Chapter 21： Dead heart

"Good job, five wounds!"

Yunchuan didn't evade, with a long shout, the same punch blasted out, and an air wave visible to the naked eye blasted out with two people as the center. The tens of meters of mountains and rocks collapsed, the smoke was diffused, and Yunchuan's body retreated uncontrollably. After a few dozen steps back, he stabilised his figure.

The blood overflowed from the corners of the boy's mouth, and his clothes were stained with white clothes. He barely helped a broken tree trunk to prevent himself from falling, and looked miserable.

The only one he took was a decisive decision, and shot when Zhao Jiu had not yet been promoted to Wu Dan. Otherwise, if Zhao Ji had been promoted, he would have no chance at all.

Yunchuan looked at Zhao Jiu's undamaged appearance in the distance, and suddenly grinned, revealing a blood-stained white tooth: "The old man is really well-deserved, but he realized the essence of Wudan's realm between life and death. One hit gave me He was badly hit, but unfortunately, old gentleman, you do n’t have much time. "

"You can still laugh before you die, Yunchuan, even if you are just a poor martial art waste in the mouth of others, but now the old man really admires you, hard bones."

Zhao Jiuluo's face was full of redness, and his bun was exploded. His pale hair was automatic without wind, and his momentum continued to rise. His body was undergoing reborn changes. When this transformation was completed, he would truly break through the hardened body and be promoted to Realm of Wu Dan.

He strode toward Yunchuan, laughed, and said with a spring face: "Since this, let me send you a ride, rest assured, I will not let you die with any pain."

The corner of Yunchuan's mouth was still bleeding, holding the broken tree trunk to make his spine straight, shook his head, and looked at Zhao Jiu, who was walking towards himself. There was a touch of compassion on his face, one hand stretched out, the little finger was bent. Back to the palm, the words are low, but they are very clear.

"Five injuries burst, first, lung injury."

boom!

Zhao Jiu's look changed, and he suddenly pressed on his right chest. He could hear a clear muffled sound inside. With this muffled sound, his lungs suddenly appeared unable to Severe pain.

His breathing also became extremely difficult at this moment. If anyone could see his body at this moment, he would find that his lungs had been torn apart in the muffled sound just before, and had become visceral fragments.

The indescribable pain suddenly turned Zhao Jiu's eyes red: "Five Injuries, Yunchuan, what kind of character are you, even if this martial art is soaked for decades, it is extremely difficult to get started. You Actually, the practice has reached the level of entry, but it was only in vain. I was promoted to the level of Wu Dan. Unless you practice the five wounds and explosives to the perfect level comparable to the mysterious level, otherwise, a yellow-level top-notch martial art is nothing. I!"

Zhao Jiu's face was a bit distorted because of pain, but he still sneered, stepping towards Yunchuan step by step, using the powerful power of being promoted to the realm of Wu Dan, he temporarily suppressed the consequences of the broken lungs.

"Five injuries exploded, and second, liver injury."

Yunchuan's voice became cold, and the ring finger bent down above the palm of his outstretched hand.

"Five injuries burst, and third, kidney injury."

"Five injuries explode, and fourth, the spleen."

His words were rapid. As the words came out, the **** and the index finger also bent down. At the same time, in Zhao Jiu's body, three consecutive muffled sounds came out, and Zhao Jiu's complexion was extremely pale at this moment, even more so. Due to organ failure, small blood spots appeared on the skin.

"The five wounds and fist punches in the micro-realm, Yunchuan, the old man misunderstood you. Everyone misunderstood you. You are not the waste with only one bloodline, the poor martial arts qualification, and the hidden depth. The Yun family Fortunately, your potential is definitely higher than Yuntian. If you can grow up, it must be a nightmare of my Zhao family. Unfortunately, you probably do n’t know that the martial arts in Wudan's realm will not be affected by the continuous pulse of the heart. Death, even if I first entered Wudan, you can't handle it! "

Zhao Jiu's footsteps were a bit daunting, and his terrible strength was swollen. He walked beyond the three feet of Yunchuan, with pity on his face. Known as the perfect realm is comparable to mystical martial arts. Even if I give you another year, it is impossible to cultivate to perfect realm. You are already very good, at least seriously hurt me. I can kill you in my lifetime by myself. Tianjiao is my luck ..... "

"Five injuries burst, five, heart injury, heart death, human death, vitality ..."

But at this moment, the words gently spit out from Yunchuan's mouth made Zhao Jiu's words stagnate, and an incredible color was revealed in his eyes. In his heart, a clear muffled sound was heard as before.

"Heart is dead, people are dead, and life is broken. It ’s a dead heart. Five wounds in a perfect state. The old man is not wronged. Yunchuan, can the old man leave his roots and return to the Zhao family ..." Zhao Jiu's face suddenly calmed down at this moment, the momentum of Wu Dan's realm was not diminished, like a flaming flame, sighed, said.

His voice contained a strong sense of regret. If he was allowed to choose one more time, he would definitely not choose to oppose Yunchuan. Unfortunately, it is too late now.

Zhao Jiu had no vitality on his body, the brokenness of the five internal organs, especially the last broken heart of the five wounded fist, and the broken heart veins, which made him unable to heal even the existence of Wu Danjing.

If it is an ordinary martial arts practice, I am afraid it has been dead for a long time.

Supporting him at this moment, only the last trace of obsession left.

Yunchuan's face sank, giving way: "Old gentleman, please."

"Thank you."

The two were polite, as if they were not enemies struggling with life and death. Zhao Jiu's face showed a relief, worshiping Yunchuan, turned back into the air, turned into a Changhong, and blasted towards the direction of the Zhao family. go with.

Along the way, his hair was scattered, his hair was white and chaotic, and the breath released by the surging force on his body continued to escape, but his speed was getting faster and faster, like a meteor passing the last color in the sky.

"I must go to the Zhao family, I must go back, see them for the last time ..."

Falling Cloud City, Zhao Family.

Suddenly, Zhao Chunyang, the head of the Zhao family, noticed a huge breath, and rushed towards the direction of the Zhao family. With a frown, he walked out of the study and looked up. At a glance, his face was suddenly shocked and happy.

"Nine brother, you broke into the realm of Wu Dan, okay, God bless my Zhao family, I wonder if the blood fire spirit fruit has been obtained, why did Yanger not return?"

That Changhong fell to the ground and turned into the figure of Zhao Jiu. His spine was as straight as a pine, his face was a little pale, and the breath of Wu Danjing was released without reservation, which immediately attracted many Zhao family members to congratulate him.