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Zhuang Wudao only felt that his breath was suffocated, and it was difficult to continue. The hair on his body was about to burn, but there were still more than 400 red butterflies around him, circling and dancing around him.

This is the magic of the spiritual law? Although it is not as imposing as Beitang Wan'er's Hundred Cracks and Thousand Blades, it is even more difficult and impossible to resist!

Zhuang Wudao knew that at this moment, as long as thirty or fifty fire butterflies landed on his body, he would definitely die of flames. But he was helpless and had nothing to do!

When there is a magnetic element body, you may be able to resist it. However, at this moment, Zhuang Wudao has no way in his memory, any boxing skills can help him get rid of this difficulty!

Do you really want to die here?

I wanted to ask the sword spirit for help, but this 'Yun'er', who usually made him turn danger into danger and safety, seemed to be non-existent, not only did she lose her voice in his mind. Even behind his back, there is no such burning feeling.

The temperature around the body is getting hotter and hotter. The clothes in the inner armor also spontaneously combusted one by one.

Zhuang Wudao was forced, trying his best to suppress the fear and anxiety that surged in his chest, and maintained the remaining bit of calm and self-control.

I don't know if it's because it's too hot, the qi and blood are surging and rushing, and it's even more turbulent and surging!

An incomparably strong obsession suddenly rose in his heart - that person is not dead, has not been retributed, and is still living freely in the world, how can he die like this?

His original intention of learning martial arts was to steal and kill people, but also to embark on the path of cultivation. For more than ten years, he has never forgotten one day, and he will remember it forever!

He wants the man to repent of his mistakes, and to bow his head in front of his mother's grave, so that his mother can finally turn her eyes away and die without hatred.

If this great wish is not fulfilled, how can I die at the hands of this person?

Unwilling to resent, full of heart. At this time, under Zhuang Wudao's left rib, it suddenly exploded. Almost all the qi and blood in his whole body were extracted and absorbed. It pulsates constantly, as if another heart is being generated.

In Zhuang Wudao's mind, it was as if it was shattered and exploded, and there was a roar. Countless memories poured out, making it difficult for him to hold himself.

There are pictures of him practicing martial arts and boxing, and there are scenes of his mother dying of illness. There are images of fierce battles on the streets, as well as the perception of boxing over the years. It was flying in Zhuang Wudao's mind like a marquee, because these memories were so huge that they almost completely shattered his mind.

It wasn't until Yun'er's cold voice sounded again: "The sword master has paid attention! Once the occult magic power is condensed, it will be difficult to change it." After the spiritual aperture is opened, there is also a risk of destruction. Fortune and misfortune are self-chosen, and the sword master needs to be cautious and cautious. ”

Reminded by this voice, Zhuang Wudao's divergent mood immediately gathered rapidly, and he realized it in an instant. At this moment, it turned out that the spiritual aperture had been opened! This pseudo-spiritual aperture, which he had been unable to open for many days, had been forcibly broken away by him today.

In other words, his occult supernatural powers are about to be generated.

Distracting thoughts were lined up one by one in an instant, and useless memories faded one after another. In Zhuang Wudao's mind, there were only the external martial arts of the four exercises, such as the dragon and the tiger, the Liuhe form and the meaning, the big stele hand and the bull demon Yuan hegemony body.

Passing through the mind, or taking shape individually, or blending into one.

Zhuang Wudao's eyes were confused and he couldn't decide. Until his gaze, through the flying fire butterflies in front of him, saw the great gentleman with a pale face. His eyes gradually cleared up, revealing a sense of determination.

In his mind, a seemingly strange and simple, but mysterious boxing fight is gradually being generated. More than a dozen subsequent changes have been shown one after another.

And under the left rib, within the pseudo-spiritual aperture, not only a drop of pale golden essence blood gradually condensed, but also a trace of independent monk 'True Yuan' was born. The way of circulating in the acupuncture points is also very consistent with the boxing between Zhuang Wudao's minds, and it is simply born as one. It is even more inseparable from his own blood and spirit.

"I see, this is the so-called blending of life, heart and blood, and divine will?"

The 'occult supernatural power' he condensed not only had the unique 'qi element' core in the pseudo-spiritual aperture, but he would no longer need to mobilize the qi in his body in the future. It has been integrated into its own bloodline and its own spiritual core.

I see! Fist to the meaning of the will, and even the power of the bloodline, are integrated into the fist magic technique.

With such a supernatural power, how can it not be strong? It has a divine power that surpasses that of ordinary fist and Taoism by three or five times?

The qi veins in his body gradually stabilized, and Zhuang Wudao's turbulent and complicated mind quickly calmed down. At this time, the layer of iron armor on his body was already crimson, almost turning into molten slurry. The silver silk inner armor was also lost. There are dozens of fire butterflies, which are about to be touched.

Zhuang Wudao didn't care at all, silently experiencing everything he had just experienced. And within ten feet of the body, all the dust rises without wind.

"Huh?"

On top of the white eagle in the air, Beitang Wan'er, who was already about to jump off the back of the eagle, suddenly stopped her figure. Looking down in surprise, the figure surrounded and entangled by countless crimson butterflies looked at it with joy and surprise, and his face was full of complex meaning.

