"Phew!"

"It's been thirty years, and I've finally waited for this day!"

"In the past, when Tianshan was discussing martial arts, I lost to Hong Zhaoli with a slight momentum, and I failed to enter the five uniques. Since then, I have lived in seclusion in Stone City and practiced hard, and now for 30 years, I have finally broken through the divine refining and become a martial artist. ”

Murong was injured and his bloody clothes fluttered, looking at the nine cities under his feet in the distance, his heart was extremely arrogant, and he had the potential to be the only one.

In the martial arts world, it is generally difficult to go further after entering the realm of a grandmaster, such as Hong Zhaoli and others. From a grandmaster to a great grandmaster, and then into the divine refinement, it is even more difficult than ascending to the sky!

The masters of divine refining in the world, who can also be counted with ten fingers, such as Yan Baye, Qiu Invincible and the like, are all because of some adventures, and they have achieved something.

In the past thirty years, Murong Injury has broken through with penance, and he is definitely talented, and he can be called a masterpiece!

"Father, you came out at the right time, otherwise our Stone Town will die." Murong Long wept and sighed.

"Hmph, the old man is a generation of martial artists, looking at today, except for those few old immortals and saints above Kunlun who can fight with me, who dares to make a time in Stone City?" Murong hurt his hands on his waist, his eyes were staring at the world, and he said majestically.

"Father, you have been in retreat for many years, and you don't know the major events in the world, and now there is a young king in Jiangdong, who calls himself the Marquis of Qin, and his ability is very big, even the Xuankong Master of Nanlin Temple, and Qiu Wushu have died in his hands." Murong Long replied truthfully.

"Xuankong and the like, so happy, there is no real ability, there is no need to worry."

"Hey, it's just a pity that Qiu Wuving, the second in the world that year, I wanted to be the first to go out of the mountain to compete with him, but I didn't expect him to die at the hands of a mere teenager, presumably because he failed to break through the divine refining and stagnated for many years."

"If he kills Qiu Wushu, he is qualified to practice for me, just the right blood dragon Dafa has been cultivated to the ninth level, you can summon the power of the nine sons, try him!" After Murong was saddened, he showed his majesty again, and he couldn't wait to fight Qin Yi.

"Father, he still has a Yaksha ghost in his hand, it's very tight, you must be careful." Murong Long whispered.

"Forgive him for being a young man, it is the talent of the martial god, and the peak of the grandmaster has reached the top, I think it is because of the Yaksha ghost to kill Qiu Invincible, I am a martial honor, it is easy to kill him, there is no need to worry." When Murong Hurt heard his son say this, he didn't take Qin Yi seriously.

Before he could go down the mountain to fight, he saw a young man in a robe leading a bull-headed yaksha ghost, walking along the steps of the mountain step by step.

The young man seemed to walk slowly, but in the blink of an eye, he was already near, as if the void was under his feet, a thousand miles away.

"Well, the jade belt is like a dragon, the purple glow is full of smoke, and the earth is full of qi, which is a good place to cultivate." The boy is like a friend visiting, smiling around.

"At a young age, he pretends to be waiting, he is so big, and he dares to come to my stone town to spread wild, is it because he is impatient?" Murong Typhoid Pupil was murderous, and while he drank majestically, the mountain that shook vigorously around his body buzzed.

"Blind to your old dog's eyes, dare to rely on the old man in my family, Qiu Wuving and Hong Zhaoli, one of the five peers in the past, died in the hands of the Hou Ye, what are you?" Hei San shouted angrily on the side.

"Qiu Invincible and his ilk don't want to forge ahead, don't enter the divine refinement, they deserve to die, how can I allow you to blaspheme, evil animals, look at the tricks!"

Murong was furious, and deliberately killed Hei San Liwei with one blow, and taught Qin Yi a lesson, as soon as he made a move, he was eighty percent of his divine power.

Roar!

A blood dragon flew out of his sleeve, rolled up the wind in the sky, rolled and strangled in a circle, and the pine trees, sand and gravel along the way, but into the blood dragon vortex, all turned into smithereens.

Divine power turns into reality! The power of Wuzun is really terrifying!

Murong Long and the other disciples were dumbfounded, admiring them like gods!

"I'm afraid of you!"

Hei San slapped his chest, the green light of his fists skyrocketed, and the two big fists of the car collided with the blood dragon!

Bang!

Under the huge force, Hei San was directly shocked away, and he fell a few big heels to stabilize his body, spit out green blood, and scolded: "him, this old man has more strength than me." ”

"Huh!"

Murong was quite surprised, he used eighty percent of his strength, it stands to reason that he should have killed the Yaksha ghost a long time ago, but he didn't expect that the other party was only a little shocked.

What's going on?

Could it be that this beast already has the power of a great grandmaster? That's not right, even the peak grandmaster only has more than 200,000 catties of strength, I am a martial artist, and I have a mountain of 500,000 catties of strength, which is twice as much as him, it should be a second kill, how can this be?

"Damn, take me one more trick!"

"Blood Dragon Shackles!"

Murong was annoyed and ashamed, urging to ten percent of his divine power, his face was full of blood red, and with a push of his hands, two blood dragons that were three times larger than just now, one left and one right, were connected end to end, turning into a huge blood-colored shackle, spanning the sky, shrouding the sky, and locking it towards the black three.

The blood and fire on the shackles are blazing, the dragon scales are as sharp as knives, if they are locked, even if the King Kong reveals the truth, the golden body will be scattered, and the physical body will not be protected!

"Humph!"

"Just carving insect skills, dare to show off in front of Ben Hou!"

Qin Yi smiled coldly in the face of Murong Injury's earth-shattering killing move, raised his palm, and the sword of light came out suddenly, and then slapped it casually, the big sword Changhong went through the sun, and stabbed the two dragons in the air, where the keyhole was!

The big sword is unpretentious, and only the strength is not broken!

Whew!

The sound of the long sword breaking through the air was like thunder in his ears, after all, Murong Injury was a generation of masters, and when he saw that sword was coming like a mountain, he knew that something was wrong.

"Boom!"

With a big sword, the two dragons are decapitated!

Murong Injury's killing move was easily broken, but the funny thing is that the other party didn't even use the martial arts, and easily broke it with force, what a terrible existence is this?

You must know that his blow, coupled with the bonus of the Blood Dragon Divine Skill, can reach 600,000 jin of strength, Qin Yi can break it with one blow, at least more than 600,000 catties, so that this young male lord has reached the peak of the early stage of divine refining, or the middle stage, with a million jin of divine power?

Murong Injury realized that he had made a serious mistake, that is, he was too light on the enemy.

Qin Hou killed Qiu Invincible, not because Qiu was invincible and incompetent, and he didn't want to forge ahead, but because he himself had a terrifying cultivation.

Burst!

The killing move was broken, and Murong was injured by a huge force, and his body staggered, spurting out a mouthful of blood.

"I haven't been out of the rivers and lakes for more than 30 years, but I didn't expect that there would be such a peerless genius in the world who was far superior to the martial god back then.

Murong was sad and frightened, took a step back, bowed his hands with a pale face, and no longer had the previous arrogance.

"Admiration can't save your life, what else is there to press the bottom of the box, hurry up!" Qin Yi's ruthless eyes revealed a playful killing intent, as if Murong Injury was already the prey in his palm, and there was nothing to hide.

PS: Kavinka's head is blown up, you can't write a thousand words in an hour, friends forgive me for my poor hand speed, Amen!

(End of chapter)