The true qi condensed into a huge palm shadow the size of several zhang, and crushed down towards the Maha.

Suppress the Eight Desolations!

Maha's eyes were red, the true qi of the long sword lingered, the Dao sword qi burst out, and the huge sword gang rose in the wind!

Shout!

The strong wind broke through the air, and Jian Gang was as weak as a weak child in front of the palm shadow, and was directly crushed by the palm shadow into true qi and collapsed.

Before the heavy palm power arrived, Maha felt that his whole body was sinking, as if a mountain was suppressing him, making the operation of his true qi obscure.

Maha eyes were about to split, his body was already covered by the shadow of his palm, there was no way to escape, the essence blood spurted out of his mouth as if he didn't want money, and Jian Gang immediately rose in the wind.

Crackling!

The blue thunder bounced on the sword, and the long sword in Maha's hand seemed to have turned into a thunder sword, and before it could be slashed, it was already thundering, like an angry heavenly might.

Rumble!

The sword gang blasted out, bombarding with the palm shadow, and the true qi overflowed out, destroying everything in its reach.

The thunder sword was pinched in his hand by the palm shadow, and then in the horrified gaze of Maha, it was pinched into countless pieces, and the thunder light also disappeared.

"No!"

Under the shock of Maha's heart, in the unwilling roar, he was suppressed by the palm shadow.

Boom! The earth trembled!

When the shadow vanished, a huge hole appeared in the ground, and only a pile of minced meat remained at the bottom.

Innate Extreme Realm, Maha, Death!

slapped Maha to death with one palm, Hong Xuankong's face was not red and he was not panting, as if he had done something insignificant.

In the final analysis, the gap between Maha's realm and Hong Xuankong is still too big.

For a powerhouse like Hong Xuankong who has reached the limit of the innate realm, the gap between the two is not as good as the difference between the acquired and the innate, but it is not much better.

Maha didn't expect to come in to find an opportunity, but instead died in the hands of Hong Xuankong.

Soon after Hong Xuankong left, the movement here finally attracted other people.

When they saw the huge palm print on the ground, everyone who came was shocked and inexplicable, and no one could recognize the lump of minced meat in the pit.

......

Wu Quan is a second-rate martial artist, his qualifications are very average, he was lucky to break into the second-rate when he was over forty years old, and he has always only lingered in the early stage of the second-rate, and his achievements in this life have probably stopped here.

Wu Quan knows his qualifications very well, so he didn't force it much after breaking through the second-rate.

In this Guangyang Mansion, a second-rate martial artist at least has some status, and Wu Quan's life can be regarded as easy.

It's just that people will never be satisfied with the status quo in front of them.

Before breaking through the second-rate, Wu Quan's wish was to become a second-rate martial artist, and after becoming a second-rate warrior, Wu Quan realized his potential, and Wu Quan temporarily put aside those unrealistic ideas.

But now that there is an opportunity in the Broken Soldier Mountain, Wu Quan's heart, which is not willing to do this, is restless again.

The so-called level is at what level of people and things you are exposed to.

In the past, when he was in the third-rate, Wu Quan thought that the second-rate martial artist was the uncle, the real strong.

But after reaching the second rate, I found that there was a first-class above the second-rate, and for a second-rate martial artist, the first-class was the strongest.

He Wu Quan is still the same Wu Quan, the weak is still the weak, even if his life is better, he can't change the big situation.

Serendipity, who doesn't want it?

It may not be impossible to get the opportunity to make another breakthrough in cultivation.

"Top-notch!"

Wu Quan's heart was on fire.

It's just that there are buried swords everywhere right now, and Wu Quan, the so-called chance, didn't see the slightest bit, he didn't think about touching these swords.

But before he saw a martial artist who seemed to touch these swords, he immediately caused the sword qi to fall, and after being bombarded into slag in an instant, Wu Quan extinguished this thought.

"What is this?"

Wu Quan suddenly stopped, and his eyes fell on a long sword stuck in the ground.

This sword is dark and slender throughout, which is different from the normal style of a long sword.

When he came to the dark long sword, Wu Quan saw that there was no blade on the sword, if it wasn't for the shape of the sword, it was almost like a stick.

What really caught Wu Quan's attention was not the style of this sword, but the material on the sword, which made Wu Quan a little familiar.

Wu Quan couldn't help but squat down, his hand stroking the sword, and the clear texture he felt in the palm of his hand made him addicted to it.

Siderite!

Wu Quan can now be sure that this is the legendary meteorite.

Whether it is the style and material, or the feel, it is exactly the same as in the record, even if Wu Quan has not seen a real meteorite, but there is a conclusion that there are eight or nine inseparable.

Meteoric iron, which is said to be a thing outside the sky, fell in the Kyushu continent, is a material containing mysterious energy, and is inherently hard.

Each blade made of meteoric iron is enough to sharpen iron like clay, and a little forging is a famous weapon.

Moreover, most of the castings in the divine weapons are also mixed with meteoric iron.

It can be said that the preciousness of meteorite iron is completely equal to gold.

Wu Quan's heart beat violently, and the long sword forged by meteorite in front of him was no less than a lump of gold in his eyes.

If he can take this sword out, it will be a great fortune.

Even if there is no other chance, just relying on this sword, then this trip can be regarded as a big profit.

However, Wu Quan did not immediately draw his sword, but hesitated, his face was cloudy, as if he was struggling.

He hadn't forgotten that a martial artist had drawn his sword before, and he had immediately suffered a devastating blow from the sword qi, and Wu Quan wasn't sure if he would suffer the same treatment if he did the same.

Thinking of this, Wu Quan looked up at the sky above, where the sword qi gathered like a rainbow and intertwined there.

Take the sword, and you may suffer a catastrophe.

But if he didn't take it, Wu Quan was unwilling.

A sword made purely of meteoric iron is worth 10,000 gold in itself, and if he gives it up like this, Wu Quan will definitely not be reconciled.

In the end, Wu Quan gritted his teeth and said ruthlessly: "Starve the cowardly, support the bold, since you come here, if you don't get something out, this trip will be in vain."

The opportunity is in front of you, if the heavens give it, you will not be harmed by it!"

As soon as he thought of this, Wu Quan grasped the hilt of the sword in his hand and used his strength to pull out the dark long sword.

"Up!"

Wu Quan's face turned red, his true qi was urged to the extreme, his hands were bruised, and he struggled to draw his sword.

With Wu Quan's strength, the dark long sword was pulled out little by little.

Ultimately!

The dark sword was completely drawn, and Wu Quan was caught off guard, and his body staggered back two steps due to excessive force.

The first reaction when he pulled out his sword, Wu Quan just looked up at the sky.

The sword qi was still quietly intertwined, and there was no sign of rioting.

"Whew!"

Wu Quan breathed a sigh of relief, then looked at the dark long sword in his hand, and couldn't help laughing.

"Hahaha!"

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