She thought that Zhuang had no way to escape. However, at this time, the outcome of the battle still changed.

And this change, even her, is speechless for a while.

"Is this qi machine change a pseudo-occult technique? It actually opened a pseudo-spiritual aperture. I remember the mystical techniques condensed after subduing the dragon and subduing the tiger, the most common is the 'dragon and tiger combined attack', and the second is 'dragon and tiger', which is also overbearing and powerful. ”

Beitang Wan'er shook her head, unable to be sure. Zhuang Wudao showed as many as three kinds of top-notch exercises today, and although the Dragon and Tiger Fist was good, it was not worth mentioning in comparison.

It is a pity that the top-notch boxing skills are used to condense pseudo-occult arts, and there is a great possibility of failure, but it is also a choice after all.

His eyes showed a look of pride, and he squinted at the Wangyun Pavilion again, today's battle was already decided.

The power of the 'dragon and tiger' is certainly a little weaker. However, cracking this Fire Butterfly Technique, which had consumed nearly half of it, was more than enough.

The ambush carefully planned by the Gu Yue family, Zuihou would be such a result, and she was also quite surprised. I also felt that Gu Yueming was really sad, and he actually met such a strange number.

Beitang Wan'er's unhappiness caused by losing a game before is gone. The eagle rose up, and let out a series of laughter like silver bells, extremely happy,

At this time, in the Wangyun Pavilion, Gu Yueming closed his eyes with a heavy face, and his face was slightly bitter.

Shen Quan next to him clenched his fists tightly again, constantly gurgling. The smile on his face didn't even have time to fade completely.

"Occult powers!"

Shen Quan almost spat out this sentence between his teeth, implying anger.

The changes in qi generated by pseudo-occult arts, Shen Quan naturally recognized them. He could already imagine that if today's events came out, he Shen Quan and the Gu Yue family would not only be frantically counterattacked by the Beitang family, but would also become the laughing stock of others, laughing and generous in Yuecheng.

The ambush failed, but the subordinates were completely lost, and they were slaughtered one by one by this Zhuang Wudao. can't even keep his cronies, but he can be regarded as losing face.

There is only a trace of Zuihou left in his heart, which is also pseudo-occult, and there are also superior and inferior. That Zhuang Wudao mystic art has just begun, and it may not be the opponent of Mr. Mo Da, who has been immersed in this Tao for many years. Even if the condensation fails, the spiritual aperture is abandoned, which is something that is unknown.

Gu Yueming was momentary after, but he opened his eyes again, and his eyes were clear. Today's battle is doomed to defeat, but he wants to see with his own eyes what Zhuang Wudao's occult magic looks like.

In the alley, Mr. Na Mo Da also narrowed his eyes, and the disdain in his eyes was gone.

This is not the case!

The pseudo-spiritual aperture was opened, and he had already experienced it once. For the changes in the qi of Zhuang Wudao's body at this time, he was very familiar.

Just over 20 years ago, he was like that. In the fierce battle, he opened the pseudo-spirit aperture, which made him prosperous all his life, and it will be difficult for him to make the slightest progress in his cultivation in his life!

This Zhuang has no way, is he going to take this step?

Mr. Mo's cloudy eyes were flashing red. Jealousy and jealousy are mixed, this son is full of blood and blood, and his foundation is solid, but he is much stronger than he was at the beginning.

With a sneer, the tail finger of Mr. Mo Da's left hand exploded suddenly. A cloud of essence blood exploded, causing the hundreds of red fire butterflies to accelerate at the same time, and pounced towards Zhuang Wudao.

Without hesitation, the man drifted backwards. No matter what kind of pseudo-occult art Zhuang Wudao on the other side has condensed (see the fastest update), he is not ready to continue to fight with it. He is Shen Quan's guest, not a dead soldier of the Thunder Dragon Gang. Why do you want to fight for Shen Quan and Gu Yue's family?

However, after only a few steps back, Mr. Mo Da felt that his body, limbs and body were forcibly taken by a force, and he could no longer make the slightest movement.

And in the red cloud of fire in the distance, a pair of fierce beast-like eyes were staring coldly.

Although he couldn't see it, he could feel that there were dozens or hundreds of bundles of gangjin in the air that were separated by hundreds of zhang from a distance of hundreds of zhang, running through the air!

There are even more magnetic elements in it, which not only faintly control his body. Stronger Xing sucked in the camera, dragging his figure in the direction of the fire cloud.

Even if Mr. Mo Da struggled to the death, he was powerless. I could only watch myself, caught in the air, and my figure rolled back.

This is the pseudo-occult technique condensed by Zhuang Wudao? What kind of technique can absorb and practice a Qi Realm cultivator from a distance of 100 meters, and even more so that he can't resist?

Suddenly, Mr. Mo Da seemed to think of something, his eyes were angry, and his pupils were completely out of focus.

"Capture the dragon! How can it be the dragon capture?"

On top of the white eagle, Beitang Wan'er also lost her mind for a while, almost unstable, and fell from the back of the eagle.

How could Zhuang Wudao's condensed pseudo-occult technique be the power of dragon capture?

On the Wangyun Pavilion, Shen Quan's face was also as pale as paper.

"Dragon catcher, I remember that this peerless discipline is unique to Zhenlong Temple?"