger erupted, dragging the seriously injured body, and then issued a "piercing kill", flying attack!
"Heh, as expected of a strong man in the Jade Bone Realm, he can still be alive and kicking under the power of my two fingers in that state, but..."
Yang Qingxuan did not evade or retreat, raised his left hand, holding a string of hanging beads, which were the beads left by Tianhe Shuisi, from which the huge power of Zhiyang radiated.
The Six Paths of Flame Sun rose up, hovered in the sky, whirled unceasingly, merged into one, condensed into a huge palm, and slammed down violently!
"Boundary is only a part of victory, not all!"
Sand and rocks were flying on the ground under the pressure of the palm, and the pool of water not far away was "gurgling" boiling, with a large number of blisters appearing, and a layer was directly evaporated.
"What?!"
Fang Chen was terrified, his eyeballs opened violently, and the power of that palm gave him a great sense of oppression.
But the air-piercing kill has already been shot, and he can't dodge, so he can only grit his teeth and rush forward!
"Boom!"
When the two forces collided, the space trembled, and the terrifying spiritual pressure spread out, turning into a circle of surging waves.
"puff!"
"puff!"
Both of them spat out a mouthful of blood, and each flew out.
Yang Qingxuan fell to the ground, drawing a long bloodstain, the yang qi on his body had not subsided, and his skin was flushed.
Fang Chen was thrown into the pool by the shock, a lot of water was splashed, and he sank.
Around the water pool, due to the flying of Yanyang's true energy, all the fires were ignited, and flames continued to burst out even above the water surface.
Yang Qingxuan only felt that his bones were broken, but the whole valley was burning, and if he couldn't leave, he would be burned to death here.
He forcibly supported his body, stood up tremblingly, and looked ahead, the waves in the pool swirled, and the chaotic power spread out in the form of ripples on the water.
He stared for a while, suddenly his pupils shrank, and he saw Fang Chen's body slowly rising up from the water.
"Wow!"
The water surface was broken, Fang Chen stretched out his head, panting heavily, his whole face was as pale as paper.
After being seriously injured, he fell into the water again, resulting in severe hypoxia, and almost suffocated in the water. He inspired his survival potential and swam up, his lungs expanded violently, and he greedily breathed the cold air.
The two were about ten feet apart, looking at each other.
Fang Chen floated motionless on the water, but his whole body was submerged in the water, the blood couldn't be stopped, his whole body became bright red, and his breath became weaker and weaker.
"Oh, judging by your appearance, you are still very dissatisfied."
Yang Qingxuan snorted coldly, walked to the edge of the pool, lowered his head and looked down at Fang Chen.
"I surrender."
Fang Chen suddenly gritted his teeth and said, "This time, I admit defeat!" His eyes were full of unwillingness, and there was even a crystal light flashing, and he was extremely unwilling in his heart.
"But only this time! Only this time I lost!"
Fang Chen's body was trembling in the water, and he said in a cold voice: "I have already experienced your strength, martial arts, and strategy, and I will never lose again next time!"
"Next time? Hehe."
The corner of Yang Qingxuan's mouth raised, and he said coldly: "On this road of martial arts, I will go farther and faster, and I will go faster and faster. Next time, it will be you chasing my steps."
Fang Chen trembled all over his body, clenched his hands tightly, and said through gritted teeth, "Just dream! The next time we fight again, it will be when I completely blow you up!"
With all his strength, he jumped up from the pool and landed on the ground. He couldn't stand upright, staggered a few times before he stabilized his body, and walked out of the valley without looking back.
"Yang Qingxuan, you must win and come back. If you lose, I will not let you go!"
With that said, Fang Chen's figure had disappeared into the valley.
With a "plop", Yang Qingxuan sat down on the ground, the pain spread all over his body, and he gritted his teeth and cracked his mouth in pain.
He knew that Fang Chen still had the strength to punch, if he fought again, the only result would be to die together.
Perhaps it was the absolute superiority in realm that made Fang Chen extremely dissatisfied with the result of this battle, disheartened, and no longer had the heart and power to continue the fight.
On another mountain peak, Lu Jiangpeng watched quietly, never saying a word.
"On the road of martial arts, there will always be all kinds of difficulties, hard work, hard work, despair, hesitation, and unwillingness, but warriors, it is precisely these difficulties that advance step by step. After this battle, you will be stronger, Fang Chen."
Lu Jiangpeng heaved a long sigh, his eyes shot out, looking into the valley, he sent a message: "You too, Yang Qingxuan."
…
After the battle with Fang Chen, a few days later, Yang Qingxuan gradually recovered from his injuries.
Not long after the battle, the academy's medical staff came to find him, healed him, and left behind a lot of healing pills.
Yang Qingxuan knew that this must have been arranged by Lu Jiangpeng, and most of the whole process of that battle fell into Lu Jiangpeng's eyes.
In the past few days, apart from resting and recuperating, he kept recalling the scene of that battle, thinking about the various changes, as well as the comprehension and use of various martial arts.
This is the first time he has fought with a body cultivator, and he has learned a lot. By observing Fang Chen's battle, he can find his own strengths and weaknesses.
If he fought again, he was confident that he would have a greater chance of winning against Fang Chen.
A few days later, a figure appeared in the valley, it was Lu Jiangpeng, and said, "It's time to start."
Perhaps because of waiting for this moment for too long, Lu Jiangpeng's voice was a little nervous and excited.
(end of this chapter)