Everyone has their own life, and everyone has their own obsession! Guo Jing, as a generation of heroes, fought in Mongolia from birth to death, and his spirit was naturally extremely tenacious. Impacted by his memory fragments, it was like being pierced through the heart by hundreds of millions of sharp arrows, and the pain continued to enter the brain, so that the nightmare Jiao, who was still muddy, suddenly woke up, and passively began to receive these memories, and even unconsciously, many people and things, martial arts essence were engraved by him in the depths of his soul, which is equivalent to copying a hard disk full of information into another blank hard disk, although the speed is slow, but once the copy is successful, the things added to the blank hard disk are equivalent to owning it and will never be lost!

Even if he had woken up, Mengjiao had no choice and immediately took over his body. He knows that everyone has their own secrets, and everyone's comprehension of martial arts is completely different, although they can be empowered and transmitted, and get the martial soul's exercise insights, but it is too much worse than today's memory inheritance. As a person who aspires to be a strong man, it is a must not waste any time and not waste any opportunity!

Guo Jing didn't know the situation in the sea, and immediately recovered after the middle-aged man retreated. Thinking that he only had ten minutes to spare, but he was still lamenting the past, he couldn't help but blush. A ray of essence shot out of his eyes, regardless of the distance, he poured it directly into it, and among the eyes of the middle-aged man who was looking here, the other party's eyes immediately became scattered, and his steps seemed to have drunk too much wine.

"For an acquired martial artist, it is really embarrassing to use the soul dementorship in the Nine Yin True Scripture!" Guo Jing muttered, taking advantage of the opponent's poor spirits, the dragon walked forward in a hurry, grabbed the claw with his right hand and grabbed it fiercely, and his left hand drew a half circle in front of his chest, gently pushed forward, and with a roar, a small silver dragon half a foot long shot out from his palm, and the eighteen palms of the dragon descended wide open and closed, although the power is amazing, the consumption is also very large, so it is positioned that unless the acquired peak, or the innate martial artist, it is difficult to exert all the power. During this period of time, a few seemingly simple moves have already exhausted the wind and thunder true qi in Mengjiao's body, even with the blessing of Guo Jing's innate spiritual power, absorbing the elements of heaven and earth with all his might, it is also a drop in the bucket for consumption, this has nothing to do with the personal realm, it is really the body of the early stage of the day after tomorrow, even if it is against the sky, it cannot be compared with the innate martial artist, the innate martial artist can absorb the outside world through every pore around the body, and the early stage of the day after tomorrow is at best only absorbing the elements of heaven and earth within a radius of ten meters, the two are like ants and elephants, there is no comparison at all。

The middle-aged man who came out of the battle group, his forehead was full of cold sweat, just now the true qi exploded with all his strength, and he had already injured the tendons and veins in his body, he wanted to defeat the enemy with one move, who would have thought that a young man who looked no more than fifteen or sixteen years old was so difficult, and now he hurt himself before hurting the enemy, even if he was the peak martial artist of the day after tomorrow, he couldn't hold on, turned around and called out to his companions, looking at the three figures, then he breathed a sigh of relief, turned his head to look at Guo Jing, ready to hold on for a while, so as to wait for his companions to help, who knew that at this juncture, Guo Jing used a soul technique, and he accidentally fell for a while, and immediately fell into the way。

Just like Dugu Lie said, the acquired martial artists are strong and weak, and the qualifications are also divided into three, six, nine, etc., the tendons and veins can instantly withstand the operation of one percent of the true qi in the dantian, which is called the ordinary physique, and reaching three percent is the best physique, and the fifth becomes a genius physique, the middle-aged man is not a genius, and there is naturally no shortage of drugs in the Zhao family, after tempering for a long time, the tendons and veins can withstand the explosion of forty percent true qi, and now ten percent of the true qi rushes out in one go, how can there be a reason not to be injured! That is, Mengjiao, the demon, no matter how much true qi he has, can withstand it, if this matter spreads, I am afraid that the glasses of the martial artists in the whole world will fall off!

