Thunder Martial

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The half-step breath of the great sage was completely released, like a vortex extending out, and the coercion became stronger and stronger.

The expressions of all the monks watching around changed drastically, and they retreated backward one after another.

The boy next to the old man was still unaffected. He let go of the old man's arm, and consciously walked towards the distance.

Obviously, it would be inconvenient for him to stay here for the next battle.

Among the dissipated breath, a large part of it was locked on Zi Chen, which made Zi Chen feel a lot of pressure.

But this kind of pressure has not reached the point where he can't move his body. Although the half-step saint is also called the saint, he is indeed much weaker than the real saint.

There is no need to use the power of the Holy King, Zi Chen can resist this kind of breath.

Dazzling golden light was released from his body, and then spread forcibly, making Zi Chen within a radius of tens of meters, no more air pressure.

"It's interesting!" The old man smiled coldly, stretched out his palm, and patted Zi Chen in front of him.

On his palm prints, there is a torrential power of a holy king, and in this power of a holy king, there is a faint coercion that only a great saint can have.

Although the half-step saint is not as good as the real saint, he can still mobilize a trace of the majesty's prestige.

Although it is only a trace, it is already stronger than too many holy kings.

The energy coming out of the palm condensed into an energy palm print in front, heading towards Zi Chen. As the palm print moved forward, the palm print continued to enlarge, and when it reached Zi Chen, the palm print could already cover Zi Chen's body.

Faced with this palm, Zi Chen's expression remained unchanged, he clenched his fist with his right hand, and punched forward.

This punch exudes a dazzling golden light, powerful and powerful.

The old man smiled sarcastically after seeing Zi Chen punching out. This was a blow from the pinnacle of a holy king, how could a mere holy man resist it with a punch.

The surrounding people stepped back again, nervously staring at the next collision between the fields.

"boom!"

Fists and palms collided, and there was an explosion,

A wave of energy visible to the naked eye spread in all directions.

Those cultivators who had retreated a long distance were overtaken by the subsequent energy fluctuations, rolled their bodies and flew out backwards.

Some buildings in the distance also began to shake under this wave of fluctuations, and then one or two shops could not support them, and fell down with a crash, splashing countless smoke and dust.

On the battlefield, energy raged, and Zichen's black robe swayed.

The half-step Great Sage's attack had dissipated, and he stood still, blocking the powerful blow.

Looking at Zi Chen with flying black hair, the old man narrowed his eyes slightly, very surprised that the other party blocked his blow intact.

After that, Zichen felt a blur in front of his eyes, and the old man disappeared in place.

The next moment, the energy around him began to surge wildly, as if being squeezed by a strong force, it became chaotic.

The old man appeared in front of him, along with a shining fist.

This is a powerful punch from the half-step sage, the power it carries is terrifying, piercing screams can be heard in the air, and the space is constantly twisting, as if it might be broken at any time.

Faced with such a blow, Zi Chen's expression changed slightly, golden light shone, and he also punched out.

"Peng!"

The two fists collided, and the energy oscillated, but this time no ripples spread, and all the energy was in a restrained state.

This kind of introversion made it even more difficult for him to bear.

Therefore, Zi Chen began to retreat after this punch. Every time he retreated, the ground under his feet would tremble, and a powerful force would be transmitted to the ground through his body.

Just like that, he stepped back more than ten steps in a row before he stabilized his figure.

Looking ahead again, the half-step saint also took five steps back.

The great sage who stabilized his figure, the surprise in his eyes turned into astonishment, a coldness flashed in his old eyes, his figure flickered, and disappeared like a wisp of green smoke.

This time, the opponent's speed was even faster than before, and he was in front of Zi Chen again.

But this time the attack was no longer a fist, but a finger, like a sharp sword out of its sheath, pointing towards Zi Chen's brow.

"Buzz!"

Zi Chen's body was full of energy, and he danced wildly in a black robe. Facing this blow, he did not choose to use his fist, but used his palm to block the position between his eyebrows.

Palms in front, backs of palms behind, blocking the front.

At the same time, on the palm, there is also a force belonging to the Holy King, and the coercion of the Holy King is scattered.

Zichen's realm is revealed at this moment!

Don't look at the old man's one-finger attack, but he is the strongest among the three strikes, Zi Chen must pay attention to it.

"puff!"

The fingerprints moved forward like a sharp sword, easily cut through Zichen's holy king's defense, and then tapped on Zichen's palm. The skin on his palm was broken little by little, and then a finger hole appeared in the center of the palm.

The energy surged wildly, and the violent breath scattered. After breaking his palm, the old man felt his blow, as if he had encountered the strongest substance in the world, and produced a strong counter-shock force.

"Peng!"

There was a loud shock, and his figure fell backwards, and Zi Chen stood motionless on the spot.

