"Boom!"

The giant knife slashed down, and a huge roar rippled out. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

Su Cheng, who was directly smashed into the ground, was hit hard, spitting blood, and standing with a knife, half of his body fell into the dirt at this moment, but fortunately, the magic rock surrounding Su Cheng had not been completely shattered, so Su Cheng was able to continue to stand here.

"Not bad, not bad, really good, with such means and strength, you do have the qualifications to participate in the Great Competition of Foreign Sects!"

Walking into Su Cheng, he then lightly held the handle of the giant knife, lifted the giant knife with one hand, and resisted it on his shoulder, Zhao Wude's body was small enough against the background of the giant knife, but it was such a small person, but it had unimaginable power.

Unfortunately, Sioux City is under such power.

But luckily, Sioux City survived again.

"I said it!"

The spell rock just now had actually exhausted the last trace of excess spiritual power in Su Cheng's body, and under such a fact, Su Cheng would either release what he had just hidden, or wait for the third blow, or death would come!

Raising his head slightly, Su Cheng looked at Zhao Wude, and some smiles appeared on the corner of his mouth, "I said, give me three years, and slaughter you like a dog!"

"Whoa!"

The long knife jumped suddenly, and the blade was pointed straight at Sioux City.

The moment Su Cheng's words fell, Zhao Wude, who seemed to be already enraged, put the giant knife in front of Su Cheng, no more than a finger's width from Su Cheng's nose, but stopped alive.

"Good!"

The giant knife was retracted, bringing a gust of wind and waves, Zhao Wude took back the long knife and looked at Su Cheng with a slight contempt, "Three years?"

With two sneers, the giant knife suddenly turned sideways and went straight to Su Cheng!

"Bang!"

Because of such a huge force, the body was pulled out and flew out, breaking more than a dozen old trees.

Pain, pain, pain!

Around Su Cheng's body, the magic rock has not completely disappeared, and under this final blow, the magic rock has been completely shattered, without any protection state, and the body has also been severely damaged, Su Cheng's eyes have a trace of unwilling flickering, but it was forcibly suppressed.

"Su Cheng, borrow your head for three years, and after three years, I'll take it!"

The giant knife disappeared, and Zhao Wude left with his hands behind his back, but people who were familiar with Zhao Wude suddenly seemed to understand the reason why Zhao Wude did not kill after seeing Zhao Wude's somewhat solemn expression.

Fear of the sect's investigation is secondary, and the most important thing is that Zhao Wude wants to use Su Cheng as a whetstone.

That's right, it's a whetstone.

The fact that Su Cheng's strength has increased by leaps and bounds is obvious to all, and everyone also believes that Su Cheng's future path will become more long-term, especially the existence of that legend, maybe Su Cheng will be the master of the entire Sword Sect in the future.

But despite knowing this fact, Zhao Wude still did not kill this henchman immediately, but chose to let Su Cheng continue to walk.

Because Su Cheng continued to make progress after that, he Zhao Wude had enough pressure and was able to continue to surpass.

The decision just made was not made by Zhao Wude as a disciple of the Seventh Peak, nor as a disciple of the Tyrant Sword Sect, but as a decision made by himself as Zhao Wude.

Su Cheng understands such a decision, and admires Zhao Wude's strategy, but he will not accept it!

He, Sioux City, was actually used as a whetstone!

"Ahem!"

A little angry, but then a violent cough forced Su Cheng to temporarily give up the anger, and the corners of his mouth overflowed with blood beads from the violent coughing.

In the first battle, Su Cheng was hit hard, and his internal organs were shattered, if it weren't for the fact that Su Cheng had experienced the baptism of purple thunder, this serious injury alone would be enough for Su Cheng to be buried in the Yellow Spring.

However, when Su Cheng wiped the blood beads from the corners of his mouth, a little purple light appeared on the corner of his mouth.

The power of purple thunder!

The nine spirits are operational, the body surface of Sioux City, and the spiritual power is gathered.

But this time of cultivation, Su Cheng didn't come because of these spiritual powers!

In the body, the spiritual power suddenly exploded, and there was a sign of breaking through Su Cheng's body, but Su Cheng, who had been prepared for a long time, directly suppressed such a spiritual power.

But even if most of the spiritual power aura was suppressed, a small part still overflowed.

"Shh

Purple arcs of lightning continued to flicker on Su Cheng's body, and Su Cheng's face already had a hideous look the moment the purple thunder appeared.

The power of the purple thunder this time was far more violent than the last time, and the pain that Su Cheng endured was much stronger than the last time, but ...... The benefits of Sioux City must have been several times greater than the last time.

Time passed, and after the purple arc stayed on Su Cheng's body for a short time, it was deliberately pressed back into Su Cheng's body!

His eyebrows twitched a few times, showing the pain he was suffering, but soon Su Cheng fell back into a state of cultivation.

Although Su Cheng actually knows that this place is not suitable for his cultivation at all, after all, it is still within the Great Rivalry of the Outer Sect, and someone may find him at any time, once he encounters such a thing, Su Cheng will definitely fall into absolute passivity.

But so what?

I never thought that Zhao Wude would have the thunder, and it was still so pure within the thunder, all in the first contact, Su Cheng was still a little stunned, but when the purple thunder attacked, the northern knife almost subconsciously absorbed the purple thunder, and even stuffed it all into Su Cheng's body.

In the depths of the battle, how could Su Cheng have time to care about the purple thunder that he had been thinking about for a long time, so he directly divided most of his spiritual power and forcibly suppressed the purple thunder.

Such a fact also led to the result that Sioux City was almost unable to fight back.

And now, Zhao Wude is far away, and the stone giant is too far away, and at this moment, all the monks should have gathered at the place of the mountain peak.

Sioux City also wants to go, but I really can't travel far!

In the state just now, once Su Cheng made such a decision, the purple thunder in his body might riot after a short time, and he couldn't stop when he wanted to.

That's why Su Cheng is immersed in cultivation at this moment.

Time flies, I don't know how much time has passed!

The illusion is still the illusion, the sun and the moon have never alternated, and I don't know when, Su Cheng suddenly opened his eyes, and a trace of purple thunder flashed in his eyes.

The purple thunder has been absorbed by his own body, and with the foundation of the last time, Su Cheng's absorption of the purple thunder is absolutely thorough, and this time there is no more intense pain, but ......

The corners of his mouth curled up in an arc, Su Cheng held the northern knife, and his legs exerted force, rushing towards the mountain peak.