True Martial World

The six-pointed starry array at the foot of Song Zijun lit up, and fourteen blood beads screamed softly. Oh,

call out!

These blood beads, shot together to Song Zijun, the sound is extremely harsh!

Song Zijun looked at these blood beads, and he moved his body and shook a series of afterimages.

These afterimages are stacked on top of each other, and Song Zijun's body is under the shadow of the afterimage, and his feet are separated. The big horse's golden knife stands on the big array. He has not moved in one step, but just evades the place.

All the blood beads were easily evaded by Song Zijun.

"The body is weak!"

Jingzhou Gongzi Party, seeing the style of Song Zijun, could not help but cheer!

"Into the micro-level body, under the prestige of the son of the son of Jun, can you not? Avoid the fourteen-level difficulty of the cold blood, not too easy."

And they all can see that Song Zijun is faster and much faster than the previous black sand.

The speed is far more than the black sand, the skill is more super easy to cloud, Song Zijun can be described as perfect.

Under the double blessing of skill and speed, Song Zijun is in the middle of the cold and **** bead array, and the movements are as light as the clouds.

Jingzhou sons, seeing the style of Song Zijun, have a feeling of sighing.

There are days outside the sky, there are people outside, the original Jichang has been very powerful, but compared to Song Zijun, it is too far away.

“Add one level of difficulty!”

The difficulty of the fourteenth level, for Song Zijun, seems to be just warming up, after adapting to the big battle of the **** blood,

Song Zijun will soon have fifteen difficulty levels.

And this difficulty has not been able to stump Song Zijun.

The fifteenth level of difficulty is not the same. The icy blood of the rapid flight, a small whirlwind in the air.

Under tremendous pressure. Song Zijun finally moved his steps, even Song Zijun. It is also impossible to evade all the cold iron beads in the fifteenth level of difficulty.

Song Zijun's pace is very particular, he took every step, the distance of the pace will not exceed half a foot.

This short step is similar to the toddler's step size. At the foot of Song Zijun, such steps are connected together, so that people can't see where his feet are.

"It’s a half-step course for the Song family."

A Jingzhou son said that the advantages of the Jingzhou family. It is not only the resources, but also the inheritance. This half-footed method is the secret of the Song family.

The long-standing family, more or less, have some heirlooms and towns, and this is where their heritage lies.

"Add another level!"

Song Zijun in the formation method said.

Also added? Add it up, it is the 16th level difficulty!

Whether it is the Jingzhou son, or the younger son, this time to see Song Zijun. There is only admiration in the heart.

The young master in charge of the battle took a deep breath and pressed the sixteenth spar!

"Hey!"

The cold iron bloodball roared, and the sharp gas explosion sounded the human ear drum numb, a line of fire. Connected to the fire net!

This time, Song Zijun finally felt the pressure.

His movements are still gorgeous. But slowly, it is difficult to stay in harmony.

Half a footstep as a Song family. Song Zijun could not fully grasp it, and it was extremely reluctant to use his current degree. This is very expensive for his mental strength and vitality.

"Into the micro level, close to Xiaocheng ... speed is very fast, half a foot practice is between the entry and Xiaocheng, as far as the age of Song Zijun is, it really counts as Jingzhou talent."

Yan Menglong gave an accurate evaluation.

At this time, Song Zijun also reached the limit.

He retired from the big battle. In the end, Song Zijun insisted on a fragrant time in the difficulty of the 16th level.

As for the difficulty of the seventeenth level, he has no challenge. There is a qualitative change between the difficulty of the seventeenth level and the difficulty of the sixteenth level. For the purple **** warrior, even those who are quite accomplished in the micro-level body, Do not dare to try it easily.

After Song Zijun stepped down, there was no sound on the school ground.

Into the micro-level young talents show the body of the law, so that the blood of the soldiers are raging.

In particular, the Jingzhou sons, each one turned red, and Song Zijun was simply their idol. Their former glory because of Yi Yun has once again reached its peak.

This is the foundation of the Jingzhou family. They are also the children of the Jingzhou family. They are proud and proud in their hearts. They will surely achieve this result in the future!

After Song Zijun, it is Yi Yun!

The eyes of all the people in the army, this time have been brushed together to Yi Yun.

16 levels of difficulty, a musk time! The pressure brought about by this achievement is too great.

You should know that when Yi Yun was compared with Jichang Gongzi, the difficulty level of 14th level seems to be almost the limit.

Yi Yun adjusts his breathing to make the vitality of the body flow to the best.

"It's your turn."

When Song Zijun came down, he was passing by Yi Yun. His eyes looked at Yi Yun and his mouth smirked with a smile.

Yi Yun calmly looked at Song Zijun and nodded. His eyes were very clear, like the stars in the night sky. There was a sharp edge in the calm.

The two eyes collided in the void, as if there was a sword and a sword.

“Is Yi Yun still ready to play on the battle? The results are already very clear.”

