The nine products and eighteen realms that martial artists must go through to practice, layer by layer, no matter which realm, even if they are highly talented, they can't be lazy, especially when the next three grades are building a foundation, even more so, even if they have awakened the heaven-given martial arts when they are young, Lu Cun Xingjun, who is proficient in the art of controlling sand, is no exception, and it is customary to defeat the enemy at a distance, but when it comes to close combat, he is by no means weaker than others!

Under the manipulation of the art of controlling the sand, it seems that there is no trace of strength in the hands of Lu Cun Xingjun, but in fact, it weighs more than thousands of catties, even Yang Xing does not dare to face its edge.

The blue-eyed Lu Cun held the golden horse chopping knife in his hand, and slashed it down, but after losing the drag of the heavy golden sand, Yang Xing, who had regained his agility, flashed to Lu Cun's side with a sliding step, knowing that the other party had a very powerful imperial method, he did not choose to waste this opportunity to unload the opponent's blade, but directly punched Lu Cun's temple.

But I didn't want to, this punch fell, even though it was powerful and heavy, domineering and strong, but it still only hit a ball of sand and suddenly exploded, and it was fruitless, and Lu Cun imprinted a backhand palm on Yang Xing's chest, the latter held his breath and concentrated, an orange true qi cover covered the surface of his body, and he forcibly blocked the blow, but he still took a few steps back.

Seeing this, Blue-eyed Er Lucun couldn't help but shake his head slightly, and said in an extremely disdainful tone: "I thought you were some kind of great master, but I never thought that you didn't even know the root cause of our three-rank martial artists' strength. ”

He stretched out his right arm, and the mass of golden sand changed with his thoughts, sometimes condensed, sometimes scattered, scattered and impermanent, moving with his heart, his expression was proud, but his tone was very flat.

"No matter how fast you punch, how can you keep up with the speed of the change of divine consciousness in this seat, even if you stand here and let you fight for a day, you can't hurt me in the slightest. ”

Martial artists refine the body under the three grades, focus on the tempering of the body, the fists and feet can be comparable to the sword, the middle three grades of refining qi, can release the true qi to hurt the enemy, and the upper three grades of refining the gods, you can do the body at will, the mind moves with the gods, the nine grades are threefold, completely different, and the gap is like a moat.

For example, swordsmen like Shen Jianxin and Pei Min, once they break through to the upper third grade, with the recitation of the imperial sword, the speed of the sword is at least a hundred times that of the qi sword, just ask how many people in this heaven and earth can react, this is the real power of the upper third grade martial artist.

The reason why Lu Cun looks down on this bald man Yang Xing is because this person is obviously a third-grade martial artist, but he doesn't even understand such the most basic truth, even if he is fast, no matter how fast he punches, he has no time to use the divine will to make Jinsha generate a sand shield defense, the difference is nothing more than how much Jinsha he can condense in such an instant, but if the other party is still only to this extent, he dares to say that even if he stands still, the other party will not be able to hurt himself.

When Yang Xing heard this, he couldn't help but take a deep breath, knowing that the other party was the strongest opponent he had ever met in his life, and this battle might not be pleased.

Indeed, as the other party just said, he is limited by the rank of peerless and is not good at the method of imperial objects, so he can still only defeat the enemy by brute force, which may work in the past, but once he encounters such a top master, he will be stretched.

Yang Xing lowered his head and looked at his hands.

Thinking back to the first half of his life, because his temperament was too irritable, and he didn't know how to restrain himself, he had made a lot of killings, and finally caused the tragic death of his relatives.

He also often thinks that a wicked person like himself, how can he live in this world, and when he sees this blue eye today, he understands that all cause and effect have a fixed number, and now is the time to repay this last debt himself!

Yang Xing gritted his teeth and began to urge his cultivation with all his might, not only that, but he even began to take the initiative to burn the essence blood in his body, transforming it into infinite true qi, and the scorching incomparably hot battle intent directly swept away the remaining cold qi around him!

This is the life-fighting move of a three-rank martial artist, Lu Cun, one of the Seven Star Monarchs of the Dignified True Martial Palace, and he did not dare to despise it, but he did not take it on the defensive, but spread his hands, and the infinite golden sand condensed, and suddenly turned into hundreds of golden flying swords, and with his finger with one hand, he all stabbed towards Yang Xing.

"Burn my blood, destroy my life, where righteousness lies, and die without regrets!"

Yang Xing chanted aloud, his eyes flashing with a decisive light, and the essence blood in his body began to burn frantically under the urging of his divine will, and the power contained in it even dyed the original orange body protection shield with a layer of dazzling blood.

His originally strong body like a fine ox began to shrink gradually, like a tree withered due to excessive lack of water, his bronzed skin was rapidly darkening and hollowing, and the flesh and blood underneath gradually dissipated until the muscles and bones were visible.