He withdrew the palm that was blocking the front, and then clenched it into a fist, with blood escaping from between the fingers.

He stood on the spot without moving, and easily blocked the old man's strongest third blow.

And after this blow, the old man seemed to have paid a considerable price, and he looked even older.

He leaned on the crutches in his left hand again, looked at Zi Chen with cloudy eyes, nodded and said: "Three tricks have passed, you have won."

The boy with red lips and white teeth trotted over from the crowd and helped the old man again.

The old man didn't say anything else, he turned around slowly, hunched his back, and prepared to leave with the support of the boy.

Zi Chen looked at the old man's back and said: "Old man, what you lack is not a holy weapon, but a chance."

The old man stopped walking and looked back at Zi Chen.

Zi Chen continued: "Even if you have holy soldiers, your situation will not be good. What you need is a chance to become a great saint. If you advance to become a great saint, I believe you will still have endless lives."

"Is there a chance for the Great Sage?" The old man smiled, his smile was too bitter, "Is there such a chance in this star road?"

"Of course there is no Star Road, but I know there is a place." Zi Chen looked at the old man and said.

A light flashed in the old man's muddy eyes, as if seeing hope, he asked, "Where is that place?"

Zi Chen smiled, but said nothing.

The light in the old man's eyes disappeared, he looked at Zi Chen and said calmly: "What do I need to do?"

"Follow me to the hall for a talk!" Zi Chen stretched out his hand to invite, and the palm of his hand that was broken earlier has completely recovered at this moment.

The old man, who knew very well that his blow contained a trace of the power of the Great Sage, shrank his pupils after seeing this scene, and the opponent's recovery speed surprised him again.

"Let's go." The old man followed Zi Chen forward without thinking too much.

As a half-step saint, if he insists on leaving, who can stop him in this world?

Therefore, he is not worried that Zi Chen is planning to harm him!

But soon, the old man realized how ridiculous his thoughts were. Perhaps a half-step saint can indeed cross the star path, but this range definitely does not include the evil star.

When Zi Chen walked to the hall, he was surprised to find a middle-aged man sitting there, drinking tea leisurely.

After being stunned for a moment, he asked in surprise, "Senior, why are you here?"

The old man who came after him also noticed the middle-aged man. His pupils shrank, and the energy in his body naturally circulated. He stood at the door and stopped, staring at the middle-aged man vigilantly.

The middle-aged man put down his teacup, glanced at the old man, without any expression change, then he looked at Zi Chen and said: "Yin Zhong told us some things, but he didn't know a lot about the inside story, so I hurried over."

Afterwards, he looked at Zi Chen with admiration and said, "It's very good of you to have such strength in such a short period of time."

This refers to the three moves that the two sides fought just now, Zi Chen blocked it very easily, obviously at that time, he had already come.

"What's the inside story?" Zi Chen asked, what he was curious about was this.

"It's about that place. Although the quota is unlimited, you can't give away your quota indiscriminately!" said the middle-aged man. He was naturally a Thunder Sacred Beast in human form from Zhanwu Continent.

"Why?" Zi Chen looked puzzled.

"Because of your identity!" Thunder Saint Beast said: "We may make promises at will, but you can't. This is a major event, and it is a rare opportunity. As for the real reason, you will naturally know it when the time comes."

"Then if we don't get a quota, it will be difficult for us to survive this battle!" Zi Chen said with a look of embarrassment.

"It's not that I don't give it, it's that I give it as little as possible!" said the Thunder Saint Beast.

When the two were talking, they completely ignored the old man standing at the door, and the latter and the boy stood there like two pillars, motionless.

If you really want to see something from the other party's face, it is that the other party's wrinkled face is covered with cold sweat at this moment.

The Thunder Holy Beast continued: "You need to decide this scale, but give it as little as possible, especially those forces that are not good for us."

Zi Chen nodded, the hostile forces were not in his consideration.

It's just that what puzzles him at this moment is, what does his identity have to do with the Temple of Thunder?

Could it be that this involves a matter of chance?

But the great sage Yinzhong said clearly that even the great sage would die completely in that place, and anyone who wanted to die could be put in it.

The Great Sage Thunder looked at Zi Chen and smiled, then picked up the teacup, drank the tea in the cup, and when he put down the cup, his figure had disappeared into the hall out of thin air.

Obviously, he's gone.

Zi Chen stood there, frowning in thought.

After a while, the old man's voice sounded, interrupting Zi Chen's thinking, "That senior just now...?"

"That's right, he is the Great Sage!"

Zi Chen nodded, and then said: "Don't worry about him, let's talk about chance first."

If he can't figure it out, he doesn't want to. As for this quota, he must give it, because the old man is strong enough and needs this opportunity very much.