In the spacecraft space, Max Weir looked at Zhang Xiaotian who walked out of the corridor with a calm face, but his heart was full of ups and downs, which was related to survival, and he couldn't be completely calm with his state of mind.

When he got closer, Zhang Xiaotian took out the pure-blood needle in his pocket and shook it, and both of them laughed.

"Marx seniors, what am I going to do now?"

"It's very simple, unscrew the button behind the pureblood needle, pour the essence blood inside on the chain, and leave the rest to me."

Zhang Xiaotian did as he was told.

The purple-red essence blood flowed onto the black chain, and suddenly burst out with a dazzling red light, and the exquisite runes swimming in the black chain suddenly twisted and converged towards the place where the essence blood dripped down.

The red light was gradually suppressed, like a candle in the wind, as if it would be extinguished in the next moment, at this time, Max Weir suddenly exhaled "hi", and his body erupted with a powerful momentum, shaking slightly, and the sky shook.

This "shaking the heavens and the earth" was just Zhang Xiaotian's induction, and it was really affected by Marx's momentum.

Then I saw his mouth open, and a hurricane suddenly blew in the space, and all the air currents and vitality were sucked into his mouth, and there was a dead silence within three feet of the vicinity, full of murderous intent.

Quack!

The chains shook slightly, making a screeching grinding sound.

Then Marx's arms penetrated by chains were lifted with difficulty, and every inch was a leap forward, and later, Zhang Xiaotian only felt that what was in front of him was not a person, but a majestic mountain.

Then, with a wave of both arms at the same time, two cyclones of wheels slashed straight towards the chains, locking the place where the essence blood dripped down.

Dangdang!

With two loud bangs, the chains spread out with a bang, and the runes on it flew black gas one after another, like black tentacles pumping towards Max Weir.

Hey!

Max Weir let out a sneer, crossed his hands, grabbed the half-cut chains that passed through his left and right shoulders, and pulled hard, and the two black chains more than two meters long were pulled out along with the flesh.

Under the infusion of source power, the chains were stretched straight, like two long black knives, one left and one right slashed back and forth.

The knife momentum absorbs the vitality of the surrounding airflow, making the heaven and earth seem to collapse and become smaller, and in Zhang Xiaotian's eyes, the heaven and earth around Marx seem to turn into a circle.

The "circle" is dark and dark, the stars are in the sky, the earth is fluttering, the mixed hole is presented, and the golden crow is dancing.

Then I saw that this "circle" suddenly cracked, and two deep and dark sword lights split the mixed hole, split and shattered, yin and yang were divided, the golden crow rose, and the stars returned to their places!

The chaos was split, the black gas of the chains was reduced to nothing, Marx's hands were empty, and the two chains were shattered into powder.

"What do you see?"

He didn't know when he had already stood in front of Zhang Xiaotian, and asked with great interest as he looked at the contemplative human in front of him.

"Order!"

Zhang Xiaotian was still immersed in the artistic conception of the knife gesture, and blurted out when he heard the words.

Marx's eyes lit up, and his eyes showed appreciation, a human teenager, and he actually said the true meaning of this trick.

He hesitated for a moment, then opened his mouth to speak, and one syllable after another came into Zhang Xiaotian's ears, but it was not the second half of the mantra of the "Spirit Absorbing Dafa", but the essence of a source force martial art.

With the voice, Zhang Xiaotian's eyes became more and more confused, his pupils were dilated and there was no focus, and he didn't seem to hear anything.

And in his head, there was a sword light rising into the sky......

A minute passed, but in Zhang Xiaotian's mind, he felt that more than a year had passed, and the imprint of that sword was deeply engraved in his mind.

The name of this sword is "Order"!

In other words, this "order" move is not a sword technique, nor a sword technique, but a true meaning that can be applied to any weapon, or any move can be set in it.

That's right, this martial art is just a true meaning, an intangible substance, no tricks and no trials, but a martial art created by the great master Marx after that.

Zhang Xiaotian, who came back to his senses, looked at the tall Tiramo man in front of him fixedly, suddenly bent down and bowed deeply, and said, "Thank you seniors for giving you the exercises." ”

"Haha, it's just that you kid is pleasing to the eye, don't gossip, hurry up and listen to the second half of the mantra of "Soul Absorbing Dafa"."

As he spoke, another mysterious word popped out of Marx's mouth, and Zhang Xiaotian hurriedly listened attentively.

……

In the big tent in the center of the camp, Tian Yulang spat out a mouthful of dirty blood, and his injuries were basically healed, but there was always a feeling of unhappiness in his heart.

What happened?

He frowned, his consciousness moved, and a huge divine consciousness rushed out of the top gate, spreading rapidly in all directions around the camp.

Well?

He first found out that Zhang Xiaotian was not in the camp again, and he didn't pay attention to it until his divine sense scanned the high ground......

Rumble!

Everyone in the Tian family, who was busy, was startled, and looked at the center of the camp, only to see a violent and manic aura, rising up to the sky like wolf smoke, and even visible to the naked eye.

"What happened?"

"It's the tent of the ancestors!"

"Oh no, go check it out!"

All the Tian family members put down their work and quickly gathered at the central tent, and the first few were Tian Changfeng, Tian Changhe, Tian Zhengde and other descendants.

Boom!

When everyone approached the tent, the tent exploded, and a black figure flew out from the top of the tent, turning into a streamer of light, and flying straight to the southeast of the island.

"It's the old ancestor!"

Tian Changfeng looked at it squarely, and then put his mind at ease, as long as the ancestor didn't have an accident.

He waved his hand behind him and said loudly: "Everyone go and do their own thing, don't mess around, the ancestor is fine." ”

The crowd dispersed, and only Tian Changfeng, Tian Changhe, and Tian Zhengde remained.

"Big brother, the old ancestor seems to be ......" Tian Changhe was a little hesitant, not knowing whether to say it or not.

"Seeming something, let's say, there are no outsiders here."

Tian Changfeng frowned, his face did not have the calmness just now, he actually saw something.

“…… It seems, there seems to be some panic. ”

At a glance just now, only Tian Changfeng and Tian Changhe, the people with the highest strength, could see Tian Yulang's expression clearly, which made them even more uneasy, since the ancestor came back, he had never seen him show such a "flustered" emotion.

Is something wrong?

But what could happen on this island for the Ancestor to be like this?

Tian Changfeng remembered that the ancestor returned with an injury more than ten days ago, and at this time, only he and Tian Zhengde knew, and even Tian Changhe didn't tell him.

Tian Changfeng, who was faintly uneasy in his heart, patted his younger brother on the shoulder and comforted: "Don't think nonsense, with the strength of the old ancestor, there is nothing on this island that can threaten him." ”

Tian Changhe thought about it too, and felt that he was too careful, "What my brother said is that I really think too much, haha." ”

Tian Changhe laughed, but he didn't pay attention to the solemnity in the eyes of his brother and nephew on the side.

(End of chapter)