Supreme Merit Cultivation System

Wu Qiang didn't even change his clothes, so he just wore a tight-fitting robe and polished black cowhide riding boots and descended to the eighth floor surrounded by a group of guards.

The two captains, the Chinese character face and the tall guy, were both there. The tall guy was more straightforward and asked: "Brother Qiang, do you need to call me Brother Xiao Wu?"

"Brother Xiao Wu" is Wu Qiang's younger brother Wu Jiannan, another captain of the Wangxiang Palace Guard Team.

Wu Qiang frowned impatiently and said, "Stop shouting. Isn't he calling for Master Liu? How long will it take for him to come over?"

Guozi Lian saw that the boss always looked absent-minded, wanting to remind him but afraid of being scolded. Seeing that he was approaching the door on the eighth floor, he had to turn sideways, half blocking Wu Qiang's front.

There are still eleven escort monks accompanying this time, which is considered a huge lineup.

Pushing open the door to the eighth floor, more than a dozen people filed in. After just one glance, they all froze on the spot.

Just because the eighth floor at this time is supposed to be the time for girls to train. But at this time, everywhere you look is empty, let alone people, there is not even a shadow of a ghost.

If these more than a hundred girls are really missing, the matchmaker will have to eat people! Wu Qiang sweated on his forehead and suddenly turned his head. Only to see that the door was blocked by a large group of flowing water and clouds.

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Looking up again, there was a sudden golden light in the air twenty feet away. Li Mo was sitting high on the golden dragon's head, looking down at the people below.

"As expected, you rushed out!" Wu Qiang's eyes flashed slightly, he turned his hand and took out a robe, preparing to change on the spot.

Li Mo was quite satisfied with his appearance, but he would not be stupid enough to let him change his magic weapon before having a "fair duel".

He raised his hand, and a spark of fire hit him like a meteor.

No one is unfamiliar with this spell, it is the middle-level Xuan-level Star Explosion Flame.

If the star explosion fire emitted by the monks in the later stage of Qi training really explodes in a crowd, there will never be more than three people standing there!

At such a close distance, how could those monks in the early stage of Qi refining stop them? How could they resist it?

In the midst of lightning and flint, Wu Qiang fiercely took back his robe, stepped out from the crowd, and stood in the air. His right fist swung and he punched forward.

A stream of turbidity blasted out from his fist, instantly turning into an indestructible wave of turbidity, causing the stars to explode in advance!

The turbid waves rolled away, dissipating all the remaining power of Xingchen's explosive flames. The force continued, like a mudslide after a heavy rain, rolling towards Li Mo.

This is Wu Qiang's special skill, the high-level Xuan-level Zhuolang boxing technique. And at first glance, he has mastered this boxing technique, and has already undergone infinite changes.

The big waves surged, split into two parts, left and right, and surged up and down. In just an instant, they bombarded the dragon's head golden seat from all angles.

"Good guy! With just this boxing technique, Wu Qiang is enough to firmly occupy the middle position among the monks in the late stage of Qi training."

Li Mo shook his head in admiration. Four streams of white light shot out from his body at the same time, penetrating through the layers of turbid waves.

Four bright moons slowly rose in the surrounding area, illuminating an area of ​​more than twenty feet. The speed and impact of the turbid waves were greatly reduced, and the two guard captains seemed to have become seventy-year-olds, and every move was extremely slow.

The remaining monks who were in the early stage of Qi training were even more miserable and turned into wooden figures.

To control so many people, the consumption of mana cannot be calculated rationally. Li Mo stood up from the golden dragon's head and used the sharp sword technique to use the scimitar flowing water. At the same time, he used the ice silk robe on his body and steamed it.

The frozen air can withstand the impact of the turbid waves whose speed is reduced by half.

The combination of sharp swordsmanship and scimitar flowing water is extremely destructive, but after all, it is not Xiao Li's flying knife that never fails.

