Mysterious World, I Can Change My Destiny

The fourth level of martial arts is divided into two levels: opening up the sea of ​​​​qi and condensing the real astral.

Because after the inner qi is separated from the body, the power will be greatly reduced.

Therefore, before convincing, clearing the pulse, and changing blood, most of them compete with fists and feet.

Usually, fist, palm and claw are practiced first, and then joint grappling.

Until the condensed true astral is completed, the method of weapons will be entered.

Xuantian ascends to the dragon's way, the three yin slaughtering sword, the reason why its slaughter is fierce and condescending.

It is unique in that it uses visualization to preserve the mystery of the gods.

Exercise your inner qi as soon as possible, and polish the qi pulse profound knife.

In this way, it is possible to put more than ten feet away, break gold and crack iron, and block those who are invincible.

But even so, it still lacks condensed and pure.

It is far from being on a par with True Astral Power.

The reason is also simple.

The warrior stepped into the four realms.

Inner qi, blood qi, and essence qi will undergo a huge transformation.

Just like cultivating the Holy Womb, it condenses and condenses the source in the body into a round, radiant real pill.

This thing will convert all the inner qi into true qi, and feed back the flesh body.

Achieving the fusion of the inner world and becoming a small Zhoutian by itself.

After completing this step, the martial artist will cycle endlessly, and his vitality is extremely powerful.

Even if you don't eat or drink for a year and a half, there will be no attenuation.

At the same time, the four realms of martial arts have the saying that there is no regrets in the astral.

It means that no matter what kind of martial arts you practice, what kind of real skills you practice.

Once the work is done, it is irreversible.

It is the top priority.

Now, on the loess road to Huangliang County, Yingzhou.

There were actually two masters of True Astral who refused to give in to each other and suddenly confronted each other.

boom!

The gust of wind was pulled up out of thin air, and the airflow oscillated and made a loud noise, flapping in all directions.

Ji Yuan's figure was as solid as a mountain, and the long sword in the sheath was not fully drawn out, only a bright light was revealed.

Qin Wugou, who was originally standing behind, seemed unable to hold back.

The corners of the golden-winged Dapeng robe fluttered, bringing out an afterimage.

As if lightning flashed across the sky, the slender five fingers that were as white as jade pressed lightly to meet the blazing white color that was extremely fast and fierce.

The unparalleled strength is restrained to the extreme, silent.

It was like thousands of wind dragons quietly exploded and slammed into the wind and thunder real Gang hit by Yang Lixiao.

Zizizi!

Chi Chi Chi!

The atmosphere with a radius of twenty feet seemed to turn into a boiling lake.

With Qin Wugou and Yang Lixiao as the center, ripples appeared in the calm void.

It continued to spread, and finally set off a turbulent and violent turbulent!

Ji Yuan was the closest to facing such terrifying coercion.

It's just that he has strong tendons and ribs, and his physique is extraordinary, comparable to a three-level warrior who has broken through the blood exchange.

No matter how strong the strong wind blows and blows up the white python flying fish suit, it can't shake the tall and straight figure.

It's just that Pei Tu, Li Yan, Tong Guan and others don't have such tyrannical skills.

They stepped back again and again, and swept away.

But still called Mantian Yanchen to slap his head and face, looking embarrassed.

In particular, Pei Shilang's martial arts foundation was the worst, and he was almost blown away and fell into a rolling gourd.

"It's still Lord Hundred Households who are very powerful. In the battlefield where the two masters of true gangs confront each other, they are still unmoved!"

Ji Yuan took a deep breath, his eyes flashed quickly, as if thinking about calculations.

If it is replaced by myself, how many tricks can I take from the real masters of the four realms?

Can he escape unscathed?

In the flash of thoughts, the two real gangs collided head-on.

As soon as the strength of both palms collided, Yang Lixiao's face suddenly changed, and he shouted angrily:

"Panlong Zhengang! Who are you from Ao Jing!?"

Boom!

The atmosphere exploded with a huge explosion like a thunderbolt, and the real astral that the female thousand households urged was like a heavenly dragon coiled in layers, containing several layers of rigidity and softness.