"Nine Yin Divine Claw!"

"Stop!"

Guo Jing didn't think so much about other issues. Knowing that the possession time is limited, he can't wait to divide himself into eight petals, just now the distraction is already very undesirable, the most important thing now is to help the master of the black stone kill more enemies before leaving, so that even if he is besieged, he can remain undefeated. Thinking of this, he was three points faster, the Nine Yin Divine Claw hissed and cut through the air, and a few exclamations came from his ears, but he didn't care, he grabbed and twisted directly, and there was a crisp click, this acquired powerhouse who had been in the middle of his life for half his life and enjoyed his younger generations had finally come to the step of his life, and he didn't even make his last words, so he swallowed his breath completely.

"Damn, you dare to kill the patriarch of the next generation of my Zhao family, you deserve to die!"

The three figures that rushed from a distance were stopped by their opponents before they could reach here, and they fought together again. An old man wearing a crimson robe with blush on his cheeks rushed out of the Zhao family's children with angry shouts, and looked at Guo Jing's eyes, full of dead silence, as if he was looking at a dead man again, "Dare to kill the patriarch of the next generation of my Zhao family, how many heads do you have!" The old man swears that he will capture you, pick your skin and cramp and play with it fiercely, so as to avenge the death of the acting patriarch in your hands!"

"Who is this, such a strong cultivator! Hidden in the distance for so long, none of us have found any trace of him!" A big man who was fighting with the Zhao family attacked a few moves in a row to force the other party back, looking at the old man in the red robe and exclaimed, his strength has reached the middle of the day after tomorrow, and he can be regarded as a good hand here, so he is naturally qualified to say so.

"He is the Great Elder of the Zhao Family, Zhao Yizhi!, I just don't know, how did it become like this!" Zhou Xiong, the patriarch of the Zhou family, snorted coldly, looking indifferent, but only he knew how horrified he was in his heart when this Great Elder of the Zhao Family appeared, it was precisely because of this person that their major families had to submit to the Zhao family, following them in front of the saddle and behind the horse, this is an existence that is infinitely close to the innate martial artist, and it is the enemy that their major families dare not dream of!

Zhao Yizhi didn't care about other people's eyes, staring at Guo Jing, and the killing intent in his eyes was almost condensed into substance. He didn't care about Zhao Yang's death, that patriarch was just for his own use, and he had already been disagreeable! Before the arrival of the foreign enemy, he evacuated with a group of elite children of the family, and he had already made up his mind to pay attention to the two and not want to help. The middle-aged man who died was his biological son and the next patriarch of the Zhao family he designated!

After the Zhao family's base camp was wiped out, he took all the branches of the Zhao family under his banner with the power of thunder, and then forced them to possess the strong, obey the command of his son, and come to the Martial God Academy to take revenge. Nominally, he hated Zhao Yang's blood, but in fact he wanted to promote his son's prestige, as long as they could kill Dugu Lie and others, then immediately leave Suzhou and Hangzhou City, and go to other cities to develop incognito and slowly, with him, a half-step innate master, within ten years, he would definitely be able to return the Zhao family to glory, but now, his son is dead, and he feels that the goal he is striving for is gone!

"Bastard, you dare to do this!

Zhao Yizhi kept repeating this sentence, trembling all over. Hundreds of millions of thoughts in his heart, turned into remorse and gnawed at his heart, he hated himself, weishenme wanted to bring his only son here, and he wanted a white-haired person to send a black-haired person when he was old. I hate Guo Jing even more, if it weren't for him, how could his son die? Thinking of this, he didn't want to wait any longer, the five fingers of his right hand flexed up, popped out, and a two-finger-long embroidery needle buzzed and shot out, and under everyone's surprised gaze, it pierced Guo Jing's right arm, "Boy, you deserve to die!"