Thunder Martial

The current Zichen, with blood on his clothes, looks embarrassed, but full of energy, with a murderous intent in his eyes.

In addition to recovering from his injuries, Zhao Can also found that Zi Chen had changed, and he had an indescribable aura, which was actually the same as the aura of many strong men.

Zhao Can's heart was chilled, and when he saw Zi Chen approaching, he subconsciously took a few steps back, and said in a slightly frightened way: "Zi Chen, what are you going to do?"

Zi Chen came on the snow, fixed his eyes on Zhao Can, and said coldly: "What do you think I want to do?"

"We are brothers, do you want to attack brothers?" Zhao Can looked at Zichen.

There was a hint of sarcasm at the corner of Zi Chen's mouth, and said: "Brothers are sold when they are profitable. This is your most reasonable saying."

Zi Chen stepped forward step by step.

Seeing Zichen approaching, Zhao Can seemed to see a strong man approaching, a thought of being invincible came into his mind, his expression kept changing, each thought rose in his heart, Zhao Can said: "Zichen , How can you let me go."

Zhao Can stopped, no longer backed away, but stared at Zi Chen firmly.

Zi Chen shook his head, and said coldly: "From the moment your weapon pierced my heart, the two of us were destined to die, either you or me."

"Don't you give me a chance?"

"It's as if you made a move against me without any reservations." Zi Chen said indifferently: "But I can give you a chance to make a move first. Whether you can grasp it or not depends on your luck."

"Okay, that's what you said." A cold light flashed in Zhao Can's eyes, and he had already held the dagger in his hand.

At this time, Zi Chen also clenched his fists, and the whole person seemed to have entered a mysterious realm, and an aura like a king of mountains and forests emanated from Zi Chen's body.

Zhao Can felt oppressed. At this moment, Zichen seemed to have turned into a big mountain. The mountain-like aura made him unable to breathe.

On Zichen's body, this aura is still growing, and Zhao Can's pressure is getting bigger and bigger. At the end, the mountain-like aura suddenly turned into a fierce tiger, but at this moment, Zhao Can felt that he had become the prey in the eyes of the tiger, and he was forced to run away.

"No, if this goes on, I don't even have the courage to make a move." Zhao Can bit the tip of his tongue suddenly, and a faint blood spread from his mouth. The stinging pain shocked Zhao Can's spirit, and his third-rate footwork step has appeared.

Holding a short dagger, staring at the tiger aura on Zichen Zhou's body, he attacked Zichen fiercely like a poisonous snake.

This time, Zhao Can directly attacked Zi Chen's eyes.

Third-rate combat skills, spirit snake swordsmanship.

Under Zi Chen's tremendous pressure, Zhao Can actually comprehended the true meaning of the Spirit Snake Sword Technique at the moment of his strike. At this moment, the short dagger in his hand seemed to have turned into a poisonous snake. He attacked fiercely.

A cold light flashed in Zichen's eyes, like a cold lightning in a tiger's eyes. Zhao Can's breakthrough surprised him, but he far surpassed Zhao Can in understanding the true meaning of combat skills.

The pair of fists made a mistake, and they were thrown out suddenly. The first form of Tiger Fist had already been played, which was fierce and swift. Immediately afterwards, Zi Chen's boxing technique was retracted again, and an aura belonging to the king of the forest appeared, and the roar of the tiger shook the forest.

This is the second time that Zi Chen has struck out a blow with sincerity, and the connection between the front and back is more perfect.

The third form was released on its own in an instant.

Tigers pounce on food.

Under Zi Chen's punching wind, Zhao Can seemed to see a fierce tiger rushing towards him at a high speed. The cold claws had already reached his chest, and the bloody mouth had reached his head.

Such a powerful blow with sincerity directly dissipated the poisonous snake breath that Zhao Can had just condensed, like a tiger dispelling a poisonous snake, and rushed towards Zhao Can.

Afterwards, Zhao Can saw endless silver light rushing toward him, enveloping him in an instant...

Zi Chen stood there, motionless, and in front of him, Zhao Can was also motionless, as if everything just now was an illusion.

"Peng!"

In Zhao Can's hand, the third-rate weapon instantly shattered into pieces and fell to the ground. At the same time, Zhao Can, who was standing still, suddenly had blood gushing out of his seven orifices, and his body fell backwards.

Zhao Can died.

Looking at Zhao Can who fell to the ground and died, Zi Chen still felt very complicated. In just a few days, so many things happened. But there is no meaning of regret.

Well, all the bad things are over.

But is it really over? Of course not. Zi Chen took away Zhao Can’s burden and started to return to the original road. There is still a period of time before the examination of the sect’s inner disciples. During this time, Zi Chen does not intend to go back.

Although he killed Zhao Can, it was equivalent to a blow with the fifth level of true energy, but it was only equivalent to the real combat power, which could not match the inner sect disciple with the fifth level of true energy, let alone Wang Xiong.

Wang Xiong is a person with the strength of the eighth level of true qi. He is very famous among the disciples of the inner sect, and he has second-rate combat skills. No matter in terms of strength or skills, he has completely defeated Zi Chen.

