The breeze was blowing in the ancient forest, and the sparkling blue was swaying with the breeze, and his face was calm, without a trace of waves. The crack of the spear in the hand of the Tibetan Qingcang is healing, the blue light is gradually becoming stronger, and the blue light is gradually enveloping the Tibetan Qingcang, and the Tibetan Qingcang at this time has a feeling of returning to the basics.

"The ultimate in martial arts is holy! Today, let me understand the realm of martial saints that my ancestors have been striving for!"

Helian Hu's eyes gradually lit up, it is said that the so-called innate martial artist in the outside world of the Martial Saint, this is because refining the body in the realm of the Martial Saint will completely open the treasure of the human body, and the qi and blood all over the body are like a furnace, and the gods and ghosts are easy to dispel.

And the Helian tribe is just a small tribe, although it knows a little secret, but it lacks the background of a big tribe, and the refining body is only a second-rate, or even a third-rate. The Martial Saint is just an unattainable legend, but now he can witness it with his own eyes, which is really an incomparably sighing.

"Good!"

Zang Qingcang opened his mouth and answered. The whole foot moved, and it actually disappeared in place.

The pupils of Helian Tiger's eyes shrank, the hairs on his body stood on end, and a strong sense of crisis enveloped his body.

"Slash!"

Helian Hu turned around and speared, and the golden spear turned into a streamer and nailed it to the back.

Zang Qingcang didn't know when he was already standing behind Helian Hu, his green spear was tied to his back, and he directly smashed into Helian Hu with a simple straight fist.

This fist is not thick, and the fingers are even crystal like jade, slender and delicate, just like a noble son who can't pick up his hands and can't resist his shoulders. But Helian Hu knew that this was the terrifying situation of transforming the realm of martial arts, washing the marrow and cutting the bones, and returning to the basics.

In the dark, a sharp edge tightly locked Helian Hu, which was the martial will of Tibetan Qingcang.

Boom!

The spear that turned into a streamer nail and the fist of the dark blue sky collided in the void, which was a collision between the real ** and the magic weapon. The space on the dark blue fist rippled, and the golden spear was full of sharp and killing aura. The collision between the two immediately erupted into a terrifying wave of qi.

The air waves are rolling. The ancient trees with a radius of dozens of zhang were broken one after another, flying sand and stones, and the smoke and dust were filled. The hearts of the people watching the battle trembled in the bottom of their hearts, although they had already withdrawn from Baizhang, but they were still terrified, if they were in the center of the air wave, they would definitely be crushed.

"Blocked, it's terrible!"

The sharp-eyed person couldn't help but swallow and spat at the scene when he saw this scene, which is like a myth.

"That's an artifact!"

The hearts of the people were shocked beyond comprehension, which simply turned their perception upside down. To know. In this Tibetan mountain tribe ruled by the spirit god, the artifact means powerful and irresistible. But this scene in front of me. Stomp on the soles of their feet with their previous cognitions.

"It seems that the Tibetan Mountain Clan's body refining technique must have been an incredible cultivation method in ancient times, and the blood and qi in this body are as vigorous as a brute beast. And as soon as he broke through, his strength was actually comparable to that of the early stage of the Pregnant Pill, which was simply a second kill for the so-called innate martial artists in the outside world. ”

Pan Hao was lying high above the clouds, and every qiē in the mountains was manifested in the sea of knowledge, and he knew everything about the life below.

"Okay, worthy of a martial saint!"

Helian Hu's body was full of fighting intent, and his eyes were scorching. shouted.

The breath on Zang Qingcang's body exploded, and the whole person was like a scorching sun, and the boiling qi and blood burned all around, actually giving people the illusion of heat and burning.

"The flesh is terrifying!"

"Quick. Retreat!"

The people around him gasped, this blood qi was so strong that it had already exceeded the limit of the human body, it was like a fire in an oven, and the Shinto ghost magic could not be added.

"Such flesh. If you add soldiers, it will be absolutely ruined!"

Pan Hao, who was lying in the void, couldn't help but light up his eyes, could this be the secret method of the ancient martial artists' cultivation. If thousands of martial saints form an army, I am afraid that even the sect can attack, legend has it that in the Middle Ages, there were many ghosts and monsters who obtained the incomplete Wish Power Method, forming a force in the deep mountains and ancient forests, wilderness villages, and harming the world.

In the end, it was swept away by an extremely powerful human emperor at that time, and the eight wildernesses were cut down and the temple was broken. In this legend, the most outstanding is the legendary Shenji Battalion, which is the blade of the Emperor Hao at that time, it is said that they are all composed of warriors, and wherever the Shenji Battalion goes, clean up all the ghosts and monsters, so that the world can return to a Lang Lang Qiankun.

