Monk fighting is like playing table tennis, sometimes you can serve and kill, sometimes it will form a tug-of-war, and what tactics you choose will depend on your own level and the level of your opponent. Against an unfamiliar opponent, you will first use a few rounds to test the opponent's level, and everyone says that this is not the case.

Can't stop it! Can't cut it off! Can't break it!

In the face of a blow that can be called the pinnacle, how can it be helpless?

Naturally, it's a tough battle against his mother!

If you can't beat it, you have to wait to be killed? There has never been such a thing.

Those two words have nothing to do with peace talks, and he has never been such a negative person. No matter how dangerous he is, no matter how strong the enemy is, it can't stop his fighting spirit that has never penetrated into the bone marrow, as well as his strong desire to survive.

The desire to survive is not a derogatory term, he has experienced countless life and death in his previous life, and he understands a truth: only by living can he have the opportunity to protect all the people and things he wants to protect.

Tan Weiran's face was as pale as iron, and he did not move, and naturally circulated a resolute atmosphere. An indestructible fighting spirit in his chest has burned like a raging fire, as if spreading the temperature throughout his body, and every inch of muscle seems to have turned into a hundred refined steel.

The strength of the body is condensing, the real air in the dantian is turning, the agitated energy is blowing out from every pore of Tan Weiran, and the clothes are like hunting in the wind.

He has brewed the will to fight, and his body and mind are ready to go!

Even though this move is incomparable, if you want to shock and hit his heart, you can't.

No matter when and where, when it is time to fight a tough battle, he is never afraid to fight, no matter what is thirty-seven twenty-one, he takes out all his skills to fight!

Kill a bloody one, kill a corpse into a mound, and fight hard to find a way to survive!

Gaze at the roaring dragon. The burning sword seemed to burn the sky red, and it seemed to burn the space to penetrate.

At the moment of lightning, Tan Weiran's thoughts were extremely clear, and he turned out countless ways to deal with them, and vetoed them one by one in a blink of an eye. Exhale slowly after the last breath. At this time, he was clear that in the face of such a terrifying blow, only a move at the bottom of the box might be able to deal with it!

"Cloud Seal Piercing Technique!"

It was like a light shining in Tan Weiran's eyes, a brilliant and fierce light full of murderous intent. Taking a slight step back, the other person disappeared as if he had never existed.

This is the same as the "Heavenly Machine Distortion Technique", which is his stunt at the bottom of the box, and it is more cautious than the secret techniques such as the Qinglian Breath Technique. To date, very few people know that he has supernatural powers.

Anything that can be handled. It's not absolutely life-threatening, and he never uses his powers in the crowd, just because he knows one thing.

The so-called bottom of the pressure box is not necessarily the most powerful, but it must be the most secretive.

In fact, it was right to talk about it. It is precisely because of his usual approach that he brings secrecy and suddenness to his hole cards. Otherwise, if you usually play your hole cards with a big grin. Being foreseen, not only is there no suddenness at this time. It is also possible to be specifically restrained in design.

When he turned over and disappeared, Uncle Chang was stunned for a moment, and then he caught that wisp of divine soul breath, and a huge wave stirred in his heart: "Magical Technique!?"

At the same time, Tan Weiran quietly appeared behind Uncle Chang like a ghost, and gathered his mind. Twist and smash like a ghostly close attack.

With a blow from his fist, a fluctuating and dull thunder rolled in the air, and the power of his fist and body exploded.

"If you want to sneak attack me, no way, no one can sneak attack me!" Uncle Chang laughed wildly. With his divine thoughts, he swept wildly, and discovered Tan Weiran's whereabouts in an instant.

The soaring dragon sent out a flood of flames, scorching the earth into crystalline shapes, suddenly emitting a dragon-like whistling sound, and the most jaw-dropping turn in the air burned the entire sky red. Laughing wildly, it was even more whirling over the wasteland one after another, with a kind of pride.

"Not good!" Tan Weiran's face sank, Uncle Chang had this knife that was countless more flexible than he imagined, and he could still temporarily change his moves under such circumstances, which was incredibly flexible.

However, in a hurry, Tan Ran wanted to retreat again, or perform the Cloud Seal Piercing Technique again, but it was too late, and the huge exploding fire dragon was already unstoppable!

He didn't know that Uncle Chang had lived for eight or nine hundred years, and the last thing he was afraid of was a sneak attack from behind, but he often used this to lay traps to counterattack and kill others. Not because of the golden body and inner armor, but because of his sword, it is like talking about the five elements dragon claw hand, the power is mediocre, but the change power in battle is very amazing.

It is precisely because of the mediocre power of this sword that Uncle Chang has the talent to rack his brains and try his best to get a unique fire secret technique, so as to multiply the power.

If these two moves are separated and used separately, it is just an ordinary blow in the later stage of Shen Zhao, and with the strong defense of the ten-fold golden body, even if it can't be broken, there is still a great hope to resist it.

However, with the cooperation of the exercise, the power faintly chased the middle stage of the void.

Before the vigorous punch collided, a wisp of solemnity and a trace of coldness flashed in Tan Weiran's eyes at the same time.

Boom! The waves of fire swept in all directions in an instant, setting everything on fire and burning everything.

The entire wasteland in the B-shaped room was completely burned by the jumping and boiling flames, like flying fire meteors in the sky, which continued to roar and fall, and it seemed that the entire wasteland was about to be burned to ashes.