Under the temporary oversight, Yang Lixiao's Fenglei Zhengang couldn't deal with it.

He quickly changed his moves, grabbing and taking a shot with his stout palm.

It seems to capture thousands of wind dragons and bombard the past.

"What's the matter with you!"

Qin Wugou was as cold and glamorous as an iceberg, his phoenix eyes were filled with evil, and he said:

"Walk or not, fight or fight, you have no guts!"

The foot exerts force, and the five fingers are bent like hooks.

With a sudden grip, the roaring wind dragon was squeezed abruptly!

"This stinky bitch is so vicious!"

Feeling bad, Yang Lixiao quickly sank his luck and stabilized his burly figure like an iron tower.

The big white-fronted tiger with hanging eyes let out a whimper, as if it could not bear the violent force.

Qin Wugou was unreasonable, and the murderous intent in his eyes skyrocketed.

The qi around his body spurted thin, like a blue dragon coiled on his right arm.

Open your teeth and dance your claws, like clenching a knife and axe, slashing down!

"Have I offended her? She's going to fight me for life and death!"

Yang Lixiao was confused, the iron crown on his head buzzed, and his black hair was dancing wildly like a snake.

The spine dragon in the body trembled wildly, as if it took off for nine days.

The blood in the whole body lifted up and rolled away like thunder.

Fenglei Zhengang, which has been polished for nearly ten years, turned into a crackling tiny electric light lingering on the right palm.

Shoot again suddenly!

Boom boom boom!

The sturdy arms swelled twice, and the tendons were pulled apart, like a red horned dragon violently protruding.

The five fingers flicked and made a piercing sound of cutting, and layers of sticky white waves squeezed inward.

It seemed to form a cage, shrouded down, trying to trap Qin Wugou's slender figure.

This is chasing the wind and locking the soul!

The killing stunt of piercing the throat and topping the heart between the fingers!

"The thirteen guardians of the Duke of Liang's residence are nothing more than that."

Qin Wugou's face was calm, neither dodging nor avoiding.

The majestic vigor progresses layer by layer, from the shoulders to the palms of the fingers.

Like thousands of rivers returning to the sea, the surging is unparalleled.

The majestic blood swept through the limbs and bones, making a roar like the roar of a dragon.

The fist like a big spear shot out suddenly and walked along the center line.

Its speed is even better than the Soul Locking Hand urged by Fenglei Zhengang.

crackle! crackle! crackle!

A powerful wind that is invincible!

Immediately exploded into a large air stream!

"Rainstorm Pear Spear!"

Yang Lixiao's vision is not low and his knowledge is good, so he can't help but take a deep breath.

He could see that Qin Wugou used this move to turn his spear into a fist, and his strength was unpredictable.

The extremely pure Coiling Dragon True Gang is like a drill bit, easily digging out his own Wind and Thunder True Gang.

Then it turned into a snarling force, like a tough cloth wrapping tightly, trying to lock his right arm.

Once hit, it is a terrible end of flesh and blood.

The face of this third Taibao under Duke Liang's command changed drastically. After his move was broken, he would have lost the first chance. How could he resist Qin Wugou's fierce attack with his fist as a spear.

Clamping his legs, the big white-fronted tiger with hanging eyes under his crotch carried his master on his back.

He opened his bloody mouth and spit out a cloud of air.

I saw a large gust of demon wind whirling, rolling up one person and one tiger out of thin air and retreating.

"Entering is easy, retreating is difficult!"

Ji Yuan, who was watching the battle, finally seized the opportunity and gave Huleibao a wink.

The dragon foal understood, and the group of polyps under its jaw trembled.

He sighed in the sky, making a strange cry.

A large plume of black smoke seemed to cover the top of a dark cloud, when the head covered the white-fronted tiger with hanging eyes and eyes.

Roar!

The mighty and ferocious Giant Colorful Tiger also roared angrily, both anger and fear.

The huge body like a mountain swayed and fell down.

Yang Lixiao, who was sitting on it, was caught off guard. It has been several years since he had subdued hundreds of dangjing and white-fronted households, and this strange situation has never occurred.

