Chapter Forty-Three: Spiritual Changes, Enemy Prophets
Getting a top-level internal skill, even if there is no matching move, it is enough for Zhao Yang to be proud for a long time, he is confident that with his martial arts knowledge, to create many stunts suitable for this internal skill, maybe ten years, maybe twenty years, he can afford to spend it. But when I saw that the martial arts that I had worked so hard to cultivate were easily broken, the indifference in my heart was no longer maintainable. In this world, in addition to himself, only Mengjiao understands the Sunflower Demon Skill, and what he has to do is to kill all the people who know this technique except for himself, so that even if the internal strength is somewhat flawed, it will not become a means for others to deal with themselves, as for those dead acquired martial arts elders, there are themselves, there are great elders who are still in retreat, and it is not a problem to rebuild the Zhao family, they die as they deserve!
Luo Wei didn't know when, he had quietly slipped away. betrayed his master's family, no matter which of the two parties present wins, he has no good fruit to eat, it is better to take advantage of the chaos to slip away, from now on the world is big, let himself be roamed! After staying in the Zhao family for so long, the money saved is enough to spend. Xiao Chen and the girl in purple each held Dugu Lie's hand and asked about his injuries with concern.
The corner of Meng Jiao's eyes swept around, feeling countless information pouring into his mind, looking at Zhao Yang's crazy eyes, he suddenly felt that he seemed to understand everyone's hearts. The grievances of more than 20 acquired martial artists are completely digested and absorbed at this time, these are the benefits of becoming stronger, and they can perceive the changes of heaven and earth more closely, and everyone will emit a kind of brain wave when they are thinking, as long as their spirit is weaker than themselves, they can completely perceive each other's thoughts.
The right foot lifted and moved back a step, the entire upper body leaned back slightly, and just after completing this action, a sharp light flashed in front of him, tearing through the void with a cold wind, slashing in front of his eyes. Mengjiao's eyes were not shocked, relying on his right leg to support his body, and the silver light of his left toe swelled, and he gently tapped forward.
Zhao Yang looked at Mengjiao fiercely, he didn't care about the claws grasping the air, as a martial artist, he would not shake his body and mind because of the gains and losses of one move, what they needed was victory! At this moment, the toe containing the true qi of the wind system kicked the acupoint in his chest, and the fast-moving true qi in his body suffocated suddenly, and the body that was originally as fast as the wind stopped suddenly, like a puppet, and watched a fist full of black qi getting bigger and bigger in front of him.
"People kill the machine, the world repeats!"
A voice like a heaven and earth bell came out of Mengjiao's mouth, and the killing fist hit three inches in front of Zhao Yang's forehead, and a pink body shield that was difficult to distinguish with the naked eye fluctuated violently. It seemed like it could go away at any moment, but it persevered.
Blocking the impact of the fist, the murderous aura that can be attached to the fist is not something that the pure energy of true qi can block. They didn't stop moving, and they went directly into Zhao Yang's brain, making his ruthless eyes instantly become confused.
"Peerless miracles, mine! are all mine! bastards, give them back!"
Even in the hallucination, this guy is still thinking about the top martial arts. The top-level internal strength can make a strong person, and some of the moves that come with it can become a sign of a strong person. A top-level cheat book only allows people to learn the art of attack and killing, and without the corresponding true qi cooperation, it can't exert more power at all. The Wind God Leg and the Immortal Golden Body both belong to the top internal strength, one comes with a six-style leg method, and the other is closely related to the killing fist. Sunflower magic skills are also priceless, when he was forced to hand it over, Mengjiao excused himself for not getting all the money, and hid it for a while, and it was precisely because there was no corresponding exercise that the value of the magic skill was much lower, if it weren't for this, he would have died a long time ago without a place to be buried.
Wisps of black qi condensed in Zhao Yangmei's heart, constantly impacting his spiritual barrier, compared to Zhao Feng's early and mid-day martial artists, the peak of the day after tomorrow, this existence that is infinitely close to the innate realm, whether it is strength or spirit, is stronger, and Mengjiao's spirit is only comparable to the peak of the day after tomorrow, even if he absorbs a lot of grievances, he can't kill Zhao Yang with one blow.
Somehow, Meng Jiao always felt a chill rising in his heart, as if this killing punch comparable to a nirvana technique could not play a big role in Zhao Yang. This feeling is mysterious and mysterious, and it suddenly appears in my heart, without any basis, but Mengjiao believes that this feeling is absolutely impossible to be groundless. Thinking of this, he clenched his hands into fists and struck forward, the pink true qi barrier was like cowhide, although it was constantly trembling, it was as stable as ever, and there was no sign of breaking it.
"How many of you, are you here for a vacation, or are you here to fight?!"
Standing not far away, looking at Dugu Lie and the others who were attacking Mengjiao, hearing this, they couldn't help but blush, and rushed forward, and they all took out their own stunts, hitting the pink gas mask hard, watching them fluctuate, the color quickly dimmed, and several people showed a satisfied look in their eyes, just waiting to break the protection, make up for it, no matter how powerful you are, you can't avoid the fate of death!
Click~Click~Click~ClickClick~Click!
It is obviously an invisible and substantial true qi barrier, but at the moment of shattering, there is a sound of glass breaking, this true qi density is so strong that Meng Jiao, who only has three drops of liquid true qi, feels a fever on his face, he is strong, in terms of substance, it is still much worse than the real strong.
The fist smashed into the broken hole, and it was about to hit Zhao Yang's chest, but he opened his eyes at this moment, and at the critical moment, he successfully suppressed his resentment and sobered up! The whole person fell backwards like a boneless, after avoiding the edge of the fist, his waist twisted, and a cold and flickering embroidery needle shot out of his sleeve, and before Mengjiao could react, it stabbed him in the chest.
The pain came into his brain, his complexion turned from yellow to gold, and he stubbornly resisted the embroidery needle, not allowing it to move forward a little, Mengjiao quickly recalled the move that Zhao Yang had just dodged, twisted his waist according to the cat's drawing of the tiger, and leaned back so naturally, letting a wisp of cold light pass in front of his eyes, this is the same as the embroidery needle, which is tied by a long thread, but it is no wonder that he can send and receive it from the heart.
"How can you do this?" Zhao Yang asked, his hands kept moving, his five fingers swiped, and he used embroidery needles to force Dugu Lie and the others back. In his opinion, even if it is also the peak of the day after tomorrow, there are strong and weak points, and it is not too late to eliminate Mengjiao in killing the other party.
"How could I?" put his feet on the ground and quickly stepped back, there was no sadness or joy in Mengjiao's eyes, "If you see it, you will naturally learn it." ”