True Martial World

In front of Yi Yun, Jichang’s son is more competitive, and he certainly wants to get it. ...≦. ...≦ "Open up! Twelve levels of difficulty, how do you think of the Lord Guoshi?"

Jichang Gongzi looked at Yi Yun, although his words were respectful, but his eyes were provocative. The aborigines of the great wilderness, the bad skills, this little white face called Yi Yun can seal the country, maybe the physical quality is good, but what about?

"Good, twelve difficulty."

Yi Yun does not matter, this difficulty is not a big deal for him.

A young master of the Jingzhou Gongzi Party, with a hint of smirk on his face, pressed the twelfth spar.

For a time, the children of the great wilderness were holding their breath, worried and looking forward to seeing Yi Yun.

"Hey!"

Twelve cold iron blood beads roar, like a fire meteor, rushed to Yi Yun and Jichang Gongzi!

In the eyes of Jichang, there was a hint of war. He moved, and his body pulled out a series of afterimages. He twirled in the air, suddenly and swaying, and his movements were extremely agile!

Twelve flying spar can't touch the corner of Jichang.

Jichang's action is dazzling, almost invisible, but in contrast, Yi Yun, his movements are very few, from beginning to end, he did not move the steps, has been standing in place!

A piece of cold iron blood beads flew, Yi Yun just raised his hand, twisted his body, and moved his legs. His body shape was blurred and a bunch of afterimages were stacked around his body.

Yi Yun in the afterimage seems to have moved, and it seems that it has not moved, and those cold iron beads are flying over Yi Yun's body, but they have not really encountered it.

Even the rotating wind that is brought up by the cold iron blood beads is just right for Yiyun's calculation. Although the wind is sick, it can't tear open the flying fish suit of Yiyun!

In Yi Yunfei fish suit, but wearing a silver jacket, the silver shirt is very heavy, and restrained action.

Yi Yun's physical fitness is strong, and it is impossible to metamorphose to wearing a flying fish suit.

If he is faster than speed. In any case, it is better than Jichang. What he can do is to achieve the ultimate in ducking efficiency within a limited speed range!

If. The effective action of Jichang is sixty-seven percent, so Yiyun is more than 95%!

Yi Yun has been standing there, giving people the feeling that it seems that the cold iron beads automatically avoided Yi Yun!

How is this going! ?

The children of the wilderness are all stunned and unclear.

But the Jingzhou Gongzi Party. But they all understand what it means, their faces suddenly become ugly!

"Well!? Into the micro?"

Not far away, Yan’s eyes lit up.

Yi Yun's micro-level body method has been mastered very well. In the eyes of Yan Menglong, Yi Yun is a micro-introduction. In the transition period of micro-generation, a 12-year-old child can achieve this step. It is commendable.

"Just just getting started?"

Zhang Tan touched his chin and looked at Yi Yun strangely. He had seen the competition between Yi Yun and Tao Yunqi. Tao Yunqi inspired the power of the artifacts. He still couldn’t get the clothes corner of Yi Yun. The body is better than others.

But today, he seems to have reservations.

嗡嗡嗡

The cold iron blood beads fly faster and faster, and Jichang is dodging again and again, although it can calmly cope. However, seeing Yi Yun in front of his eyes, even if the body did not move, it flashed all the attacks.

Jichang’s face became extremely ugly, almost because of distraction. Hit a head with a cold iron blood.

He also said that the skills of the Great Wild Warrior could not be done, but Yi Yun appeared and hit his face.

Into the law! How can it be?

The micro-significant symbolizes the highest achievement of body skills. To achieve this step, you need superhuman savvy, which can be practiced without training.

“Add one level of difficulty!”

Jichang shouted. He refused to accept the loss. In front of the six-pointed star array, the Jingzhou son, who was responsible for manipulating the array, pressed the thirteenth spar with a complex mood.

Another cold iron blood balloon flew up and joined the formation.

Thirteen cold iron and blood beads, the speed is faster, the sharp sound of breaking the air is like a knife-cut glass, stinging the eardrum.

The fire of the road, in the air, has become countless fire lines, like a cage, shrouded Yiyun and Jichang!

Yi Yun frowned, and under the difficulty of the thirteenth level, he also felt great pressure!

The silver shirt is really too much to affect his speed!

However, Yi Yun still does not reduce the shackles of the flow shirt, pressure, and motivation, he has to push himself to the limit.

He remembered what Lin Xinyi said when he gave him a silver shirt.

"You have to go to Wei Dacheng, there is still a way to go. Into the big Dacheng, you have to rely on yourself to understand, others say it, after all, not your own, this silver shirt, for you, it can help you realize the micro level The body."

When he pushed himself to the limit again and again, Yi Yun slowly understood that if he could wear a silver shirt and let his body reach the micro level, then if he took off his silver shirt, He may be able to touch the threshold of micro-generalization.

