Into the Immortal Cultivation

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Wang Qi pressed the shoulders of his heart, and his knees drawn an arc in the air, hitting Song Zhongqiao's face. At the same time, the light murderousness pervaded. These murderous forces are solid as a line, and they are not conspicuous at first glance, but a closer inspection reveals that the cruelty it exhibits is only one tenth, one hundredth of its own murderous power.

Song Zhongqiao belongs to the group of people who did not sense it. When he saw Wang Qi hit his knee, he grinned and stretched out his hand to grab the knee and twisted hard. He burst forth with aura of aura, and then turned into a few dragon-like bands of light, wrapped around his hands. He was an elite monk in ancient law, not ordinary, and his strength was not bad. The moment Wang Qi left, he had already responded.

Jin Dan played against Jin Dan in the later period, he had enough reason to be so confident.

"Boy, I said not to waste your hands and feet, to play slowly ... should one knee be broken, shouldn't it be a bad word?" The moment of resistance, such thoughts flashed in the mind of Song Zhongqiao. But before this thought fell, Wang Qi's knee hit his palm. A strong force like a sharp sword rushed down his right hand Laogong acupoint. His protective body burst into tears at the touch and was thrown away by the sword like layers of paper. The severe pain from the meridian of the hand made Song Zhongqiao's face change wildly, and his full strength immediately erupted. Countless sword qi shot from the front of his acupuncture point, shot at Wang Qi.

Wang Qi flicked his right leg in the air, hitting the sound of a burst of air. This leg drove the down shot of his robe, sweeping away the sharp energy shot from the other party's haste.

Wang Qi steadily landed on both feet, pushing his hands round and pushing outwards. At this time, his strong murderousness broke out. An invisible circle slowly spread out from his body. Anyone who was included in the circle by this circle felt dizzy, as if standing in the **** sea of ​​corpses, with an invisible long sword hanging above his head, pointing directly at the top heart Baihui.

The moment Wang Qi exerted force, even his heart almost screamed. Fortunately, she remembered that Wang Qi was an ally. There was no fear that she would lose her mind, and she retreated neatly, giving Wang Qi enough room to show her.

Song Zhongqiao's right hand trembles slightly, and blood flows like a note. A wound pierced the palm of his hand, parting the muscle tendon and reaching deep into the wrist and elbow. The terrifying murderous intention contained in that sword spirit has not yet dissipated, and it is still stimulating Song Zhongqiao's arm. He only felt that his meridians seemed to be broken, and he couldn't lift the meridian with his whole hand.

This hand is temporarily useless. Song Zhongqiao's fine-tuned swordsmanship of the Fallen Sword Palace had no chance to bring it out.

"I'm underestimating you ..." Song Zhongqiao looked at Wang Qi, and Hanhou's face showed a bitter look: "Without a sword or even a hand, you can use your knees to make such a strong sword spirit, and the true meaning of martial art To the point, in a sword spirit, it seems like it contains spiritual wisdom, and it can break through my protective body. "

"I'm afraid of trouble. Here, it's very troublesome to kill the same door." Wang Qi lowered his voice and said, "Don't come to trouble me in the future."

After saying this, Wang Qi turned around and wanted to leave.

Song Zhongqiao sneered: "Humph! Do you think you won?"

Wang Qi looked back and calmly analyzed: "Your right hand is no longer valid. Everyone is sword repair, if there is no sword ..."

"Then you'll take a good look, and then ... go to death!" Song Zhongqiao's face was fierce. Suddenly his left fist was lowered, and then he pointed at Wang Qi's chin and slammed up: "Nine Dragons in Jiulong, Yunlao!"

"What ..." The Song Zhongqiao was clearly attacking, but this atmosphere of the boxing hall was thick, with the thick earth and the vast ocean. The spirits around the world seemed to hear the order and suddenly became violent. Wang Qi was also taken aback, hurriedly folded his hands on his chest and pressed hard. The moment the three hands hit together, Wang Qi, who was caught off guard, only felt his wrists numb, and the whole person suddenly became lighter and floated off the ground.

"Kowloon Jiu Shen Quan? This was the martial arts passed down by the Kunlun Fairy School!" Zhen Jiezi exclaimed: "Be careful, this Jiu Jiu Shen Quan is the best martial art practice in the world, with both offensive and defensive skills. , Unique ... "

"It can be seen!" Wang Qi still has the power to respond in his heart.

It ’s just a fist ...

Even if ninety-nine methods are sealed, Wang Qi will not be afraid of him!

"Comparing fist?" Wang Qihu roared, both hands were five fingers together, making a palm knife look. Then, he used the palm technique to make the sword technique, and used the flesh palm to control all the subtle changes in the "Fragrance of the Snowless Sword", and turned back hard.

Fist to palm, palm fist. After all, Song Zhongqiao had only one hand left, and was interrupted by Wang Qi's one-handed force and one-handed attack. He couldn't help but take pains and continued to shout: "Nine Gods in Kowloon, mock the wind and explore the cloud!"

Suddenly, Song Zhongqiao's fist changed, and it was no longer the previous strong force, but fist and loneliness. Every move was a dangerous move, and every move was necessary to save the enemy.