If Zichen went back now, he would definitely be questioned by Wang Xiong about the whereabouts of the 500-year-old snow ginseng, but if he couldn't answer, Wang Xiong would probably kill him.

Although the sect has long stipulated that the disciples of the sect forbid any form of internal fighting, let alone killing each other, but Zichen believes that Wang Xiong's killing himself will not disturb the sect's regulations.

On the one hand, apart from Wang Xiong's own power, on the other hand, it is also because Zi Chen has no strong background, and is just a helpless little guy.

 …

In a pile of rocks sheltered from the wind, Zi Chen sat cross-legged, practicing quietly, and his consciousness once again entered the silver space.

In the silver space, the thunder boy reappeared, and as he clenched his fists, an invisible kingly aura appeared. On the opposite side, Zi Chen also clenched his fists with both hands, silver light surged all over his body, and the aura of a king emanated.

The two faced each other from a distance, and immediately after, they made a mistake with both fists and punched out a fierce Tiger Fist. One stroke after another, struck like lightning, like flowing clouds and flowing water, two roaring tigers appeared, rushing towards both sides.

"Peng!"

In the silver space, there was a sudden explosion. Immediately afterwards, the fierce tiger shot by Zi Chen dissipated directly, while the tiger shot by the thunder boy rushed towards Zi Chen, breaking up Zi Chen's illusory body here. .

Zi Chen opened his eyes, and there was a gleam of joy in his eyes. Although he was still completely defeated today, he realized a lot.

It has been more than ten days since Zhao Can died. During these ten days, apart from eating and drinking, Zi Chen practiced Tiger Fist and Heavenly Thunder Body Tempering Art.

The true qi on the second level has also reached the peak of the second level during these few days of cultivation, only one step away from the third level of true qi.

Zi Chen didn't even dare to think about this speed of cultivation before.

"My Tiger Fist has reached the Mahayana of true meaning, but it has not yet reached the point where the mind can be moved by the heart, but after watching it a few times, I must be able to break through and reach the point where the mind can be moved by the heart."

For three days, Zi Chen has been practicing.

In the silver space, the two teenagers stood facing each other again.

"This time, I will definitely not lose." Zi Chen said confidently, looking at the thunder boy who looked exactly like him in front of him.

The Thunder boy couldn't speak, but he just clenched his fists, his aura soared, and in an instant, he seemed to have turned into a fierce tiger.

If it was before, Zi Chen would definitely be surprised, but in the short period of ten days, he had fought hundreds of times with the opponent, and Zi Chen had already seen it.

Because the next moment, his aura also turned into a fierce tiger.

"Roar!" "Roar!"

Two tiger roars sounded, and the heart moved at will. The move has not yet appeared, but the momentum has surpassed the first form of Tiger Fist, which directly triggered the roar of the second form.

The breaths of the two were surprisingly similar, as if they were the same person, and the attacks were also in no particular order. The two tigers rushed towards each other.

The wind of the fist collided in the air, producing a dull explosion, and a strong impact made Zi Chen retreat more than ten steps, but his figure did not dissipate. On the other hand, the thunder boy who had remained motionless for more than ten days , was also shocked back more than ten steps.

"Ha ha!"

Zi Chen laughed, his Tiger Fist finally reached the point where he could follow his heart, and finally performed it perfectly. Although it is a third-rate combat skill, but after perfectly understanding the true meaning, it is not weaker than a second-rate combat skill at all.

Laughing Zi Chen, with a thought, exited the silver space.

In the outside world, Zichen opened his eyes, and there was a gleam of joy in his eyes. The sky thunder tempered his body, and it was running on its own, absorbing the spiritual energy of heaven and earth...

Suddenly, the joy on Zi Chen's face turned into ecstasy, and the aura of heaven and earth around him suddenly surged, and then centered on Zi Chen, they gathered from all directions.

"This is about to break through."

As soon as the boxing technique reached perfection, his strength broke through again. Zi Chen was really ecstatic. After the aura of the surrounding heaven and earth poured into his body, it was absorbed by the heart again. After being refined by the silver ball, it was fed back from the heart again.

His physique was changing, and so was the silver Qi in his dantian.

After the turbulent zhenqi calmed down again, Zi Chen had broken through to the third layer of zhenqi, and the dantian was filled with pure silver zhenqi, occasionally there was a trace of thunder wandering around.

Both broke through today, Zichen was in a good mood, ready to reward himself, but when he touched the bag, he suddenly found that the food was gone.

Food is the root of everything, without food, Zi Chen cannot live.

But now, Zi Chen can't go back, so he just needs to get some food. As for what to eat, Zi Chen has already calculated it a few days ago.

Eat bear meat, eat bear paws, eat ice bears.

"Now with my strength, I should be able to deal with the ice bear." Zi Chen secretly thought.

With three layers of true qi, coupled with a strong physique, the perfect Tiger Fist seems to be able to deal with a fifth-level beast.

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