Chapter Eighty-Five: A Tough Showdown

In the dense forest, Zhao Xiaoyi stared at the man in white who rushed towards him, originally thinking that with the strength of his third-order soul master and fifth-order martial artist, it shouldn't take too many tricks to kill a first-order great martial artist, but now it seems that some real means are still needed.

The fingers that flashed with a faint blue light with a slight sonic boom sound, under the violent look of the man in white, pointed at Zhao Xiaoyi's throat like a sharp weapon.

Zhao Xiaoyi's face sank slightly, and his steps retreated slightly, and then he didn't hesitate, the two fingers of his right hand stretched out, and the same finger prints greeted him.

In the air, with the sound of explosions, the energy fluctuations also spread in waves, and the fingerprints of the two were dotted together, and they suddenly clashed like lightning in the dense forest.

The Wind Breaking Finger is a Xuan-level intermediate martial art, and Zhao Xiaoyi has also gained a lot of experience after many performances, and now he is with the man in white, with the fifth-order martial artist, he does not fall behind at all, no matter how ruthless the man in white is, Zhao Xiaoyi does not let go of half a step.

This situation made the man in white surprised again, he was able to resist his spiritual fingers, the opponent's martial arts skills were definitely not low, you know, this is a low-level martial art that he learned from the Zhao family with great difficulty, how could this branch member have such a strong martial art.

The man in white's eyes were red, Zhao Xiaoyi's combat power had exceeded his expectations again and again, and now his strength had swelled to the second-order great martial artist, and he couldn't even beat the other party for a while.

Bang!zuihou pointed out with a strong finger, causing both of them to bounce away, and then each paused at a distance of five meters from the other.

Neither side immediately rushed forward again, the corners of their eyes slanted upward, glaring at each other.

Zhao Xiaoyi's hand trembled slightly, and he pointed hundreds of fingers with the man in white, even if he was strong in martial arts, he couldn't hold on, and if he continued to face it, his fingers would inevitably be injured.

The man in white was no better, his hand shrunk into his sleeve robe, trying to hide the trembling of his fingers because of the pain, but the twitching of his face from time to time betrayed him.

The man in white had a strong murderous aura rising around him, paused slightly, and then his right hand poked out again.

With the vibration of his arm, the vitality in his body also gathered like a tide, his five fingers clenched into a fist, and with the surge of vitality in his body, faintly, a looming skull appeared above the fist.

The skull was dark in color, and its hideous mouth seemed to devour everything, and the fluctuation of the Yuan Force on it also made people feel frightened.

"Ghost Killing Fist!" The man in white shouted, then stepped on his feet, and when his body jumped, the fist shrouded by the skull slammed towards Zhao Xiaoyi on the opposite side.

Ghost Killing Fist is the hole card of the man in white, although it is only a low-level martial art, but it is considered to be at the top in the low-level martial arts, and it plays well, even comparable to the general intermediate martial arts.

Looking at the crazy man in white in front of him, Zhao Xiaoyi took a deep breath, at this time, he didn't want to waste any more energy, the vitality in his body surged, and then his right fist poked out.

"Xuanzhong Hammer!" The tide-like vitality surged towards the fist, and the fiery red light made the fist seem to be like a bright sun, stabbing people unable to open their eyes, Zhao Xiaoyi's eyes were sharp, carrying a fierce Yuan Force fluctuation, and then a punch was against the man in white.

In the dense forest, the ground fell to the ground one after another, and with the spread of an explosion, a circle of energy fluctuations visible to the naked eye quickly swept away, and some surrounding stones suddenly turned into powder.

The two fierce fists were together, Zhao Xiaoyi's footsteps suddenly took four or five steps back, and his face turned pale in an instant, but opposite him, with the sound of bones breaking on the arm of the man in white, his figure also flew upside down, and Zuihou fell heavily to the ground, and only stopped after a half-foot deep ditch was rubbed on the ground.

