Chapter 87

The young scabbard strides forward, the corner of his sword robe is slightly raised, his eyes are ferocious and bloodthirsty, and he holds a wooden sword in his hand. Zhao Jiuge barehanded, his body is covered with glass like gold, his eyes show a resolute look, like do not want to be mad like to rush to scar youth.

The spiritual power aroused by the two people twisted the surrounding air, and the wind was blowing up. In a breath, the two people were about to collide head-on. The wooden sword in the hands of the scarred boy was lighter, and the phantom sword light appeared to be slow. In fact, it was a virtual shadow. The speed was too fast to leave. Zhao Jiuge just shrunk his eyes and remained unmoved. He relied on his own pair Zhao Jiuge's body is fierce, and his internal skills are also speeding up. In this moment, the golden light on Zhao Jiuge's external surface is extremely dazzling, like a sunrise, which blows the sword light like a cold moon on his face.

Ding, Ding, Ding, Ding, Ding.

When several sword lights were cut on Zhao Jiuge, they only made a crisp sound, and there was no trace left. The golden light on Zhao Jiuge's body was just like a candle blown by the wind. When it was dimmed, it was followed by the bright and dazzling gold. However, the sword light of the young man who resisted the scar intensified the spiritual power consumption in his body After physical training to this state, the power has been greatly strengthened, and the power of the body alone has extraordinary power.

However, Zhao Jiuge's eyes did not blink, and continued to rush in the past to resist the sword light of the young scabbard. After Zhao Jiuge's expression was Ling Ling, his right hand was held high, and he patted the head of the scarred boy fiercely with the momentum of not bending down.

From the battle to now, scar boy's expression changed for the first time. He felt the sound of the wind breaking in the air. This slap was taken, but it was fatal. He quickly raised his wooden sword to resist it. After a while, scar boy's subconscious movement was like a Jaguar. At the most lethal time, he finally blocked Zhao Jiuge's violent beat.

Click.

The wooden sword was immediately two lobed and hissed. The sound of sucking air from outside the field was shocked by Zhao Jiuge's brave beat. I didn't expect that when he slapped the wooden sword with spiritual power, they were all curious about what kind of resolution Zhao Jiuge used and its power was so extraordinary.

Even those old disciples who have been staring at the changes in the hall are interested. They are not like the new disciples below. Their eyes are so fierce and their knowledge is extraordinary. It was nothing until Zhao Jiuge revealed the Sanskrit holy body that they were interested in.

Seeing Zhao Jiuge break the scar boy's wooden sword, Bai Qingqing's tense expression gradually eased down. Then she looked at Zhao Jiuge with a smile in her eyes. Even her heart had to admit that Zhao Jiuge was really handsome at that moment.

When it's Zhao's turn to lose the center of gravity, Zhao Shuo GE's turn to lose his center of gravity, which is why he can't shake his own sword, but he can't stand his anger.

Wow.

The noise outside the venue also happened to ring, a wave over a wave, all feel that today's fight has been worth it. Previously Zhao Jiuge was squeezed by scar boy, who knew that in the twinkling of an eye, scar boy was beaten down by Zhao Jiuge, and the situation suddenly reversed, which made people feel that today's trip is worthwhile.

Seeing that one hand just broke the wooden sword and didn't hurt the scar, Zhao Jiuge couldn't help but snort. Anger also appeared in the eyes of his retinue. He continued to follow the trend. He slapped it again and started to stir up the wind.

Looking at Zhao Jiuge's success in two or three years, the scar boy's blue veins on his forehead suddenly rose, and his body fell to the ground fiercely to avoid Zhao Jiuge. He waved his hands and rolled several times. He became more and more embarrassed. He even put his hair on his temples, and some black hair stuck to his cheek.

Seeing that he was forced by Zhao Jiuge like a stray dog, the scarred boy grinned his teeth and his eyes burst out with fierce light of cannibalism. Because of his strong anger in his heart, his eyes were scarlet. "Zhao Jiuge, I'm going to kill you today."

A roar rang through the vast xuantianfeng, scattered hair temples and the state of madness, faintly frightening and chilly.

Boom.

The young scabbard climbs up and roars up to the sky, which makes a terrible wave. The aura in Xuantian mountain range is stronger than that in other places because of the formation. The aura of Xuantian peak is rushing towards the scarred boy crazily. It can be seen from the naked eyes that the spiritual power converges into the body of the scarred teenager, which makes the invisible waves around him Scar youth eyes slightly closed, hands shaking, his body's spiritual power at the same time in high-speed consumption.

Finally, it gradually converges into a light curtain like a bear on the earth. The whole body is brown, four or five meters in size, with thick body, vigorous limbs, and simple and honest head, but his eyes are like a scar boy, emitting fierce light. When the light curtain of the earth grey bear is formed, the stone platforms under the scar boy's feet are broken and winding around.

