"Hehe, what a boring person!"

Jiang Baixin was bored, and he was not angry, he happily smashed the cigarette gun and watched the battle that was about to break out in the field.

……

"Come on!"

Bao Xingyu's spear pointed at Zhang Xiaotian from afar.

And Zhang Xiaotian at this moment, uh, is a little distracted.

After more than a month, he held the hilt of the Heavenly Sword again, not only did he not feel strange, but he had a strange feeling of blood connection.

A thread of source power extended from the palm of his hand and penetrated into the Heavenly Sword, as if this sword was not a weapon, but an extension of his arm.

Zhang Xiaotian narrowed his eyes slightly, savoring this feeling, and a trace of spiritual power flowed into the Yitian Sword along the source power silk, probing the internal structure of the Yitian Sword clearly, and even faintly feeling that in this divine weapon made of meteoric iron, there seemed to be a consciousness that was very close to him calling him gently.

Really? Phantom?

Zhang Xiaotian couldn't judge.

Bao Xingyu saw Zhang Xiaotian on the opposite side with his eyelids hanging and motionless, so he simply stepped forward, full of momentum, straight through the sky, and made the nearby crowd of spectators dodge one after another.

The Hebrew on the top of the wall nodded slightly, Xingyu's use of spiritual momentum is becoming more and more mature, this is a must for a martial artist to advance to the advanced stage of a martial artist, if he can't comprehend the fusion of the power of the mind and the martial arts, then he can only be mixed up in the low-level stage for the rest of his life.

At the level of senior martial artists, the confrontation is the first spiritual momentum, if the spirit is suppressed, the seeds are planted, or there are flaws in the soul, the ten success forces often cannot be exerted six or seven percent, in the case of only one or two lines, failure is doomed, after all, who does not point to the bottom of the box, as long as the flaws are grasped, the means are exhausted, and the opponent may not even have a chance to use the killing move after a round of onslaught!

Not to mention that the world is so big, there is no calculation of miracle skills, if the soul loophole is large, in the battle of high-level martial artists, you can be taught by the opponent how to behave in every minute.

Of course, there are also some special exercises, such as the cultivation of magic skills, maybe the heavier the negative emotions, the stronger the combat power.

Let's gossip, let's look at Bao Xingyu again.

I saw that every time he took a step, his momentum skyrocketed by three points, and when he was about to approach Zhang Xiaotian, his whole person was almost like a god and demon descending into the world, majestic, domineering, noble, and vast, which made people worship almost the heart, and was higher than heaven and earth with heaven and earth.

At this time, Zhang Xiaotian had already paid attention to the battle, and the connection between his soul and the Yitian Sword was like a separation, only to see his arms stretched straight, pointing forward, the whole person was like a jade tree in the wind, falling and standing, his waist and back were straight, like a sharp sword out of the sheath, but this momentum is changing, just like a dragon returning to the sea, a tiger entering the mountains and forests, and the surrounding environment is gradually harmonizing, giving people a sense of impeccable.

Hey?

The Hebrew on the wall was shocked, he didn't expect that this Zhang Xiaotian's use of momentum was no less than Bao Xingyu, and even faintly surpassed, this state of harmony with nature was only realized by him after he was thirty years old.

Hehehe!

Jiang Baixin's laughter came from the side, and then I heard him say: "I really didn't misunderstand this kid, every time he advances, he goes straight to the top, he is definitely a perverted demon that is rare to see in a hundred years!" ”

And this?!

Hebrew was slightly amazed in his heart.

He has a focused personality, except for the affairs of the Law Enforcement Hall on weekdays, only the practice function arouses his interest, and he has always paid little attention to foreign affairs, so although he has occasionally heard of Zhang Xiaotian's deeds, he has never taken it to heart, and he forgot about it when he turned his head.

When I suddenly saw Zhang Xiaotian's performance today, coupled with the fact that he was only eighteen years old, I couldn't help but feel amazed in my heart.

In the field, the distance between Zhang Xiaotian and Bao Xingyu was more than 20 zhang, and in an instant, Bao Xingyu had approached three zhang in front of Zhang Xiaotian, and with a swing of his spear, he stabbed at the point.

His spear spread, and the layers of red were dyed, sweeping through the empty space between the two, like an autumn breeze blowing, how much bleakness was raised, and there was more than a few afterglows for a while.

"Good marksmanship!"

Some people in the crowd of spectators were amazed, but their voices were rough but depressed.

Nearby, a disciple of the Goshawk Society turned his head to look, only to see a tall middle-aged man who had lost his arms standing in the crowd and looking at the field, with a momentum that did not lead to it, but did not reveal it, although he was only a disabled person in the crowd, he still stood out from the crowd, giving people an extraordinary attitude!

"Yuwen Black Tiger!"

Many disciples of the Goshawk Society recognized this person, but soon stopped paying attention to him, after all, this person was just a prisoner of the Goshawk Society.

Yuwen Black Tiger came to Da'ao City half a month ago, in order to help the Goshawk Society accept the territory of the Black Tiger Gang, and the Goshawk Society was able to quickly unify Meng Ke Island in the more than a month since the Wolf Warrior Gang was destroyed, and he made great contributions.

However, although it was his own choice, he saw the power he had created single-handedly being swallowed up, and Yuwen Black Tiger felt uncomfortable in his heart.

Early this morning, he wandered around after breakfast, and when he walked near this martial arts arena, he suddenly heard a commotion here, so he became curious to come and take a look.

He didn't know the young man who wielded the gun, but he knew from his momentum that he was extraordinary, while the other surprised him.

Zhang Xiaotian!

He had already inquired about this name, and it was this kid who ruined their good deeds at the Vanilla Hotel at that time, and what surprised him was that at that time, this kid was only the second level of source power, and he jumped two levels in just over a month - was it me who was dazzled, or was this kid hiding his strength at that time?

With the momentum of the gun, Bao Xingyu's true qi around his body was agitated, surging like the sea, towering like a mountain, pressing the surrounding airflow trembling slightly, as if heaven and earth were worshipping the master, and the breath swayed, isolating all prying eyes. Let Zhang Xiaotian's mind shine, blurred, unable to grasp the flow of his source force and the reaction of his body muscles.

This guy has also improved!

sighed in his heart, but the movements of his hands were not slow.

In terms of the speed of progress, he is a freak in the eyes of others.

And Zhang Xiaotian has experienced a lot of such a fight.

Whether it is Cui Wujian or Liu Yuxing, they are stronger than Bao Xingyu in the use of momentum, as for Tian Yulang, needless to say, there is no ripple in the soul, and he still uses the spiritual attachment source force to release and various skills, colluding with the surrounding environment, and the posture and the earth are integrated. It seems that if there is an attack, the heaven and the earth will share the burden, and the earth will be overturned, and it will be difficult to resist.

Bao Xingyu's pupils shrank, how could this kid's use of spiritual momentum look stronger than me, didn't he just enter the fourth level of source power?

While being surprised in his heart, Bao Xingyu did not let Zhang Xiaotian's momentum continue to rise, and suddenly the tip of the spear shook, and the scattered red tassels were mixed with a little silver light, like a star falling into a fire, and time flowed.

The silver light from the blade of the gun suddenly joined together, like water waves swinging, reflecting the gorgeous red light, you have me, I have you.

The "Fusion of Fire and Water" of "The Law of Muskets"!

(End of chapter)