Poof! A mouthful of red blood spurted out of his mouth, the man in white opened his eyes stiffly, his face twitched, he wanted to say something but didn't say it, zuihou lay there completely under that resentful look.

The liliang of the Xuanzhong hammer was not just the surface, while shattering the arm of the man in white, his internal organs were also shattered by the Xuanzhong hammer, and now, as if he had become a dead man.

Seeing that the man in white on the ground was completely out of breath, Zhao Xiaoyi breathed a sigh of relief, the emptiness in his body made him stumble a little, and a pill was sent into his mouth, and he quickly sat on the ground.

The Xuanzhong Hammer is too domineering, and the kind of whale-swallowing vitality consumption is still unbearable for Zhao Xiaoyi, but this time it is better than before, at least it did not fall immediately because of the exhaustion of vitality, it seems that if you want to use the Xuanzhong Hammer and not lose combat power anymore, you still have to enter the Great Martial Master.

He is now a fifth-order martial artist, although it is said that he is only one step away from the great martial artist, but the cultivators all understand that this step is more difficult than any previous step, and the gap between the first-order great martial artist and the fifth-order martial artist is not just a star and a half, and when he enters the first-order great martial artist, his combat power will be doubled, so if he wants to break through that shackle, it is absolutely impossible to have no chance.

Zhao Xiaoyi is now a fifth-order martial artist, and if he wants to break through to a first-order martial artist, it is not impossible to rely on Yanxi's ability, but Yanxi said that the foundation is very important, blindly relying on external forces to improve strength, although it is fast, but it is very floating, and it will inevitably have a great impact on the road of the strong in the future, therefore, Zhao Xiaoyi is not in a hurry, and will lay a good foundation first.

After a few grains of Hui Yuan Dan, his complexion was much better, although he was still far from his peak state, but the active Liliang still recovered a little, his eyes opened, and then he stood up from the ground.

Sweeping his gaze over the corpses of the two first-order great martial artists, Zhao Xiaoyi paused, and then went over and looted the crystal nuclei of the two into his pocket, he didn't do anything about killing and robbing, but the property under this kind of battle was not taken for nothing.

These two people seem to have robbed the Zhao family's branch personnel, and the crystal nuclei on the two of them add up, there are actually ten third-level crystal nuclei and fifteen second-level crystal nuclei, and this time's income makes Zhao Xiaoyi quite satisfied.

After putting away the things, Zhao Xiaoyi didn't stay here for long, his eyes were withdrawn from the two corpses, and then he turned to leave, for these self-regarded arrogant main vein personnel, Zhao Xiaoyi was not cold, and killed them.

The central part of the barren mountain range is not small, time flies quickly, and before he knows it, Zhao Xiaoyi has been shuttling in it for a week, and the harvest of this week is naturally not small, of course, most of them are not obtained by killing demonic beasts by himself, but those who want to fight his idea, zuihou have fallen into his hands, but these people, the strength is not strong, the strongest person he has met is just a third-level martial artist, if there is really a martial arts powerhouse, Zhao Xiaoyi can only run.

The night gradually became richer, a waning moon hung high in the sky, and under the misty clear light, the roars of beasts became more and more violent.

Night is the most frequent time for Warcraft, but it is also the most ferocious time for Warcraft, at this time, Zhao Xiaoyi often does not go hard, but finds a secluded and safe place to hide, during this time, quietly study alchemy.

After a few days, in the practice of the colorful divine stones, Zhao Xiaoyi has become more and more proficient in refining the second-grade pill and the blood pill, and now, he can basically succeed at one time, and he is no longer the general Lang expensive medicinal materials, so that Zhao Xiaoyi's level of alchemy is also stable above the second-grade, and he originally wanted to try to refine the third-grade pill, but he suffered from the lack of a prescription, so he could only endure it.

Bang! Just as he was sitting in a stone crevice and preparing to cultivate, a slight cracking sound suddenly came from the side, originally Zhao Xiaoyi didn't want to care about this kind of idle matter, but a familiar shout mixed with the cracking sound made him raise his eyebrows.