"If it wasn't for Jichang's son, it was interrupted. Yi Yun was mostly defeated on the difficulty level of fourteen... Now that Zijun has completed 16 difficulty, Yi Yun went up and continued to play his fourteen. Level, is it interesting?"

Jingzhou’s son’s face showed a gloating look.

In their view, Song Zijun has been winning, the gap is clear, Yi Yun is on the court, it is simply a helpless move.

The people in the Great Wildness did not speak, but the look of Yi Yun was a lot more tense.

As for Yan Menglong, he rubbed his hand on the chin on his chin, his eyes flickering, and he looked at Yi Yun with great interest, as if he was watching something interesting.

Yi Yun's body is pulled out, as the arrow is shot, and it has already appeared in the big array of cold iron and blood. He said to the Jingzhou son who presided over the formation of the law, "fourteen difficulty!"

"It’s fourteen, it’s not creative. It’s already his limit. If he has the courage, he will have fifteen levels in a while.”

"Hey, you want to see Yi Yun eat it, rest assured, no fifteen, fourteen, he will also be hit by the cold iron beads."

The Jingzhou sons waited for the expression of the opera. What they wanted to see now was not the performance of Yi Yun, but Yi Yun was hit by the cold iron blood beads, seriously vomiting blood, and then staying in bed for ten days and a half.

The bursts of glare, the **** sky, the fourteen cold iron blood beads screamed and screamed, intertwined in the void in the void, and went to Yiyun.

Yi Yun is already familiar with the difficulty of the fourteenth level, but he still has to start from here. He wants to continue his feelings under the condition of absolute physical strength. He is calm and closed his eyes.

The "potential" to feel the attack, and constantly let yourself close to the limit, can dig out the greatest potential.

At this moment, Yi Yun's spirit is concentrated to the extreme, as if this piece of heaven and earth has been lost, only he is left, and there is a strong wind around the body, which is the trajectory of the cold iron blood beads piercing the air!

These trajectories are clear in his mind.

Yi Yun moved up, a **** bead, wiped from Yi Yun.

Every time you avoid the blood of a cold ice, Yi Yun has avoided the limit and thrill. On several occasions, he could feel the wind blowing his skin and rubbing it with his plush, as if he had to blast his flesh at any time, which made him a goose bump.

When the younger son saw this scene, his heart was lifted up. Yi Yun’s fourteenth level of difficulty was still so stubborn. If he went on, he was likely to be injured.

Yi Yun has a heavy breath. He adjusts the weight of the flow shirt so that he is in the state of being on the limit. In this state, his physical strength is consumed very quickly.

A sweaty stalk fell from Yi Yun’s forehead.

Time, one minute and one second.

Soon, a fragrant time passed, and the Jingzhou Gongzi Party waited for their necks to be sour. They waited to see Yi Yun being beaten by blood.

However, every time it seems, Yi Yun will be hit by the cold iron beads in the next moment, however, he can always dodge in the midst of a thousand miles.

In this case, I don't know how many times it happened, so that Yi Yun has been playing for a quarter of an hour in the difficulty of the fourteenth level!

Next, two quarters of an hour...

The Jingzhou Gongzi parties are waiting for dumbfounded.

Have you made a mistake!

"Hey, you are challenging the fifteenth level of difficulty!"

Jingzhou Gongzi Party, have to admit that Yi Yun can play the difficulty of fourteen, but you can play without playing, is this an hour?

They can only hope that Yi Yun’s physical strength will drop and he will slowly be unable to support it.

However, at this time, they only saw a streamer flashing, Yi Yun seems to be between the electric light and flint, took something into the mouth.

Fierce beast relic?

The Jingzhou sons looked at it.

"Would you eat bone relics, and also take bone relics?"

Yi Yun is not a god. Although Amethyst absorbs the energy of the heavens and earth to supplement energy for himself, the silver shirt is too heavy. He has always pushed himself to the limit. His physical energy consumption is also great, and he needs energy supplement.

"This is not a joke!"

There was a young master who protested, but if you think about it, it seems that he did not say that he was not allowed to eat bone relics halfway.

"Mom, if you play this way, don't say that it's an hour to play, it's possible to have dinner..."

Jingzhou sons are speechless.

However, Yi Yun’s comments on the people around him are completely ignorant, and he is completely immersed in his own world.

He feels that he can perfectly control every inch of his body muscles, and accurately complete every subtle movement. He feels that the silver shirt is heavy like a boulder and presses his body. Every time he moves, he consumes a lot of physical strength. It also takes time to calculate the trajectory of the cold iron beads.

In this state, Yi Yun can be described as both physically and mentally exhausted.

But in the exhaustion, there is a different kind of happiness that spreads in the heart.

"Into the micro... into the micro... This is the higher realm of the micro..."

Immersed in the pain and happiness of the limit, Yi Yun is more and more familiar with the control of the surrounding cold iron bloodbead track. (To be continued.)