Zhongfu Liujia, good sticks, fine dark weapons, through the formation, Ming Imperial Birds, Xiao Ghost Dao, refining blood and qi, forging muscles and bones, long in alchemy, proficient in external cultivation. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

Those who don't know will think that if they are good at so much, can they still say that they are good at this?

The Liu family's mastery of many methods stems from the special exercises they practice—the useless Dafa.

The name of the exercise is useless, but no one really thinks that it is useless.

With this exercise, the Liu family has stood in Zhongfu for thousands of years without falling, which can be imagined the power of this exercise.

The first step in cultivating Dafa is called wisdom.

The mind is enlightened, and then the practice of other methods is a matter of course.

Compared to the power of other families' exercises, Dafa can really be said to be useless, but it can open up a broad road for cultivators, but it has never been possessed by any kind of exercise.

Because of the fact that Dafa is useless, almost all the disciples of the Liu family are all-rounders, and they can be said to be all-rounder.

The round-faced monk and Liu Qing are both geniuses from the Liu family, and they naturally cultivate Dafa to the extreme.

Tang Yu broke Liu Qing's six ghost black flags, and he sacrificed an ancient mirror, although it was only a heaven-level spirit treasure, under his skillful manipulation, Tang Yu was at a loss.

Tang Yu exchanged injuries for injuries before he repelled Liu Qing, and the round-faced monk over there attacked with a flying sword. When she hurriedly parried, Liu Qing also sacrificed the flying sword, and the two swords cooperated with each other, suppressing her so much that she couldn't return her hand, and after a while, she was left with several sword wounds, but because she was wearing a red dress, it was not so obvious.

The swordsmanship of the two of them is not worse than that of the Jianxi faction, and even with the subtlety, Tang Yu is even more surprised that the two of them are also good at combining swordsmanship, and they cooperate seamlessly, if they are sword cultivators, no one must doubt it.

Ten moves later, Tang Yu was hit by a sword in the shoulder, and blood splattered suddenly, dyeing her skirt even more vividly.

Tang Yu's face was pale, she hesitated for a moment, and dropped a drop of essence blood on the ordinary iron sword in her hand, and for a while her momentum rose again, coupled with the strange Dao method, she temporarily held on to the two of them.

The more they fought, the more solemn Tang Yu's face became. The two of the Liu family, not only good at swordsmanship, but also proficient in formation, the art of recall, the two of them do not plan to fight with Tang Yu, but one person feints and one person sneaks attack, wanting to consume Tang Yu, their breath is endless, and Tang Yu is already at the end of the strong crossbow, and it is not a matter of time before he is defeated.

Not far away, Zhen Fan fought against more than 60 monks, and the scene was even more shocking.

The monks surrounded Zhen Fan in the center, and the magic weapons were smashed out one after another, shining brightly and dazzlingly.

In the face of many attacks, Zhen Fan sneered coldly, he did not fall, and there were constantly monks flying out of the crowd, seriously injured and vomiting blood.

The only one who can compete with Zhen Fan is the four heroes of the High Underworld Sect, but Zhou Yu was seriously injured before, and when he joined forces with Zhen Fan and Liu Qing before, the four of them were hit hard, and when they joined forces at this time, they could only exert their strength at the slightest end, how could they pose the slightest threat to Zhen Fan.

The genius of Tianlinggen, just like his reputation, Zhen Fan at this time is like the supreme existence of all beings in the southeast region, any genius and strange talent, in front of him, their light has become dim, and can only become the background to set off Zhen Fan.

"The High Immortal Sect, the first sect of the Southeast Cultivation True Domain, how did you come out of a few of you who have become famous!" Zhen Fan had a hideous face, holding the Blue Devil Blade in his hand, and walked towards Zhou Yu step by step, smiling cruelly.

In Zhou Yu's eyes, Zhen Fan, who was covered in blood, was undoubtedly a pervert and a madman, he collapsed to the ground, angry and speechless, only Queen Cang retreated.

The rest of the people of the High Underworld Sect ignited their fighting intent with anger, and rushed towards Zhen Fan desperately, pouring all their spiritual power into stopping Zhen Fan.

However, under the many attacks, Zhen Fan still turned a deaf ear, the Blue Devil blade was raised high, and then pierced Zhou Yu's heart with a knife.