Wang Qi seems to be suppressed. He had to raise his fist to block the fist that was attacking him. The two played faster and faster, and gradually, the other people could only see the residual image before them, but no one could see their arms clearly. The fist broke the atmosphere, and the palm knife split the sky. The burst of wind caused by the fists and feet caused other spectators to retreat again and again.

For a while, the two actually fought against each other.

-Of course, this is only a superficial phenomenon.

This stalemate is also just an "experiment" that Wang Qi temporarily intended.

The "experimental" project is called "breakpoint resume."

The so-called "breakpoint resume" originally refers to a file transfer protocol on the earth, which refers to the artificial division of download or upload tasks into several parts during download or upload, and each part uses a thread to upload or Download, if you encounter network failures, you can continue to upload the unfinished part of the download from the part that has been uploaded or downloaded after applauding and eliminating it.

In the past, when he infused God's Plague Mantra with others, he poured it in at once. But now, in order to pretend to be at ease with the mysterious and true solution, most of his computing power is occupied, and only the simplest Divine Mantra can be used. This phenomenon was noticed by Wang Qi on the way. Therefore, he came up with such a method to avoid the embarrassment caused by the decline of his computing power.

He can now fight by sending only one instruction set at a time. These instruction sets have no effect at all before they are assembled, but after they are assembled, they can be turned into highly complex Divine Mantras.

Each time Wang Qi's palm collided with Song Zhongqiao's fist, Wang Qi sent a small part of the instruction set to the front of his body.

In order to guarantee the empirical effect, Wang Qi specially chose the "stalemate" situation!

Seeing the long attack, Song Zhongqiao was a little anxious. The elaborate tricks in the Jiulong Jiuquan of Jiulong continued to be used one after another, and one trick after another was displayed in front of Wang Qi. At the same time, the whispers around them also spread to Wang Qi's ears.

"Brother Song is stable now! That little thief, in how he sees it, is just an early stage of forming a pill, can he still die if he is beaten like this?"

"That Xia Li is also really powerful ... If it is not that Brother Song has an adventure, I am afraid that he is a real enemy ..."

"Forgive him as a genius, isn't he still rival Brother Song? This is the mystery of luck!"

This made Wang Qi flash a bit of doubt.

"Adventure? Where are these guys?"

On this island where they live, can they still have adventures for them?

However, the doubts in the heart will not affect the moves. Wang Qi was about to be irritable, but he suddenly made a strange move. At the same time when he cut off with a hand knife, the cyclone formed by the palm stirring the air flow actually rolled into a sword gas and shot at Song Zhongqiao's face. This hand-sword qi method is not the biography of Luochen Sword Palace, but another ancient method taught by Zhen Jiezi.

Where did Song Zhongqiao know that Wang Qi would use such strange tricks, and could only close his eyes and resist to prevent his eyes from being stabbed blind. Jian Qi collided with his eyelids and made a crisp sound.

"This is not an effect that can be used by the body-building exercises of Luochen Sword Palace!"

Wang Qi used both hands to make this split-day cloud reassure, and his two hands created the effect that only four swords could cause. In a short while, the other party couldn't lift his head. Randomly, he snorted, his body cleared soaring, and then turned into a gray, **** murderous light. Song Zhongqiao's heart tightened, and he made a mistake that shouldn't appear, and Wang Qi was selected as a key point. The destructive sword gas slipped into the main point, and immediately made the Jindan monk howl like a pig to be killed.

Wang Qi kicked on the other party's chest, kicking Song Zhongqiao's entire body up and down, and at the moment when the other party's body was about to fly out but did not fly out, his feet were raised high, like a iron whip pumped on Song Zhongqiao Chest, press it to the ground.

"bump". After a muffled sound, the sound of a fracture came from Song Zhongqiao, and he also spit blood. Wang Qiju looked condescendingly at Song Zhongqiao and sighed: "I hate trouble. Don't look for trouble."

Song Zhongqiao's eyes flashed with resentment: "You actually ... you actually ... you dare to cross the ranks and hurt people ... you ... you must be a foreigner today! You actually ... you practice a foreigner ... I Tell you, you are dead, you are dead! "

Wang Qi said a "lying trough" in his heart, how can I get hurt in the next step? Call Jin Yue later in the late stage of playing Jin Dan? Fortunately, she still remembered her identity, sneered, and crushed her feet hard, and whispered: "Waste ..."

Song Zhongqiao's remarks did not intimidate Wang Qi, because Wang Qi was convinced that his previous fighting method did not completely exceed the scope of ancient Faxiu. Those ancient practitioners at most thought he had a good talent. Furthermore, this battle is under the observation of Shinjiko from beginning to end. Outside the scope of ancient law cultivation, wouldn't this ancient law expert give a warning?

However, this remark almost scared the mind. She also thought that the senior brother saw the clue, and almost had the urge to kneel down and say everything. Fortunately, at this time, Wang Qi came over and paid a tribute to Lien's heart. He said, "Sister Lian, I am not very familiar with the environment of this school. Could you point me to a place to eat and a place to practice?"

Even the soul was nobility, nodded.

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