Chapter 780

Sword power!

This wisp of sword Qi looks very small, and even blowing breath may blow it out, but it is this wisp of sword Qi that has a terrible power.

As if he were a living creature, he was closely connected with Ye Vatican's body and was not willing to go out at all.

"Hum... How dare you be so presumptuous!"

The tiger saint's mouth cried coldly, and he was obviously irritated by this wisp of sword gas.

Buried here for countless years, although it is still the wusheng level, it also lost a lot of power.

But wusheng level is wusheng level, which is an extraordinary level.

The five fingers seemed to be the hand of God, slowly pressing on Ye Fantian's wound.

Suddenly a great force has been burning rapidly.

That wisp of sword Qi obviously had some strange spirit. At the moment of feeling each other's appearance, it trembled hurriedly.

"The sword of truth composed of two people itself is incomplete, but now you intend to disobey me. Come out for me."

While talking, ye Vatican's body trembled more and more strongly. The sweat wet his robe, and the pain was unimaginable.

Hiss

A wisp of sword Qi was finally swallowed by the tiger saint. In Ye Fantian's stunned eyes, the latter opened his mouth as if he were eating food.

I don't see how the other party chews. The sword Qi has been swallowed up.

"It's a good taste. There is a sword meaning in it. It has gradually taken shape. I wanted to simulate the sword meaning of the sword of truth at the beginning, but I haven't had a chance. It's rare to meet it again at this time."

The tiger saint's face showed a happy smile. Obviously, he got the sword meaning of a sword of truth, which plays a very important role for him.

After swallowing the sword Qi, the tiger saint's body slowly began to change abnormally.

Strange energy slowly began to rotate on the body and finally injected into the skin. Soon, the dry skin began to become elastic.

The wrinkles on the face are also gradually decreasing, and finally become a 70-80-year-old. Although it is still old, it is at least countless times younger than just now.

His turbid eyes twinkled with excitement. Then he looked at Ye Fantian, who had begun to be stunned. The tiger Saint smiled faintly:

"My skill is quite strange. I need to swallow up powerful energy and energy, and constantly temper my body to ensure its strength."

Ye Fantian nodded wordlessly.

The physical injury has been eliminated, and ye Fantian's injury began to recover rapidly at a speed visible to the naked eye.

The original ferocious and terrible crack became snow-white at this time, and even there was no trace left.

Bodhi Linggen has begun to work again.

I got a younger generation's sword Qi. Although it is said that it solved Ye Fantian's injury, it also took advantage of Ye Fantian after all.

The palm moved slightly, and the vitality between heaven and earth was swallowed up for several kilometers, which slowly recovered in a quarter of an hour.

Ye Fantian only felt that the infinite energy around him began to be swallowed up, and suddenly disappeared into the void of heaven and earth.

However, in the hand of the tiger saint, a colorful energy ball turned into a real one and kept swimming and spraying there.

The glazed light quickly turned into a wandering streamer and penetrated into Ye Fantian's body.

"This can also be regarded as compensation for you."

The tiger Saint whispered in his mouth.

Fingers are like sacred saints playing mysterious tunes with heaven and earth as strings.

Every time he trembled, ye Vatican's 36000 pores seemed to eat ginseng fruit and quickly sprayed out gray and black waste gas.

This is the congestion squeezed in Ye Fantian's body.

No one knows how terrible the vitality of several kilometers should be, but such amazing means are definitely not useless.

Inside Ye Fantian's body, the dry meridians even made a greedy groan, wantonly sucking the vitality like a clear spring.

Each bone on the body seems to be the purest glass holy bone. The snow-white holy bone flashes a pure and holy light, and even enough to see the fluctuations through the skin.

"Wash marrow and quench bones... Indeed, only the extraordinary and saintly strong of wusheng level can have such means!"

Washing marrow and quenching bone is an abstract description. In fact, there are many other names, but the most sure thing is that the result can make a person reborn.

Wu Sheng's hand can naturally achieve the best state of washing marrow and quenching bones. Ye Fantian's body is accompanied by pure and soft energy like a clear stream. After swimming away in his meridians, muscles and bones, the scars on his body have completely disappeared.

The trauma left by the war with the emperor level strong man disappeared perfectly.

"Hoo..."

The tiger Saint breathed slowly in his mouth, which was a little reluctant for his body which had not fully recovered to the peak.

"Thank you for your help."

Ye Fantian naturally knew that he had benefited a lot this time because he felt that the continuous true Qi in his body returned again, even more smoothly than before.

If you simply want to heal yourself, it will definitely take about a month.

"You and I are the same, both of which are based on body training, but your situation is different from mine. This abnormal change makes me unable to tell where it is. Anyway, this martial art can't be lost in my hands!"

While talking, his fingers moved, a flicker of candle light, swaying like the purest glass flame.

The light came out through the body, quickly turned into a wisp of naughty streamer, and penetrated into Ye Fantian's eyebrow and heart.

Clank clank

As if countless soldiers and horses echoed in his ears, a boundless and ancient breath lingered on Ye Fantian's body.

A large amount of information turned into a piece of simple words, constantly shuttling in my mind.

"Elder..."

Feeling the information in his mind, ye Fantian's face suddenly showed a look of horror.

This is a martial art!

Although Ye Fantian has not completely read the terrible martial arts, he is very aware of the value of the clear lines and the terrible breath leaked from the ancient and simple words.

Even the faces of Bai Siyu and the empress of the enchantress could not help showing their envy.

They naturally guessed what ye Fantian got, a martial art taught by a powerful martial saint, and how amazing its power is.

"The pattern of heaven is a unique skill that I got by chance. It has unparalleled power. Only with this unique skill can I break into the name of tiger saint!"

"The pattern of heaven... In the name of heaven..."

Ye Fantian murmured in his mouth