Martial arts: 10,000 times return, start with apprentice Xiaolongnu

Looking at Zhao Zhijing, who was kneeling on the ground, Su Liu smiled slightly and said softly:

“It seems that your bones are not as hard as you think.”

Zhao Zhijing trembled and prostrated his head and begged for forgiveness.

“Daoist friends… For the sake of the same vein of the Daomen… You spare my life…”

The corners of Su Liu’s mouth drew a cold arc, and there was a gloomy violence in his voice.

“The same as the Daomen one vein?”

“Then do you know why the old Dao who came to your true enlightenment half a month ago was humiliated for no reason, and finally became angry and bedridden, and ended up depressed?”

“Do you know that his old man asked for medicine for his sick apprentice, so he didn’t care about his face to ask for medicine?”

“Do you know that that apprentice is Dao Ye me?”

Su Liu’s series of questions made Zhao Zhijing’s face instantly look like earth.

Because, he has already recalled.

Half a month ago, this old dao who came to ask for medicine for his apprentice was personally driven down the mountain by himself!

“I… I do not know… That old Dao is your master…” Zhao Zhijing was trembling, his eyes were full of fear, and he kept begging for forgiveness like a prostrating worm.

Su Liu’s gaze was getting colder and colder.

Although he was laughing, this smile made Zhao Zhijing shudder.

“Ask for medicine, you don’t give it, it’s nothing.”

“But you shouldn’t, you shouldn’t, you shouldn’t humiliate an old man over eighty.”

Su Liu sighed lightly, looked at Zhao Zhijing indifferently, and said quietly: “There is a head for wrongs, and there is a master for debts, so use your life to atone for your sins!” ”

Before the words could be heard, he saw a tremor in his palm, his true qi exploded, and the long sword in his palm instantly shattered, turning into hundreds of sword blade fragments.

Immediately after, Su Liu’s robe sleeve waved, and the mighty true qi spread out, like a whirlwind, wrapping the thousands of sword blade fragments into the jade, as if turning into a sword blade storm, about to roar towards Zhao Zhijing, who had collapsed on the ground.

“Stop—”

“Dare !!!”

“No way!”

At this moment, with a series of angry shouts, several figures dressed in Daoist robes floated from a distance like cranes.

It seemed that these few people should be Wang Chongyang’s seven disciples, the current rulers of the Quanzhen Sect.

The Seven Sons of Quanzhen.

“Fellow Daoists, !!! mercy from your subordinates”

Su Liu ignored it, sneered, and then flicked the sleeve of his robe forward.

The next moment, thousands of broken sword blades roared out, and under the wrapping of majestic true qi, it was like a storm of sword blades that swept Zhao Zhijing inside.

A thousand knives, flesh and blood into mud.

A terrible scream echoed throughout the Chongyang Palace.

Su Liu, on the other hand, stood in the same place with indifferent eyes, a moon white Robe was not stained, and the belt fluttered between them, as if he were a god among the gods, and the tragic appearance of blood on the side formed a very sharp contrast.

One thought of heaven, one thought of hell.

Looking at this scene, Zhao Zhijing’s master Wang Chu was blinded, roared angrily, and immediately flew towards Su Liu.

“Shuko, you are so bold!”

Looking at the black-faced Dao Commander who flew away, Su Liu’s eyes were cold and he proudly said, “You alone can’t get into the eyes of the poor Dao!” ”

After saying that, I saw him raise his hand, clench his fist, punch out, and do it in one go.

Throw a punch and bombard the void.

Punch out!

It was the most fierce set of martial arts in the Nine Yin True Scriptures- the Great Voldemort Fist!

And under the impetus of the Nine Yang Feihong Divine Gong and the vast divine power of the Nirvana Body, this fist was like the fist of the Heavenly God descending from the Nine Heavens

The golden fist was like a dragon in the sky, bursting into golden ripples in the void, and the Qi of the Nine Yang Flying Rainbow gathered but did not disperse, straight like a roaring wave and a bursting volcano, suddenly crashing into Wang Zhiyi, who was still in mid-air.

The latter was stunned, never expecting that this seemingly young Handsome Daoist could actually send out such a terrible punch.

The king didn’t have time to think much about it, and hurriedly drew his sword out of its sheath.

Boom!

With the long sword in his hand, this Quanzhen master with the name of the Iron Foot Immortal had already attacked twenty-three swords in an instant with the momentum of lightning, and the clear sword light seemed to be a dense sword net intertwined in mid-air, enveloping him.

But even so, it was difficult to resist Su Liu’s thunderous punch.

Bang!

The fist like a dragon burst through the air, erupting with a terrifying power like a landslide and tsunami, and almost in a blink of an eye, it smashed the sword net that the king had chopped out.

Then the fist was still condensed, and the heavy bombardment hit his chest.

“Poof—”

The fist exploded, like thunder exploding, and it seemed to erupt like a volcano.

Rao was already full of True Qi to resist, but the bursting force still shook him to the core of severe pain, his face first became red, then became pale, and his figure retreated backwards for more than ten inches, spitting out a mouthful of blood, and almost falling to the ground.

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