At that time, Pan Hao had doubts, even if he could have an army composed of innate warriors under his command, he would not dare to say that he would cut down mountains and destroy temples and sweep away the Demon Sect. What's more, it was the Middle Ages, that era, there were many strong people, and all ethnic groups did not really decline at that time, and they all had a deep heritage.

But at this moment, seeing the powerful qi and blood displayed by Zang Qingcang, Pan Hao suddenly understood the strength of the warriors in the Middle Ages. And Pan Hao has reason to believe that this martial saint is probably not the end of his physical cultivation, and there may be a higher level above it, even comparable to a qi practitioner.

But I don't know for what reason, this martial arts method of body cultivation seems to have been lost, and it seems that in a more distant era, there must have been some great changes.

Just when Pan Hao's mind was turning and turning, the Tibetan Qingcang and Helian Hu had already fought fiercely countless times, and the powerful qi waves swept away the vigorous ancient trees, and one after another the ravines were split, and they were in a mess.

Helian Hu and Zang Qingcang became more and more courageous, and the momentum on their bodies was Pengbai, and the people around them were stunned, this kind of momentum was actually made by two tribal leaders, this is simply appalling, these two are still not people!

"Judgment!"

Helian Hu's expression was pious, the aura of killing and judgment on his body was lingering, and the spear in his hand turned into a golden halberd in an instant, and at this time, an illusory and divine figure suddenly appeared behind him.

This figure is more than ten zhang tall, wearing golden armor, holding a Fang Tian painting halberd, his appearance is blurred, but his eyes are scorching, looking at the world with indifference and ruthlessness. This is Helian Hutong Guò Divine Technique summoning Pan Hao's Shinto Phantom to come over and bless himself.

"Slash!"

Helian Hu held the halberd in his hand, and the phantom behind him also followed his movements, slowly raising the Fang Tian Painting Halberd. The wind and clouds were surging, and a huge and holy momentum drove hundreds of zhang of qi waves, and the Fang Tian painting halberd that was more than ten zhang long seemed to open the heavens and the earth, and slashed towards the Tibetan blue cangs on the opposite side.

"Roar!"

The Tibetan blue cang on the opposite side completely exploded at this moment, the qi and blood on his body boiled wildly, he pushed out with both hands, and a fierce tiger several feet high jumped out, and the tiger roared in the mountains and forests.

The tiger was tall and mighty, clad in scaly armor, with fangs several feet long, and a tail like a steel whip. This is no ordinary tiger, this is an exotic beast.

The tiger beast roared, turning into a streamer of light and rushing towards Helian Tiger.

Boom! Boom!

It was an earth-shattering bang, hundreds of feet of ancient trees were uprooted, mountains collapsed, and air waves rolled. Fortunately, the two of them are getting farther and farther away from the Tibetan tribe as they fight, otherwise, if this blow continues, the entire tribe will have to disappear and be removed from the world.

"Ahem!"

The smoke and dust gradually dissipated, and the Tibetan blue cang staggered, coughing up blood in his mouth. On the other side, Helian Hu's face was slightly pale, and his breath was slightly unstable. Obviously, the Tibetan Qingcang, who had just broken through the Martial Saint, was still defeated.

"Martial Saint can't compete either?"

"It turns out that the final form of the divine judgment is to summon the blessing of the divine lord. ”

"I benefited a lot from watching the game this time!"

Everyone around them sighed when they saw the battle situation. At the same time, their eyes are getting brighter and brighter, and the more powerful the divine arts, the more correct their choice is.

"Collar!"

"We fight!"

The warriors of the Tibetan tribe are armed with weapons and ready to fight to the death.

"Alas!"

Suddenly, a low sigh of vicissitudes sounded in everyone's ears. An old man in a green shirt with an elegant appearance appeared behind Zang Qingcang at some point. I saw the old man pat it lightly, and a crystal blue light rushed into Zang Qingcang's body, repairing Zang Qingcang's injured body.

"Ryugami!"

"Yanagijin, it's really Yanagijin!"

The expressions of the people of the Tibetan tribe were suddenly shocked, and their hearts were both ecstatic and sad. I don't know how many years the willow god hasn't come out of the tribe. Every time Liu Shen walked out of the tribe, it was the life and death of the Tibetan Qingcang tribe, and it was a critical moment to decide whether to survive.

Swish!

A golden light turned into a rainbow bridge from the sky and came to the old man's side, the old man smiled indifferently, stepped on the rainbow bridge, and disappeared in place in an instant.

"This Hongqiao is made of divine power!"

"The Divine Lord has also appeared!"

Pan Hao's followers immediately looked pious and respectfully watched the disappearance of Hongqiao (to be continued!).

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