But what followed was the rising momentum and rainbow light on Yang Xing's body, just because he couldn't control his own strength, and the afterglow that overflowed forced Wuxin and Zhao Jin and the others to quickly lead people to retreat, so as not to be accidentally injured by him.

"Whoever commits the Medicine King Valley will be killed!"

As he roared to the sky, dozens of orange-red figures suddenly flew out of his body, it was a martial arts clone formed by the condensation of his divine intent and strong true qi by his divine intent, and as soon as it appeared, it quickly killed the surrounding True Martial Palace.

It turned out that he not only wanted to defeat this blue-eyed and green-haired True Martial Palace, but also wanted to kill all the True Martial Palace people who came in one fell swoop!

After the momentum on his body finally accumulated to the peak, Yang Xing punched out, and his whole body walked away with the punch, the orange-red true qi on his body bloomed, and his light was so prosperous that it was like the coming of the sun, illuminating the eyes of the people around him, and he didn't dare to look at it anymore, and the rest of the figures flying out of his body also punched in unison, and the targets were all people from the True Martial Palace!

Seeing this, he immediately snorted lightly, pushed forward with both hands, and there was a cold hurricane as big as a house wrapped in fine ice crystals condensed by the frost and moon cold qi rolled forward, and Zhao Jin beside him also followed closely, pinching the sword fingers in his hand, and translucent flames flew out, quickly strangling those orange-red figures, this was the Nanming Lihuo who had shown his might in Chang'an City, and the other people of the True Martial Palace also hurriedly used their own means to stop those orange-red figures.

In order to repay the favor of the medicine king Gu, he did not hesitate to burn his own essence and blood, consume his own life, and fight the hundred people of the True Martial Palace alone with the strength of one person, what a heroic spirit this is, only this battle, this person can be called a true hero!

Looking at the front again, although there are hundreds of flying swords condensed by golden sand, but only half a foot outside its body has been melted by the scorching true qi shield, probably the hottest thing in this world is neither the Nanming Lihuo that can suppress all evils, nor the Burning World Demon Flame with the power of burning the world, but the blood in the hearts of such people who sacrifice their lives and forget to die!

These priceless and extremely difficult to refine treasures were completely destroyed because of this, but the blue-eyed Erlu Cun's face could not see the slightest distress, or at this moment, he had no time to feel sorry for the treasures anymore.

There was no way to avoid it, Lu Cun's divine will moved, and the remaining small ball of golden sand was all gathered, not to mention, even the ordinary gravel under his feet was urged by it, mixed with the golden sand, and stormed forward, vowing to stop this person!

Yang Xing passed all the way, and his whole body became more and more shrunken and rickety, but after a few breaths, he no longer looked like a human form at all, only the right fist that was stretched out was still as straight as a sword, and the fist intent on his body rose again, and he had jumped in front of Lu Cun Xingjun.

"You're going to die with someone!"

The punch that had exhausted the essence blood of a third-rank martial artist finally fell, and in the end, the fist that had been completely wrapped in a layer of blood-colored light collided with the sand waterfall in front of him, and suddenly made an earth-shattering loud noise!

The sand waterfall exploded, and the aftermath of the collision between the two alone bulldozed the surrounding houses and buried them by the sand, and I don't know how many people in the town suffered because of this, which was not Yang Xing's original intention, but there was nothing to be done.

At the same time, there was also a series of loud noises from the rear, facing a three-rank martial artist who gave up his life to fight for his life, even if the main target was not them, even if it was just a martial arts clone from the illusion of a punch, and with the protection of Zhao Jin and others, many people still suffered internal injuries because of this, kneeling on the ground, vomiting blood.

With a wave of his hand, an ice storm blew away the obstructive smoke and dust around him, and when the smoke and dust finally cleared, everyone looked up, only to see that Yang Xing's shrunken body had been pierced by sharp sand spears, and it was just in the air.

Directly below the sand pillar, his face was covered with blood, not to mention, even his favorite green robe had become tattered, and Lu Cun Xingjun, who had no image at all, was furious in a pair of blue eyes, he wiped his mouth, looked down at the dirty blood in his hands, and raised his head to look at Yang Xing, who had lost the power to resist, and gritted his teeth and said: "Since you want to die, then this seat will fulfill you!"

After that, the sand around him was like a living thing, and began to drill into Yang Xing's mouth and nose, looking like that, it was actually going to suffocate him alive, everyone felt cold in their hearts, but they saw that Lu Cun's whole person suddenly flew out, and the sand pillars that trapped Yang Xing also collapsed after losing their divine control, turning back to the original soft sand grains.

Yang Xing's mouth was full of mud and sand, his expression was in a trance, and he fell from the air weakly, but he was caught by a person at the bottom, who knew that the person did not stand firmly, but was pressed to the ground by Yang Xing, and he couldn't stand up, so he could only helplessly stretch out his hand and shout with a sad face.

"Brother Li, save me. ”