Although he seemed to have fallen into the glue, Wu Qiang still gritted his teeth and moved a few feet sideways in the air, barely avoiding the blow. Although he was not injured, his robe was ripped open with a big hole. He saw that the decent robe he had carefully purchased was destroyed.

, seeing that the date was hopeless, his face suddenly turned darker than that of the African...

"You bastard, I want you to die!"

He gritted his teeth and tried his best to use his magic power. The turbid waves hit the freezing air with higher waves, and even made a cracking sound.

Li Mo also had a slight sweat on his forehead, thinking, is this guy crazy?

He quickly used the sharp sword technique to raise the ice and fire sword and kept slashing at Wu Qiang.

In the later stage of Qi training, the monks worked hard but were still very tenacious. Wu Qiang didn't even wear a protective robe, and used an intermediate Xuan-level protective spell, Xuan Ice Egg Guard, to form an ice shell more than two feet thick outside his body.

It's a hard fight. As much as you cut with the Ice and Fire Flying Sword, I'll use my mana to make up for it. Basically, it's a strategy of resisting without hesitation of mana.

His method was stupid enough, but it was very effective at this time.

Normally, such a mana consumption, whether it is Zhuolang Fist or Xuanbing Danhu, consumes several times more mana than Li Mo. But don't forget, he is not fighting alone!

After only a moment of adjustment, shrouded in the light of Chi Jing on a moonlit night, the two captains in the middle stage of Qi training gritted their teeth and resisted the tearing of the white light. Each used their magical weapons to blast Li Mo fiercely.

The other eleven were not fully cared for by Bai Guang in the early stage of Qi training, but they were almost strangled to death by Bai Guang. However, they also knew that now was the time to fight. They would rather be strangled until they vomited blood, and they also used their own magic to shoot at Li Mo.

As the saying goes, an elephant will be killed if there are too many ants. Li Mo had to concentrate on dealing with the numerous attacks. Otherwise, one wave of impact might knock out a small piece of the freezing air outside his body, and the all-pervasive turbid waves would definitely take the opportunity to get in.

Under the cover of dark clouds and the earth spirit armor, he was still battered by the siege.

"You little bastard, you dare to ruin my good deeds! Brothers, work harder and grind him to death!" Wu Qiang shouted, his punches coming one after another, becoming more and more fierce.

Fighting with more and less feels different. The morale of Wu Qiang's side has greatly increased. Although Li Mo's side is in a state of distress, he actually has complete initiative in fighting or fleeing. He is still holding on and refusing to retreat.

, on the one hand because he still has a trump card, on the other hand because... he is not fighting alone!

At some point, the flowing water that blocked the exit turned into clouds and turned into a wave of clear water more than ten feet long. The waves were snow-white, like a white dragon meandering in the sky, slowly penetrating into the white light and practicing Qi towards everyone.

The early convoy monks were forced to leave.

The rays of light shining through the moonlit night mirror retreated where the white waves passed. In a blink of an eye, the waves were already within striking distance.

The offensive method that Hu Jiaxin refined is called "White Dragon Controlling the Sky", but she has not yet completely refined it, and can only exert a power close to the mid-level Xuan level.

This kind of attack power is naturally ineffective against Wu Qiang, but compared to the early and mid-term Qi Lian Yigan who is within the range of Yue Ye Chi's mirror light, it is still very lethal.

It's just that Hu Jia has never hurt anyone before, so he is inevitably a little hesitant when he strikes.

The white waves rolled, as if a giant python whipped its tail and pulled out horizontally. Although they did not find the best angle due to a slight hesitation, they severely injured four people on the spot. They were choked by the mirror light of Zhaoyue Yechi, and they fainted immediately.

passed.

The white waves rushed vertically again, meandering away, knocking down five more people. They were also stunned by the mirror light.

Wu Qiang had seen all this from his superior position, but was unable to stop it. Seeing his men fall one after another, he finally decided to retreat.

But as soon as his thoughts came to his mind, Li Mo over there suddenly roared loudly, and had already used the Xuan-level mid-level attack burst spell "Zaiwei"...

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