"Fa Jue, don't think it's just you. I want to see how determined you are. Let me break your turtle shell." Behind the curtain of light, scar boy recovered a little sober, and then disdained to sneer and hung on his face.Before the words fell, there was a boom.

Another strong breath condenses, and you can see that Zhao Jiuge's body is constantly wriggling and rippling like the ripples on the water surface. It is the result of spiritual light. Threatened by the breath of the scarred youth, Zhao Jiuge's Sanskrit holy body is running automatically. The light curtain of the Laughing Buddha is also condensed, still quiet and peaceful, without scars On the anger.

When the light curtain of the smiling Buddha appeared, the world became quiet. Petals were falling all over the body, and there was a faint chanting of Sanskrit. This time, the vision was more obvious than the last time. Even the smell of sandalwood was more intense. Listening to the Sanskrit singing in his ear, Zhao Jiuge lost his mind for a moment, and he was shocked greatly in his heart What's the origin of the bottom? It's so mysterious. It must be just the tip of the iceberg. With the breakthrough of my cultivation, the cultivation of this skill is slowly showing its unique features.

When the angry figure was far away from Zhao Jiuge's quiet and peaceful atmosphere, I felt that the anger on the opposite side was diluted by the breath brought by the Laughing Buddha. At this time, a sensation also took place outside.

The old disciples finally began to talk privately.

"Wow, it's the first time I've seen what kind of resolution the young man is using. It's so strange."

"Yes, I went out with my master last time, and I saw that those masters with advanced accomplishments did not have such extraordinary decisions."

"We are old, and our disciples are really brilliant. I think we didn't start to contact Dharma until we got to the inner gate. After three years of practice, we practiced Kung Fu. It seems that we don't need money for this group of disciples."

"It took me four years to make money in exchange for my first legal decision. Alas, people are more angry than others."

Those disciples who rode on exotic animals or stepped on flying swords sighed and sighed with each other, looking back on the vast years when they entered the door.

Only the figure that stands out from the crowd like a flock of chickens, coquettish on the willow eyebrows, looking at the light and shadow of the smiling Buddha, thinking. It was the cold and gorgeous woman with red flying sword and long white dress at the age of 256.

She is surrounded by a circle, no one dare to approach, do not know whether it is out of fear or respect for her, there is no old disciple standing beside her, and she seems to be used to it, and her expression is not the slightest different, just looking at Zhao Jiuge.

The group of new comers around the stage did scream and scream. At this time, only envy and respect were in the eyes of the public. No matter how they win or lose, these two people have already won the respect of everyone's heart. After all, strength is the most important thing. Of course, there are only two people except strength.

Mu Zijun's face is still calm, and he can't see what he's thinking about. The more strength they show, the more terrifying Mu Zijun's face is. The other person is naturally Bai Zimo. When Zhao Jiuge shows that scene, Bai Zimo's face is more gloomy and terrifying, and his face is unconvinced.

Zhao Jiuge is not as good as him in terms of details and accomplishments. However, he was accidentally planted in his and Bai Qingqing's hands last time. How can the arrogant Bai Zimo accept it? It's worse than killing him.

Looking at Zhao Jiuge's back, more and more hatred, in the heart of cold hum, not afraid that the future will not have a chance to clean up you.

Above the stone platform.

The faces of the three coaches also became wonderful. They forgot to look at each other, pondered for a long time, and did not speak.

After a long time, Professor Zhou's face sank slightly. "We've lost our eyes this time. We didn't expect that there would be such a person. There are so many disciples in this group of disciples. I don't think it's a coincidence."

After hearing this, Professor Li didn't take it seriously. He gave a faint smile and touched his long white beard on his chin. "I don't think you need to worry about it. Anyway, these people are our disciples of xuantianfeng. What are you afraid of?"

Professor Zhou frowned deeply. "Xuantian sword school is in a precarious position now. Of course, we have to be careful, especially in terms of accepting apprentices. However, I believe that the head teacher will be prudent. Now there is still plenty of time. When we enter the inner gate three years later, we will have a look at it. I believe it will be OK."

Wang Zhijiao, on the other side of the conversation, did not participate in the conversation. He only looked at his eyes and seemed to be thinking about something. After a while, he changed his mind and changed his mind. He was extremely domineering. When he broke through one level of state, he could practice one more. It is said that when he reached the seventh level of cultivation, the virtual shadow could be materialized In other words, the stronger the retail, the more powerful the cultivation is, the more powerful it will be. However, the first spirit beast's blood essence is hard to find, and the second one is particularly difficult to cultivate. The more powerful the spirit beast is, the more difficult it will be. Otherwise, if you are careless, you will be in danger of breaking your body. I think this little guy is now cultivating to the first level, which is the first change And it's not very stable. "

One side of the two coaches heard Wang coach's words, deeply thought ran nodded.

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