"The home advantage is in the body, twelve layers against twelve layers, the advantage is in me, I can win this wave!"

In just a few breaths, Dad Wang, who had already fought more than a dozen moves in a row with the unknown black-robed man in front of him, and even had been out of position several times in attack and defense, got the answer he wanted, and his heart was suddenly settled.

After all, the "black warriors" themselves are due to their own reasons, coupled with the Han Federation, as well as the continuous strangulation of civilian warriors. But almost all those who can show up in front of people and can still jump around are almost all capable of fighting against a few.

And if, the "black warrior" in front of him is not a "martial artist", but a "martial artist", then Wang Dad's side should not think about how to turn the tables, and the whole family will be neat and tidy.

The black warrior came to the door, even if this person didn't say anything, but Dad Wang could guess what he was planning to do when he came to his house!

In the past few decades, Dad Wang has never heard of a black warrior who came to the door, and there are still people who can still be alive afterwards!

Destroy the door!

Blood Sacrifice!

Cultivate magic skills!

Please the evil gods!

Dad Wang just thinks about it, and he can find more than a dozen or twenty ways to make his family into all kinds of tricks!

Especially his two small ones, they were born with an excellent martial arts qualification, which was simply the only sacrifice for blood sacrifice to the evil god and to please the evil spirit.

I don't know what will happen to the two of them if they fall into the hands of a black warrior who has no humanity!

"Such a wicked guest comes to the door, it can't be a door-to-door gift and an opportunity, specifically for himself to break through the realm of martial artists, right?"

But now it's different.

The dawn of "hope" has never been extinguished!

The martial arts cultivation of the "black warrior" in front of him is ...... Not as good as me!

After boasting that he had touched the bottom of the black-robed man in front of him, and knowing that he was not the kind he was completely invincible, Dad Wang's heart seemed to be moved away from a huge boulder in an instant, and his mind was unprecedentedly lively at this moment.

And the residual medicinal power of the "One Turn Baiyang Pill" that he had taken before was slowly making the final glow in his body at this moment.

Invisibly, it has pushed Wang Dad's cultivation to the twelfth layer of martial apprentices, the late stage, the peak, the limit, and the Great Perfection again, and then pushed it up a big step again!

Although it is still possible to break through to the realm of "martial artist", for a moment, Dad Wang felt that he could do it again.

"If I can get out of this crisis, I must immediately start preparing for the next breakthrough, I have a feeling that the next time I break through the realm of "martial artist", I will definitely be able to do it! ”

There has never been such a moment when Dad Wang felt so high-spirited.

Dad Wang, he used the palm of his hand as a sword, and learned the Jingkong sword move from the "Jingkong Vocational Higher School", and the move fell on the black-robed man in front of him.

Jingkong swordsmanship began to glow with a different kind of youthful vitality in his hands, and the moves were deadly, and the more he hit, the more he fought, the more he fought, like a petrel.

All kinds of sword moves, such as a hundred birds returning to their nests, but in the end, it was attributed to the first move he learned in Jingkong Academy, which was almost engraved in his DNA, and even if he had Alzheimer's, he would not forget it-

"Hummingbird"!

The light bee chirped, the bird traveled in the sky, and the sword move was like a light hummingbird turning across the sky at night, and a sword was against the shoulder of the black-robed man.

"Bang!"

The palm of his hand slashed firmly on the shoulder of the black-robed man, directly making him embarrassed and staggering.

In the next moment, he will be cut off by his own sword!

This sword—

So cheerful, so high-spirited, this is a beauty that Dad Wang couldn't imagine and experience in the previous forty or fifty years.

He, Wang Zhenjiang, has practiced martial arts every day since he was a child, and he has practiced diligently, but unfortunately his qualifications are not high, and he has practiced the most basic martial arts of the Han Federation for more than forty years, and he still can't break through.

was admitted to a university, but he was also ranked after the top 400, and he did not help himself much.

is nearly fifty years old, but he can only be a small self-employed farmer in the suburbs of the first- and third-level cities of the Han Federation.

has been passionate about martial arts all his life, although he has not cooled down so far, but in fact, even he doesn't think that he still has a chance to go up.

After all, it is always better to break through the martial arts realm sooner rather than later, and it is like walking on thin ice, but it is necessary to do things that are brave and diligent.

If you want to break through, you will already break through, why wait for the time when your blood is about to fail, and get stuck?

But now it's completely different.

With the "hummingbird" slashed down with a sword.

The "Mixed Yuan Qigong" in Wang's father's body operated in an unprecedented state, and the live wave almost directly returned to the state of his seventeen or eighteen years old, which was wanton!

The internal force of the mixed yuan once flourished, almost condensing into a force, sweeping away the dull and bloated decadent atmosphere of his own first forty or fifty years!

There is also a wisp of "true" qi that seems to open up a mixed element, and it seems to be absent before the world, which has begun to take shape!

The realm of "martial artist" that has been bothering him and hindering him for decades, like a moat, makes him unable to eat clearly, can't sleep at night, and is thinking about it in his dreams...... Breakthrough!!

"Die!!"

Once the realm was broken, from a "martial apprentice" to a "martial artist", the trickling internal force in the body was continuously transformed into a trickle of true qi, brazenly breaking through the obstacles of the twelve canons, and entering the eight veins of the strange scriptures.

Normally, the martial arts realm breaks through a big realm, no matter what, even if it is successful, it takes a few more days of meditation and condensation, or even more than ten days, so that he can adapt to the drastic changes in his body after the rapid transgression.

If you are ignorant during this time, if you are not careful, you may even cause the realm to fall, your cultivation will regress, and you may be seriously injured and incured!

But now that the enemy is present, how can Dad Wang withdraw and retreat?

This retreat will inevitably lead to endless troubles!

So at this moment, not only can he not retreat, but he must kill with one blow and directly erase the troubles!

Holding back the drastic changes that were taking place in his body, Dad Wang didn't prepare at all, just took a deep breath.

Immediately, in the palm of his hand, the true qi swept through, and the three-foot sword soared, as if there was really an invisible and qualitative divine weapon being held in his hand!

Jingkong Sword Technique, in an instant, the power is expanded tenfold!

"Sure enough...... No one knows how much I've taken on for this family...... I'm so hard~"

Under the black robe, Wang Li blinked, and when facing his father Wang Zhenjiang, who swung his sword for the first time after becoming a martial artist, he tilted his head slightly and dodged in a very contrived posture.

Then, as if no one was around, the power on his fingertips that was enough to shatter the atoms bombarded his father's meridians again, and in just an instant, the wisps of fine meridians on his father's body were directly repaired into the appearance of a teenager when he was seventeen or eighteen years old!

It's not Wang Lichui, just his hand speed of more than 300 times at this moment, just when his father was panting, he didn't know how many times he bombarded his father.

Outcome...... Dad, he didn't know at all!

Martial arts practice is like this, Wang Li himself doesn't know how to evaluate it.

All right...... Wang Li uses the requirements of a saint warrior to measure a martial artist, which is ...... It's too difficult for Wang's father.

ヽ(￣д￣; )ノ