Slash proficiency plus 2?"

Looking at the pupil information, Meng Yang shook his stinging arm.

Calm and concentrated, his inward gaze swept to the two fingers of the slashing technique.

After a slight pause, he saw a crack on his finger bones.

The fissures were millimeters long, crisscrossing the two phalanges, like sun-dried mud.

Sisi's pinprick pain came from the crack in the bone.

"It seems that now my body can only use the slashing technique to break the force. ”

"If you want to use the second layer of the sword slashing technique, the two tigers are still a little weak. ”

His eyes opened and closed, and Meng Yang fell silent as he glanced at the martial puppet that had been cut in half on the ground.

The slashing technique is performed, so that you are not in a hurry, and if you want to solve it, you can only use weapons.

Now it is impossible to simply rely on your fingers to exert 20,000 catties of sword qi.

Even if it is a condensed arm phalange, it can be cut out up to three times in a row.

After three times, the phalanges of the arm will definitely be overwhelmed by the huge spiritual power, and the bones will be completely shattered.

Thinking of this, Meng Yang's heart moved slightly, and he looked up at the white bead of light hanging above his head in the practice room.

While his eyes flickered, his lips opened slightly, and he said lightly: "Repair!"

At this moment, an umbrella-shaped silver light immediately overflowed from the white light beads hanging from the roof.

The silver light was soft, and the moment it sprinkled on the corpse of the martial puppet on the stage, but there was a burst of clicks.

In the voice, the martial puppet that had been cut in half by Meng Yang merged at an extremely fast speed.

Even the iron rods that had broken into knots on the ground were reorganized at this time.

Since the money is here, Meng Yang doesn't want to waste time, and there is nothing else to do anyway.

As for the Nine Xuan Gong Method, forget it, Meng Yang didn't bother to think about what Xuan Qi to cultivate.

Instead of spending time on the cultivation talent of waste wood, it is cost-effective to increase the proficiency of martial arts.

Even Meng Yang was pondering in his heart, if the martial arts proficiency was cultivated by himself, I am afraid that it could only be 1 at most.

However, if you fight against others, or cultivate with the help of martial golems, your proficiency will break through 1.

Looking at the martial puppet who stood up with the railroad tracks, Meng Yang put away his mind and stepped back with his right foot.

As his qi and blood churned, a spherical spiritual consciousness invisible to the naked eye suddenly erupted from his Heavenly Spirit Cover.

As soon as this spherical spiritual sense came out, it instantly condensed into a giant hammer and smashed it into the head of the martial puppet with a sound of breaking through the air.

But when he heard the muffled sound of metal clashing, the martial puppet who rushed with a stick suddenly knelt on the ground with his head in his hands.

The metal face was in pain, and the mouth let out a mechanical harsh moan.

This blow "Spiritual Sense Impact", Meng Yang was also not much better.

As soon as the word "backlash" appeared in my head, it was replaced by a muffled voice that echoed.

The heavy head, which seems to be pouring into stagnant water, is more like being ruthlessly pricked by countless needles.

The sharp pain seemed to turn into an extremely destructive attack wave at this moment.

The momentum was like a bamboo, and it rushed towards Meng Yang's entire arm like no other.

In an instant, his entire pupils shrank sharply, and beads of sweat the size of beans kept falling down.

"Five-step Tan legs..."

When this sharp pain became more and more intense, Meng Yang rushed forward with five steps in a row.

Stretched out his right leg, like a long whip, and slammed it on the martial puppet who was holding his head and screaming.

If the five-step Tan leg is successfully performed, the proficiency will be increased by 2.

Current proficiency is 3/60000.

The power of this kick is amazing, and the power is astounding.

It seems that at this foot, all Meng Yang's venting is included.

With the injection of Chuwu's spiritual power, even the head could hear the sound of bones breaking.

The martial puppet that flew upside down was kicked by Meng Yang's entire body, and smashed a human-shaped pit on the martial arts stage.

Meng Yang, whose eyes were cold, rushed forward again.

Raising his trembling right arm, he stretched out the crack with difficulty and pointed again, and slashed again in the air.

Gritted his teeth and slammed down, and spit out at the same time as the words in his mouth: "Chopping Technique, a breaking force..."

As soon as the words fell, Meng Yang's fingers slashed towards the martial puppet at an extremely fast speed.

A pair of red and bloodshot eyes were full of battle intent and coldness.

However, at the moment when Meng Yang thought that he could end the battle again.

Suddenly, the martial puppet who fell to the ground and wailed with his head hugged his head suddenly surged out of his body.

This invisible wave of qi, when spread out, actually formed a white wave visible to the naked eye.

As soon as the white storm came out, it hit Meng Yang with the momentum of overwhelming the mountains and the sea.

Meat pile skill resists an attack, and proficiency is increased by 2.

Current proficiency is 5/60000.

Meng Yang's originally calm face was immediately replaced by astonishment, and he never thought that the martial puppet would still have this hand.

Even if you don't have time to perform the 6th level meat pile skill, the iron skin and bronze bones of the true martial arts will resist.

However, the pure defensive power of the Flesh Pile Gong is not something that ordinary beginners and late martial artists can break.

This made Meng Yang's body surging with qi and blood, and he had to look at the white ball hanging above his head.

"Boy, don't say that the old man didn't take care of you, you can enjoy the old man's attention, and there are only a few of you among the new disciples. ”

"The old man has put a lot of bets on you, don't let me down. ”

"This martial puppet with spiritual thoughts can only appear in seven layers, but in order for you to become stronger, even if the old man can't help you on the surface, he can still help you secretly, this is more than your experience in fighting with a wood-like martial puppet, anyway, your kid has a lot of pills on his body, and he can't die." ”

At the corner of the second floor of the Yanwu Palace, I saw an old man with obscene appearance and open teeth, who was smiling.

