"Nourishing ......"

A palm thunder passed through the void and shot out, and the phantom warrior's body only stiffened for an instant, but he could only watch, the palm thunder was too fast, close to the speed of light, and in the blink of an eye, it fell on the phantom warrior's body with a 'zi' sound.

"Ahh

The Phantom Warrior let out a miserable scream, and as soon as it entered the soul, the power of the thunder was extremely domineering, just a palm thunder, and the power of thunder and lightning that overflowed was wrapped around the Phantom Warrior's body.

In his body, there is more thunder power that is destroying his body with impunity.

One shot is not enough, and another shot is coming.

Seeing a palm thunderbolt, the Phantom Warrior howled miserably and stiffened his body again.

The corners of Ye Wu's mouth curled up, revealing a bloody smile.

Take advantage of your illness to take your life, fall into the well, beat the water dogs, chase after the victory, all kinds of thoughts flashed in the young man's mind, and the young man's hands were not slow.

The spear was returned to the left hand, and the thunder was condensed again in the palm of the right hand.

Palm Thunder.

I have a palm thunder in my left hand and a palm thunder in my right hand.

"Ah...... Yes...... Ah......h

A very rhythmic scream sounded in the fifth layer of the Nine Heavens Qingyun Pavilion, and no one could have imagined that in the fifth layer of the Nine Heavens Qingyun Pavilion, Ye Wu was actually playing with the martial artists in the early stage of the seventh layer of Qi training.

Every time the palm thunder hits, there will be a stiff time between breaths.

Taking advantage of this stiff time, Ye Wu alternated his left and right hands, and shot palm thunder one after another.

One hair, one hair, another hair, Chen Yifaer, it's cool!

The interval between two breaths of thunder per palm thunder of the teenager's one hand, but do not forget that everyone has two hands, as a teenager who has a fiancée, but has lived a monk life for sixteen years.

Ye Wu's speed of slapping the palm thunder is not slow.

The left hand is not good, just the right hand, just within the time of the stiff breathing of the palm thunder, one after another into the body of the phantom warrior.

"Call you to plagiarize ......"

A palm thunder.

"Tell you to copy ......"

Another palm thunder.

"Tell you to cut corners......"

Another palm thunder.

"Call you a bad taste......"

Ye Wu spat out a bad sentence in his mouth, and raised his hand to shoot a palm thunder, and when he reached his hand, he took a long time, stopped on the ground, raised his hands one after another, and shot palm thunder one after another, playing with it.

"Ah......h

Finally, the seventh-layer Qi Cultivation Martial Artist, who looked exactly the same as Ye Wu, and was frequently spit out by the young man, gradually became illusory and disappeared in the midst of grievances.

"Hey......"

After so many palm thunders, everything is boring, it's really boring, it's boring.

The young man shook his head, pursed his lips, and picked up the spear next to him, on the surface the clouds were light and breezy, but in the dark eyes, the eyes were shining and shining.

No wonder, it is said that the eyes are the window of everyone's soul and will not lie.

......

"It's been almost an hour!"

Outside, in the distant mountains, a tutor from Chang'an Academy looked up at the sky and said with some surprise.

An hour is a long time.

Now in the Nine Heavens Qingyun Pavilion, except for the fourth and fifth layers, the magic circles of other levels have already dimmed, which means that the remaining four people are still fighting in the fourth and fifth layers.

"I just don't know, who's on the fourth layer and who's on the fifth floor......"

Another mentor spoke, but before this mentor's voice fell, the light of the fourth-layer magic circle disappeared, and the fifth-layer magic circle flashed, and outside the square of the Nine Heavens Qingyun Pavilion, two more figures were bounced out.

"It's Zhou Ziyan and Wang Rong......"

Looking at the two delicate figures that were bounced out, there was a burst of wows in the square.

With the pride of water and fire in this Chang'an City out, then only Zhou Xiongwei and Ye Wu are still fighting in the Nine Heavens Qingyun Pavilion.

A son-in-law of the four top forces in Chang'an City.

A bun in a small town on the edge of Yongzhou.

"It's getting more and more interesting, Zhou Xiongwei can break through to the fifth layer, which is as it should be, but this Ye Wu, the little guy from Yong'an City, a small city on the edge of Tongzhou, can also fight on the fifth layer for so long, it's really unexpected.

In terms of exercises, resources, skills, and news, this marginal boy from Yong'an City is much inferior to Zhou Xiongma.

However, who would have thought that in the end, this marginal boy from Yong'an City would still be able to beat Zhou Xiongwei in the first and second levels and shine.

In the last level, in the Nine Heavens Qingyun Pavilion, which tests combat effectiveness, he is on a par with Zhou Xiongwei.

It's getting more and more interesting. ”

An old man with gray temples touched his beard under his chin, and looked at the Nine Heavens Qingyun Pavilion with a smile on his face, this assessment of the Lingwu calendar in 9999 is really interesting.

......

When the mentors of the Nine Heavens Qingyun Pavilion were discussing, Zhou Hongwei, who had just broken through to the fifth layer, immediately fell into a bitter battle.

His opponent was himself who was also a seventh-level Qi practitioner.

It's just that Ye Wu's opponent was in the early stage of the seventh layer of qi training, and his opponent had risen to the middle stage of the seventh layer of qi training.

Zhou Xiongwei was at the peak of the sixth layer of Qi training, and it seemed that there was only a small gap between him and the Phantom Martial Artist in the middle of the seventh layer of Qi training, but during the Qi training period, there was a world of difference between the sixth layer of Qi training and the seventh layer of Qi training.

The gap between the two small levels, in terms of strength, the thickness of a spiritual power at the middle stage of the seventh layer of Qi cultivation is at least twice as thick as the peak of the sixth layer of Qi training.

Not to mention the seventh-level martial artist who practices qi, he can control his divine sense, anticipate the enemy's opportunities, and improve his reactions, speed, and strength by a level.

Zhou Xiongwei, who was at the peak of the sixth layer of Qi training, faced the phantom martial artist in the middle of the seventh layer of Qi training, he used all kinds of methods, exhausted his family inheritance, and only had more than enough defense, and not enough offense.

Zhou Xiongwei is not Ye Wu, he does not have a skill like palm thunder that can make the opponent stiffen instantly.

You can only compete with phantom warriors for spiritual power and moves.

"Poof!"

Zhou Xiongwei once again used his family inheritance to learn from his family, let out a roar, and stabbed a sword sharply into the shoulder and armor bones of the phantom warrior, but the phantom warrior also did not make Zhou Xiongwei feel better.

A palm was slapped out, hitting Zhou's majestic chest.

Zhou Xiongwei only felt as if he had been hit by a sledgehammer in his chest, his internal organs were churning, his eyes were black, and the huge force came, and he was thrown out like a chicken and smashed to the ground.

"Poof!"

When he barely got up, Zhou Xiongwei's chest couldn't stop rising and falling, and a mouthful of blood spurted out, and the blood was even mixed with a trace of internal organs.

"It can't be like this!"

Looking at the small fragment of internal organs in the blood foam, Zhou Xiongwei's steel teeth clenched, and a fierce light emitted from his eyes.

Originally, I wanted to save this trick for the sixth layer of the Nine Heavens Green Cloud Pavilion, but I didn't expect that it would be used in the fifth layer of the Nine Heavens Green Cloud Pavilion.

"I'm really unwilling!"

The terrifying spiritual power gathered in Zhou Xiongwei's body, and he forcibly overdrew his potential and stabbed out with a sword. The long sword shook the air, making a sound like a dragon's groan, like a great river of the Yangtze River, rolling forward.