In a moment's effort, Xiao Mu conjured fifty afterimages, each of which was exactly the same, it was simply a blackened version of Xiao Mu. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

The sun is thin, and the whole sky is orange-red, like a drunken beauty, extremely beautiful. A few jackdaws slowly swept across the sky, let out a wail, and also dragged out black shadows on the ground, forming a long and narrow path of black shadows, which looked like sheep's intestines.

The warm sunlight bathed Liu Yinger's hair, shoulders and neck, reflecting her beautiful face.

"Fifty-six, fifty-seven, fifty-eight・・・・・・"

Xiao Mu conjured up a series of misty afterimages, and those afterimages became more and more, dense, and gathered together, forming a large black cloud, as if it was going to rain.

Liu Ying'er looked at the dark shadows in the sky, she was a little shocked in her heart, she had seen many martial artists in Panqiao Town, but she had never seen anyone use such exercises, even if some martial artists conjured up afterimages, they were only four or five at most, and the speed was far less fast than Xiao Mu.

She muttered, "Xiao Shaoxia, what kind of kung fu is he practicing?"

With a "whoosh", Xiao Mu dragged out a series of black afterimages on the ground, and rolled up a large green leaf, and those leaves formed a large green river, which was very beautiful.

"Seventy-one, seventy-two, seventy-three, seventy-four・・・・・・"

At this moment, Xiao Mu was standing on a branch on a big tree, and behind him was a void afterimage, and the branches were shaky. He let out a long sigh of relief, feeling the majestic spiritual power in his body, which was surging, like a manic dragon.

"Now that it has been condensed to seventy-six afterimages, there are still twenty-four left, and the task can be completed. Come on, strive to be able to step on the ground without a trace, or even step on the sky without a trace today!" Xiao Mu thought excitedly.

Since Xiao Mu embarked on the path of martial arts, he has become a martial idiot, and every new martial art he encounters has to practice with all his might.

Liu Ying looked at Xiao Mu's figure, a little moved, and at the same time, he secretly sighed in his heart: If his brother is not injured, his brother's strength should not lose to Xiao Mu, and he will also become a powerful warrior like Xiao Mu.

The red sun fell, and a crescent moon slowly rose into the sky, and a silver glow floated down, forming a silver river, which flowed slowly.

"Eighty-five, eighty-six, eighty-seven, eighty-eight・・・・・・"

Xiao Mu silently recited: There are still ten afterimages left, and I can refine to the ground without a trace. He wiped a handful of sweat from his forehead, and his forehead, neck, and shoulders were covered with sweat, and his entire shirt was soaked.

"Again!" Xiao Mu shouted, as he spoke, his right foot kicked on the branch, and the whole person's body suddenly flew out, "whoosh" a few times, dragging out a series of afterimages in the air, those afterimages were layered, like a black river, and like a black snake, winding and circling, extremely beautiful.

"Ninety-one, ninety-two, ninety-three, ninety-four afterimages, there are still six afterimages!"

Xiao Mu dragged out ninety-four afterimages in a row, and with a "whoosh", another afterimage appeared, and after a while, another afterimage appeared.

"It's already the ninety-sixth remnant, come on!" Xiao Mu gritted his teeth and said profusely.

Xiao Mu used his spiritual power, and finally conjured the ninety-seventh afterimage in his body, he gasped heavily, and the sweat of the bean dripping down his forehead made a "pat" sound.

Liu Ying'er looked at Xiao Mu from a distance, and was a little worried in her heart: Xiao Mu was exercising so hard, would there be anything.

Xiao Mu took out a one-striped Biyu Fruit from the Qiankun Ring, and as soon as this fruit entered his abdomen, it turned into rolling spiritual power, like a rolling river, and those spiritual powers frantically poured into his dry dantian.

He took a deep breath, the light in his eyes shone brightly, his body shook, and a powerful spiritual power suddenly burst out of his body, forming a circle of white ripples, and the entire bamboo forest shook violently, like a tornado swept through.

"Ninety-eighth Afterimage!" Xiao Mu clenched his fists, his bones "gurgle", his hair fluttered automatically without wind, the muscles of his whole body swelled, and the green tendons on his arms and the backs of his hands twisted, like small cyan snakes.

"Ninety-ninth afterimage!" Xiao Mu used the spiritual power in his body to finally condense the ninety-ninth afterimage. He was overjoyed, but at the same time, he was also anxious: could he condense into the hundredth remnant?

Liu Ying'er also saw God in a daze, he saw that Xiao Mu had entered the bottleneck, from ninety-seven afterimages to ninety-nine afterimages, it was already the extreme. If he can take the last step, Xiao Mu can successfully cultivate and successfully step on the ground without a trace, if he fails, then he will fall short and have to start from scratch.

At this moment, the ninety-nine afterimages swayed and flickered, as if they were about to disappear.

Liu Ying'er was very worried about Xiao Mu in her heart, if all the ninety-nine afterimages dissipated, it might cause huge backlash damage to Xiao Mu's body.

"Xiao Mu, you must come on!" she silently cheered for Xiao Mu in her heart.

Xiao Mu clenched his teeth, his teeth rattled, as if they were about to be crushed by him, and blood flowed out of his gums, down his mouth, and from his throat.

The appearance of blood stimulated the bloodiness in Xiao Mu's heart.

"The hundredth afterimage, come out for me!" Xiao Mu shouted violently, and a powerful spiritual power fluctuation suddenly surged out of his body, sweeping out like a surging tsunami.

Finally, in the ninety-ninth afterimage, a vague black ball appeared, and then, the black ball slowly expanded, changed, and finally formed the appearance of a human figure.

Xiao Mu breathed a sigh of relief, feeling that his whole body was a lot lighter, and he muttered: Haha, I finally conjured the hundredth afterimage, and I stepped on the ground without a trace, and I finally succeeded in cultivating.

Liu Ying'er covered her chest, she couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief in her heart, and at the same time, she also admired Xiao Mu very much, it was the first time she had seen such a tenacious and hard-working teenager. In Panqiao Town, I'm afraid there is no boy under the age of twenty who can win him.

Xiao Mu did a somersault and turned down, and those afterimages also turned down, like a dragon swinging its tail. With a wave of his right hand, he pointed at the afterimage behind him and said, "Disperse!"

The hundred afterimages, with a "bang", turned into a wisp of smoke and dust, and all dissipated, as if they had never appeared. (To be continued.) )