Therefore, Yi Yun constantly forced himself to reach the limit!

In the case that the speed has not been able to increase, Yi Yun can only continuously squeeze the efficiency of his actions, so that the action efficiency is close to 100%!

"Well? His speed is not good!"

Jichang son suddenly found that the speed of Yi Yun has not been fast, and because of the limitations of speed, his movements under the thirteenth level of difficulty have not been so calm.

Even if Yi Yun's skills are strong, but there is no speed support, skills can not play.

"It turns out that this kid is not invincible. He has great skills and slow speed. How can such a freak come out in the wild? Hey, since you are slow, my limit is not necessarily worse than you!"

Thinking of this, Jichang once again ignited the war.

The thirteenth level of difficulty is already the limit of Jichang.

If you go up, it will be dangerous. Fourteen levels of difficulty, it is not a joke, once hit by the cold iron beads, it is definitely a serious injury!

"My body is fast, fourteen levels of difficulty, I should be able to support for a while, I will not lose to him!"

Jichang clenched his fists. He couldn't lose. Before he said that he was full, how could he lose? Jingzhou Gongzi also has their pride, not to mention the reward promised by General Yan!

"Add another level!"

In the constant dodge, Jichang has a difficult opening.

The son who was responsible for manipulating the array had listened, and his heart jumped. He hesitated, or pressed the fourteenth spar.

"嗡"

Another **** fly, the speed of madness, set off a whirlwind in the center of the school yard.

Under the cover of the squally wind, Yi Yun brows his head and his hand is sweating.

pressure!

He felt the pressure again!

He felt that he was on the verge of being at the limit and seemed to be hit by the cold iron beads at any time.

In the chaotic fire line, Yi Yun closed his eyes.

As soon as the eyes are closed, everything around them becomes more clear.

Yi Yun uses the body to perceive the attack trajectory of the cold iron blood beads, allowing the body to react instinctively, so that the dodge efficiency is higher.

"Well? Close your eyes and rely on the sensation of the cold iron and blood beads to avoid the attack. This kid can do this step? This is already a micro-level body!"

Yan Menglong saw that Yi Yun dared to close his eyes at this time, and he immediately came to the interest. He knew some things about Yi Yun. "Zhang Tan, when you said that this kid attracted the purple gas, I still think he might It’s just an accident. Now it seems that his understanding is superhuman. This gentleman is worthy of a name!"

Yan Menglong did not care about her own, Zhang Tan smiled, and I was not happy.

Yan Menglong praised the soldiers he had chosen, and there was light on his face.

Yan Menglong looked at the flying fish suit boy nearby and said: "Zi Jun, how do you see Yi Yun?"

The boy named Zijun, born with a bright tooth, said: "He walked out of the wilderness. It is really good to be able to do this. But... I will do it, and I will! And my speed is faster than him. Much more!"

The same is the national sergeant, but also young and ambition, Zijun will not easily serve.

Yan Menglong laughed happily. This boy named Zijun, his character, is also very popular with Yan Menglong.

Young, it’s frivolous!

If you are young, you should not accept it!

In this way, Yan Menglong can feel the vitality. What Yan Ryulong needs is the army that has always been full of vitality and struggling.

At this time, on the big array, Jichang has reached the limit.

He really wants to give up, just a cold iron blood, has already scratched his sleeve.

However, he looked at Yi Yun's forehead and sweat, it seems that as long as the next second, he will be hit by the cold iron beads, he does not want to lose weight, still bite his teeth.

"After holding on for a while, I can win! I want to be a man of princely, how can I give up halfway?"

"I don't need to really complete the fourteenth level of difficulty. I just insist on being longer than him... I will do it! He is so slow, he relies on skill to dodge, it is impossible to be perfect every time, he will always make mistakes!" ”

Jichang constantly convinces himself and strengthens his confidence.

However, every time Yiyun seems to be in a desperate situation, he can turn a blind eye to it. This feeling is like a hair hanging from a big stone, and the hair is broken, but it is constant!

Jichang is going crazy!

"Hey!"

When Jichang was upset and was on the verge of extremes, a cold iron blood ball wiped the thigh of Jichang!

"puff!"

Blood splash, a piece of meat on Jichang's thigh, directly wiped off by blood beads!

Jichang snorted, his body was unstable, and it was a cold iron blood, rushing toward his face and directly shooting his sternum!

And this hit, Jichang has been impossible to escape!

His pupils contracted and his arms crossed to block.

"Hey!"

Jichang body flew out, blocking the right hand of the cold iron beads directly interrupted!

At this moment, it was a cold iron blood pearl, which was shot into the lower abdomen of Jichang. Even if Jichang’s muscles were tight, this blood bead still broke through the muscles of Jichang and shot into his internal organs. in.

Continuous blows, let Jichang spit out a **** foam, and fell heavily on the ground! (To be continued.)