Now, he has cut off such a future henchman for the sect in advance!

There was a trace of indescribable happiness in his heart, and Uncle Chang didn't notice that a figure in the monstrous flames was like a fish shuttling and surging, like a swimmer.

A faint purple color was almost imperceptibly mixed in the firelight......

In an instant, the fire dragon dissipated wrapped in flames, leaving behind a terrifying ruin that was pitch-black like a ghost.

Uncle Chang opened his mouth and just let out a satisfied wild laugh, and the laughter stopped abruptly, and suddenly he couldn't laugh.

The conversation is gone!

Even if he was cut to ashes by his uncle Chang, what about the ashes?

There are no ashes, no figures, only ...... When Uncle Chang suddenly looked back, he only saw purple, and his eyes were all purple, filling his eyes and trembling body. Frightened Mind:

"Talk about it!"

Like a fish, the figure of a fish leaping out of a space silently seems to be talking. Although he was burned with knife wounds everywhere, the blood was dripping and it looked hideous, and it was obvious that the injuries were not light.

"Impossible!" Uncle Chang doubted what he had seen and heard for the first time, and he was confident that no one in the Spirit Journey Realm could catch his sword, not in the middle of the Spirit Tour. In the later stage, he couldn't do the same: "Unless he is not in the Spirit Journey Realm, is this kid really hiding his cultivation?"

A blow comparable to the middle stage of breaking the void is a crushing force for the Spirit Wandering Realm, and there should not be suspense.

The answer to Uncle Chang is a fierce and manic thunder and lightning sword spirit!

A thick thunderbolt, writhing with a mysterious and noble purple, unleashed the most extreme thunderbolt sword spirit, forming the most domineering side.

One trick is out. If you don't win, you lose!

It is precisely because of this extreme that the Nine Tribulations Thunder Yin has deduced this domineering, this peak of strong power.

The sword spirit came in an instant, and Uncle Chang had a mouthful of blood just surging up his throat, and he vaguely felt that the sword technique was familiar, but he couldn't think of it, and his face had turned blue: "Another kind of sword spirit?

Doesn't this mean that the talk in front of me has condensed the essence of the three disciplines. And the third spirit. It's sixty percent of the sword spirit!

This kind of understanding...... It's simply not human!

Just thinking about it almost made Uncle Chang's heart stop.

This time it was no better than the previous encounters. Now it's a narrow road to meet the brave to win, you must fight hard, you must fight a way out, two can only live one fight!

Tan Weiran no longer has the slightest reservation, and as soon as he aims at the opportunity, he is the strongest sixty percent sword spirit.

Uncle Chang was added by thunder and lightning, and the taste of paralysis penetrated from the skin under the skin. and even the internal organs, but there was a sneer. Sixty percent of the sword spirit is very terrifying, even if he has lived for nearly nine hundred years, he has only condensed fifty percent of the sword spirit.

However, he lived for so many years. I don't have any other skills, at least my ability to survive is not bad.

A flame-like golden body just surged up, resisting the thunder and lightning sword. Uncle Chang smiled cruelly and was about to make another move: "Sixty percent sword spirit, very good, you are really my Mingxin Sect's henchman, and it is not in vain that the old man spent his efforts to kill you today." The old man is curious, how do you take the previous ......?"

Seeing this scene, Tan Weiran smiled, bloomed with an incomparably bright smile, and said with a spring thunder: "Finally confirmed your weakness!"

With the last word, a blue light shot out.

Weaknesses? Do you have any weaknesses, and you still have to be reminded by others? While Uncle Chang sneered silently, he saw a crystal clear, pure green lotus without a trace of impurities penetrate his golden body.

It's completely overwhelming!

Seventh Order! Master Killing Secret Technique! Uncle Chang is like falling into an ice cave, his body is cold, and his spirit is in a trance. No one can practice the secret art to such an extent at this age, absolutely shouldn't, absolutely can't do it!

The blue lotus is crystal clear and extraordinarily beautiful, exuding a pure scent like ice crystals, which is simply mesmerizing.

It wasn't until the green lotus bloomed, and the six petals flew one after another, sharper than the blade, that the other side of beauty was revealed. They burrow into their bodies and twist them around, grinding them into a pulp.

The heart-like pain spread to Uncle Chang's whole body, and a spiritual light struck him, making him suddenly remember in the pain: he had walked all the way from the space corridor, his inner armor was broken, and his golden body had consumed a lot of energy, less than half of his heyday......

If he faced a powerful opponent, of course, he Uncle Chang would catalyze a drop of essence blood to return the golden body to its peak state as soon as possible. However, if it is an opponent who does not pose a mortal threat, no one will waste this drop of blood.

A young monk who showed thirty percent fist spirit, one percent sword spirit, and a sixth-order golden body, of course, was a genius. However, none of the gods would find this a threat in the later stages.

Tan Weiran's eyes were like iron, and he suddenly cracked his mouth and smiled: "Xie Lu Xie, thank you for helping me find Zong Changkong!"

Uncle Chang, who was secretly catalyzing the essence blood to frantically replenish the golden body, suddenly raised his head, he knew what this meant, his eyes were full of madness and defeat, and he roared out the last syllable: "No ......"

The voice stopped abruptly, only because another ray of blue light appeared silently and disappeared into Uncle Chang's head.

Then, explode!(To be continued......)