One step at a time, one step at a time!

How could Qin Wugou miss the fighter plane, the golden-winged Dapeng robe crossed the sky, and crushed it with one palm!

Its body is like a bronze pillar that penetrates the sky, and eight lifelike dragons are coiled around, like a body protector, indestructible.

The extremely majestic real gang urges, as if the Tianhe hangs upside down and falls down, shaking the void on all sides and showing a tendency to collapse!

"To die here..."

Yang Lixiao's eyes flashed a hint of fear and a touch of cruelty, and tried his best to squeeze Zhen Gang.

The wind and thunder in the body were turbulent, and they collided with each other to make a loud roar.

He raised his arms, pounding like a thunder god drum.

boom boom boom-

The deafening continuous explosions turned into Shen Meng and slammed upwards!

"This is the pinnacle of my life skills! Smelly girls! See how you..."

In a desperate situation where he is about to die, Yang Lixiao has a vague feeling of a breakthrough.

His Fenglei Zhengang, Wind Chaser, Wulang Palm, Thunder Prison Sword...

All the martial arts he learned seemed to be integrated into the qi and blood oven, and gradually evolved into his own enlightenment.

Between life and death, it's going to be even better!

"Um?"

Before the joy from his heart rose, Yang Lixiao suddenly felt that something was wrong.

Long knife out of its sheath!

It's like a dragon roaring and a tiger roaring!

The bright light of the knife raised its head like an angry dragon, slashing the world from bottom to top!

"What kind of martial arts is this...?"

Yang Lixiao's eyes were fixed, and the ecstasy of the rest of his life after the catastrophe suddenly solidified.

Time seems to be slowing down.

He saw that the white python flying fish suit stepped on with one step, and the yellow dirt road burst into cracks and collapsed several inches.

As if the land dragon and elephant collided recklessly, with the powerful recoil force, the Liaodong mud-legged man leapt up.

The embroidered spring knife hidden in the sheath finally turned into a thick and dazzling silver streamer.

In the smoke and dust rising everywhere, its people are like dragons, and its swords are like prisons!

Yang Lixiao's hair stood on end, and he opened his mouth to shout:

"I am the fourth grade ginseng in the mighty army..."

The voice was fast, with a hint of panic and fear.

Unfortunately...it's late.

The light of the knife rolled away as quickly as thunder, and with the clear sound of Jin Tie falling, the bone-piercing cold light swept through the whole body.

"Ahhhh!"

Yang Lixiao looked dull, looking at the sturdy right arm that was broken at the elbow.

It wasn't until the red blood gushed out like a spring that the sharp pain hit his brain.

The turbulent qi disappeared, and Shen Meng's strength vanished.

The blade cuts through the flesh and blood, cutting everything off!

The qiu tendons and ribs and the strong dragon elephant, coupled with the push of the six qi meridians, even the masters of the four realms can't stop it!

"You shouldn't put away your body protection, Lord Yang.

Life and death are in the front line, don't you understand this truth? "

Ji Yuan's wrist turned, and the blade shook and splattered blood, and said lightly.

"Bastard! You bastard from Liaodong! A certain family is a fourth-rank sergeant of the mighty army! You dare to murder the military attache!"

Yang Lixiao almost fell into madness and roared hysterically.

"The Duke of Liang can't move me, what can you do?

The mere fourth-rank participating generals, and participating in my memorial may not be able to get the Eastern Palace case.

Even if I was lucky enough to be left behind by the cabinet and passed it on to the Crown Prince, do you think His Highness will punish me? "

Ji Yuan shook his head and looked at Yang Lixiao with a broken arm with a kind of pity, like a silent mockery and contempt.

"A certain family will definitely kill you! Kill you! Remove your bones! Peel your skin off!"

Yang Lixiao's eyes were about to split, and he seemed to be extremely angry, and two lines of blood dripped from the corners of his eyes.

How could he have been so humiliated!

It turned out to be a little bastard who was able to pass through the second realm!

Cut off an arm!

"I am waiting for you."

Ji Yuan was indifferent and stood with his sword in hand.

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ps: Three thousand words will be sent, and we will continue tomorrow~