The first day of the High Underworld Sect, the man with the highest prestige in the alliance, with this knife, no longer exists. Until his death, Zhou Healed was unwilling, his eyes widened, the fear in it had not subsided, and the person had already gone first.

The attack that the High Underworld Sect sacrificed his life to stop only then fell, and Zhen Fan's eyes squinted at the crowd, which was a disdainful ridicule.

"Ignorant bugs!"

Zhen Fan stood still, all the attacks failed to fall on him, as if he had fallen into something soft, and it was difficult to advance an inch, this was a wonderful Dao method, which came from the Heavenly Dao Rubbing.

These people couldn't even break Zhen Fan's Dao Law, how could they hurt him in the slightest, how could any of the blood he had all over his body be his own, it was clearly a trace left by the torture and killing of the enemy.

As Zhen Fan's eyes widened suddenly, the invisible Dao method spread out, and the magical power shook everyone out.

"Rest assured, he is only the first, and you will all taste death, because in our plan, there will be no living people going out. Zhen Fan wiped the blood on the Blue Devil's blade with his index finger, and the knife surface was as white as a mirror, reflecting his handsome face clearly.

"The Taoist friends outside have already gone before you, and if you don't go on the road at this time, I'm afraid that you won't be able to find your former friends under the Yellow Spring. Zhen Fan put the knife across his chest, bloodthirsty as a demon.

In the purple mist space, Lin Yu sat with his eyes closed, his forehead full of sweat.

The surrounding purple mist was not as dense as it seemed from the outside, but the arcs as thick as spatial fingers were everywhere, making the entire phantom fog space clear from time to time.

On a closer look, the space where Lin Yu was located was the densest arc, and sometimes there were hundreds of arcs as soon as they appeared, like a net, enveloping him in it.

Cultivating to a certain realm, there is a saying of crossing the thunder tribulation, even if it is that realm, it is still dangerous, Lin Yu is just refining qi and cultivating, although these arcs and thunder and lightning from the sky are also different from cloud and mud, but they are also the power of thunder and lightning, the most tyrannical and powerful power between heaven and earth.

If an ordinary disciple enters the minefield, most of them will not be able to escape, if they enter the place where Lin Yu is, they must not be able to hold on for a moment, but fortunately, Lin Yu has gone through nine times of soul extraction, and he is much stronger than ordinary monks, so he can support it hard.

In the first nine spirit extractions, Lin Yu became more and more relaxed the further he went, not that he became stronger and easier, but that his endurance continued to break through and became numb. But at this time, in the face of the power of thunder and lightning, Lin Yu gritted his teeth fiercely, showing a painful look on his face.

However, he didn't snort, he was only thinking about the method of extracting spirits, and there were people waiting for him outside, so this was an unprecedentedly powerful moment in his heart, and he couldn't lose.

There is only a broken instrument, but there is no such thing as a broken instrument.

There was a scabbard in front of Lin Yu, an ordinary black scabbard, under the tempering of thunder and lightning, it floated in the air, constantly trembling, just like Lin Yu in the "tribulation", enduring the torment.

The battlefield outside is also gradually coming to an end.

Under Zhen Fan's slaughter, only more than thirty Alliance monks survived.

Tang Yu struggled to support the battle with the two Qi Refining Eighth-Layer Cultivators, she was already seriously injured, her aura was almost exhausted, and there was no blood on her face, and with every attack from the other party, there would be one more scar on her body.

The girl's eyes are still like a torch, still as bright and transparent as before, confident and unreckless, but it is inevitable that she will be a little tired, in front of her is the purple electric phantom fog space, looking at the silent space, the sword in her hand trembled across her chest.

"Die!"

Just when Tang Yu was bent on defending against the attack of the two Liu families, there was a surprise from behind him, it turned out that Zhen Fan had vacated his means and attacked.

Tang Yu, who had already taken care of it, could hardly parry the sneak attack from the Supreme Treasure, she turned around in shock, and could only let the Blue Devil Blade continue to grow bigger and approach her.

Thorn -

It was the sound of a knife piercing through her body, blood running down her skirt, and she reached out to touch the hot blood, and her heart felt like she had fallen into the abyss.

And the knife penetrated not Tang Yu's body, but a teenager.

The young man looked ordinary, the young man talked to her all the way, and at this moment the young man protected her and blocked a sword for her with his life.