While smugly shaking the bamboo fan in his hand, he lay on the rocking chair and stared intently into the air.

In front of him, there was a blue curtain of light that stood in the air, like a mirror, only he could see.

The edge of this blue light curtain exudes spiritual power that ripples like flames from time to time, which is very weird.

The flickering picture in the light curtain was a person spitting red blood and flying backwards.

While the blood stretched a red line in the air, the old man laughed out loud as if he had seen something festive.

"What the hell is going on?"

Meng Yang, who fell to the ground, coughed loudly, took three steps in a row, and straightened up.

There was a thud in his head, and blood spilled from his ears and nostrils.

The wave of white qi that suddenly hit his body seemed to be mixed with some kind of torture rhythm.

When it entered Meng Yang's head, it roared, and the sound became louder and louder, as if it was about to shatter his head.

He didn't expect that this early and late martial arts puppet would suddenly be more than a step stronger than just now.

Meng Yang, who fell on the stage, shook his head, and his consciousness gradually blurred.

Everywhere the eyes looked, layers of martial puppets appeared.

The puppet who was still lying on the ground before suddenly roared like a rebirth from the fire at this moment.

The displaced limbs shook and walked to the iron rod smashed on the ground during the recovery of the shift, and carried the iron rod and went straight to Meng Yang.

"Come to the good ..." Meng Yang's fighting spirit rose again, and his eyes were like lightning.

Just as the puppet was about to rush over, he was lying on the ground gritting his teeth and standing up trembling in pain.

Yaoyao's swaying body, as well as his uncontrollable trembling legs, were strangely quiet when Meng Yang raised his head, revealing a resolute face stained with blood.

"A slashing technique..."

When the martial puppet waved the iron rod in his hand and rushed towards him, Meng Yang's eyes showed unprecedented battle intent.

The unshakable powerful intent, the right hand with cracked flesh, slammed over.

The martial puppet's body immediately exploded back, and the iron rod twisted around his waist with the sound of smashing the air and slammed the air, attacking Meng Yang's door.

Meng Yang, who didn't seem to have much strength, opened his eyes covered by blood, and looked at the figure that seemed to have four iron rods and four martial puppets in a daze, and couldn't help but be ruthless in his heart, and turned sideways slightly.

The right hand and arm that had just stretched out to perform the sword slashing technique and had not yet been hit on the Wu puppet's body were actually smashed by the Wu puppet.

The blood entered the pillar and sprayed down, causing Meng Yang's broken arm to fall in a circle in the air.

But at this moment, an unexpected scene appeared, when he opened his bloody eyes, Meng Yang, who could no longer see the figure of the Wu puppet, rushed over in a vertical step when the opponent's iron rod fell, and it was too late to regain momentum, and he rushed over with only one hand, firmly grasping the arm of the Wu puppet holding the stick, his legs were like locks, winding and controlling the Wu puppet's actions, no matter how the Wu puppet struggled, it was difficult to get out of the trap.

He was gambling, betting that the kind of attack qi that overflowed from the body of the martial puppet was also limited, and it was impossible to use it all the time.

There are limits to the slashing technique, and he doesn't believe that the same powerful attack qi wave will have no limit.

Sure enough, as Meng Yang guessed, the martial puppet that was controlled did not use the white air wave attack again.

Meng Yang, who allowed the martial puppet's other hand to clench his fist and keep hitting his back, showed a knowing smile at this time.

He knew that he had made the right bet, and the martial puppet would not be able to use the qi wave attack that overflowed his body, otherwise he would not have kept beating him with his hands.

Under the swing of the martial puppet's fist, Meng Yang, who was constantly vomiting blood, suddenly opened his eyes that were as hot as fire.

The thin lips spat slightly, and a white light suddenly shot out from Meng Yang's mouth, piercing the head of the martial puppet in an instant.

The moment the straight metal body was softly pinched, Meng Yang couldn't help but sit on the ground and gasp.

"You're being watched, and there's a sense of consciousness controlling him from this puppet. ”

Just as Meng Yang had just swallowed a pill and was about to vomit to heal his wounds, Rao Tianhuang's voice suddenly came from his heart.

After a pause, Meng Yang's eyes immediately narrowed: "That means that someone is trying to kill me behind my back?"

"It's not like, if I kill you, I'm afraid that the other party will die if he thinks about it..."

"What do you mean?" Meng Yang's heart faltered, and his pupils flashed.

"What else does it mean..."Rao Tianhuang's voice in the scabbard paused slightly, and then raised his voice: "The other party is the True Martial Realm." ”

Meng Yang's eyes widened, and he almost coughed up a mouthful of blood: "True Martial Realm, how is this possible?"

"That's why I say it's not like killing you, it's like tempting you. ”

As soon as Rao Tianhuang's voice fell, Meng Yang raised his left eyebrow.

Just as he was about to raise his head, Rao Tianhuang's voice came from his heart again.

"Don't look at the white ball, you just pretend not to know, I know who this person is. ”

Seeing that Rao Tianhuang did not directly say the identity of the other party, Meng Yang did not ask.

With his understanding of Rao Tianhuang, the other party didn't say anything, and it was useless for him to ask.

With all kinds of doubts, Meng Yang sat cross-legged again and healed his wounds.

After a short while, Meng Yang opened his eyes and looked at the martial puppet on the platform again.

The corners of his mouth flickered, and he spat out the word "continue" in a condensed voice.

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