While Guo Jing was wondering why Yang Guo had such a powerful Thwart Kung Fu, the worry in his heart also calmed down.
Yang Guo had such a mysterious Thwart Training Kung Fu, and Guo Jingguan's internal strength was very deep.
With Yang Guo's current skills, he could be considered to have the ability to protect himself against the threat of Qiu Chuji and the others. Even Guo Jing predicted that Qiu Chuji might not be Yang Guo's match.
At this time, Yang Guo looked at Qiu Chuji, his two eyebrows slightly raised as he said faintly.
"Qiu Chuji, the Quan Zhen Sect disciples you sent are too weak. I think you should do it yourself. It might be interesting to fight with you.”
Since things had already come to this point, Yang Guo didn't speak so politely.
When Qiu Chuji heard Yang Guo's words and saw the Quan Zhen Sect's disciples wailing in pain on the ground, his face turned extremely gloomy. His eyes were cold as he said coldly.
"Yang Guo, first you crippled Zhijing's martial arts and then you injured a few disciples of Quan Zhen Sect. Now, you're speaking rudely to me. How can I forgive you?”
"Take this, Yang Guo."
As soon as the cold voice fell, Qiu Chuji shouted in a low voice. He raised the internal strength in his body, stepped on the ground lightly, and his body turned into a sharp sword, shooting towards Yang Guo.
In a flash, Qiu Chuji arrived in front of Yang Guo. He raised his palm and fiercely pressed it against Yang Guo's chest.
When Yang Guo saw Qiu Chuji's palm strike towards him, he immediately raised the dragon-like internal strength in his body, and his feet stood upright like ancient pines.
The second-rate martial art, Iron Skin, was displayed to its limit. If Yang Guo revealed his body at this moment, he would find that his skin had already turned bronze.
As Yang Guo pushed the Iron Skin Technique to its limit, his skin, cells, and bones instantly became as hard as refined iron.
As one of the Seven Sons of Quanzhen, Qiu Chuji's martial arts were naturally much better than Zhao Zhijing's, so Yang Guo naturally wouldn't let his guard down.
Suddenly, Qiu Chuji's palm landed on Yang Guo's chest, and a powerful internal force spewed out.
In an instant, Qiu Chuji felt as if his palm was imprinted on fine iron, and a powerful force was sent back to him.
Thump, thump, thump!
The powerful rebound force forced Qiu Chuji back a few steps.
Qiu Chuji stopped in his tracks and took a deep breath. He suppressed the chaotic internal strength and a hint of seriousness appeared in his eyes.
He did not expect that his full-strength palm strike against Yang Guo would not only not cause any damage to Yang Guo, but it also almost injured himself.
At this time, Qiu Chuji's heart was in turmoil. He was very shocked by Yang Guo's profound martial arts.
Qiu Chuji gritted his teeth and said hatefully to Yang Guo.
"Yang Guo, you're so insidious. You're clearly so skilled in martial arts, yet you're pretending that you don't know any.”
When Yang Guo heard Qiu Chuji's words, he could not help but sneer and say indifferently.
"Qiu Chuji, I really wonder if your head was kicked by a donkey. Did I say that I don't know martial arts?”
"You're the one who always thought that I was an ordinary person. How dare you say that?”
Speaking up to this point, Yang Guo glanced at Qiu Chuji disdainfully as if he was looking at a fool.
When Qiu Chuji heard this and saw Yang Guo looking at him like he was looking at a statue, the anger in his heart suddenly soared. He was so angry that one Buddha was born and two Buddhas ascended to heaven.
"Ah, Yang Guo, you thief, I will take your life today.”
Qiu Chuji could no longer hold back. He pulled out the sword at his waist and stabbed straight at Yang Guo. He wanted to send Yang Guo to the west with a sword to vent the anger in his body.
When Yang Guo saw Qiu Chuji's sword stabbing towards him, a glint appeared in his bright eyes as he thought to himself.
Qiu Chuji, you came at the right time. I want to see if your sword is sharp or my Iron Shirt is awesome.
Suddenly, the internal strength that was like a dragon slowly circulated in Yang Guo's limbs and bones. Facing Qiu Chuji's fierce sword move, Yang Guo didn't rush or dodge. Instead, he directly met it.
His right hand suddenly clenched into a fist, bringing with it a sharp fist wind as he punched towards Qiu Chuji's sword.
Guo Jing, who was not far away, saw that Yang Guo actually wanted to use his fist and Qiu Chuji's sword to fight hard. He could not help but be shocked and thought to himself.
Guo 'er, you were too impulsive this time. No matter how good your Thwart Training Kung Fu is, you can't use your body to forcefully steel a sword.
However, Guo Jing had clearly underestimated the system's Iron Skin Technique, which was at the great success realm.
Yang Guo's fist and Qiu Chuji's sword collided with a bang.
Yang Guo's fist suddenly broke the sword in Qiu Chuji's hand. At the same time, Yang Guo's fist didn't stop and smashed fiercely towards Qiu Chuji's chest.
Qiu Chuji never dreamed that his sword would be broken by Yang Guo's punch. Suddenly, he found that Yang Guo's punch was aimed at his chest.
He couldn't help but feel alert, subconsciously wanting to dodge Yang Guo's fierce punch, but it was too late.
In an instant, Yang Guo's iron fist landed solidly on Qiu Chuji's chest. Powerful internal strength spewed out, and Qiu Chuji felt as if he had been smashed by a heavy hammer.
He spat out a mouthful of fresh blood and his body flew out like a kite with a broken string. He flew out for more than ten meters before he fell to the ground with a bang.
Yang Guo did not hold back in this punch, directly using all his strength. If Qiu Chuji had used all his internal strength to protect his heart meridian at the last moment.
Yang Guo's punch directly sent Qiu Chuji to the King of Hell for tea.
At this moment, Qiu Chuji's face was very pale. Blood flowed from the corner of his mouth, and his breathing was very low.
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