True Martial Great Emperor of Myriad Realms

"I'm fine."

Guo Fanpan sat on the ground, desperately suppressing the restless Qi and blood in his body, and comforting his classmates at the same time.

As a jumper who has lived a lifetime, although there are many dirty things in the tiger gate, he can still handle the relationship with the gate with ease.

No matter what the grievances of the previous generation, most of the younger martial brothers and sisters are not hostile to him.

The concerns at this time are not false.

Fourth martial uncle Fang Keye is good at medicine. He comes forward and holds Guo fan's pulse with one hand. After a moment, he slowly stops.

"The trauma is not light. Fortunately, it doesn't hurt the internal organs. Life is OK. Just cultivate for a while."

He spoke slowly, but there was no joy on his face.

Guo fan wins and kills Zhao Cang, a fierce wind swordsman. Although it's a good thing, it can't change the overall situation.

The two factions have vowed to fight to the death. It is the competition of the older generation that really plays a decisive role.

The victory or defeat of the younger generation is just a hot field!

Guo fan was silent.

The corner of the eye sweeps to one side.

There, more than a dozen bodies were covered with white cloth and lying quietly on the cold ground.

These are the disciples of the fierce tiger sect.

Not long ago, they were still alive, and two of them had a good relationship with Guo fan.

Now

Everything is empty!

Of course, the people in the gale hall opposite are not much better. The young generation also suffered heavy casualties.

Zhao Cang, who died in his hands, couldn't even put his body together.

The reason why the two major forces have reached this point today is that the initial cause is just a small contradiction.

Think about it, it's ridiculous!

With a sigh in his heart, Guo fan closed his eyes and adjusted his breath silently.

No matter how things change, only by maintaining their own strength can they not be too passive.

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Head of the challenge arena.

"Unexpected."

Zheng Yin, the guest of the county government, sighed on his face and said, "this Guo fan has a top hard skill in body training."

"Lord Huang."

Xiao Bozhong stroked his beard and smiled. He looked at the owner of Sifang martial arts school: "I'm afraid you knew it long ago?"

"I do know that Guo fan has hard work."

Lord Huang first nodded and then gently shook his head: "but I didn't expect that his hard skills were so strong!"

The martial arts skills in the training stage are limited.

Zhao Cang's sabre, which can resist internal power, is definitely the best at the body refining stage!

Zhou Tong of wusheng sect turned his eyes and said, "I heard that sun Jieliang got a residual Manual of martial arts by chance. I'm afraid it's this hard skill."

Sun Jieliang in his mouth is Guo fan's master. He was also a legend in the county.

At the same time, he is also the eldest martial brother and former leader of the tiger clan.

"Good."

Lord Huang nodded and didn't hide it: "brother sun's residual spectrum is really a hard skill."

"But unfortunately, this martial arts has too many defects, which has harmed Guo fan and prevented him from breeding internal power."

Hearing the speech, the light in the eyes of the others immediately converged.

It can't breed internal power. No matter how strong the body is, it's of little use to them.

The martial arts in the world are based on body cultivation.

After refining essence and transforming Qi, internal force grows in the body, and then internal force penetrates through the twelve meridians and the eight meridians, and gradually grows until Ren Du's two meridians are opened, so as to achieve congenital and even congenital existence.

At each step, there is a great difference in strength.

Guo fan's hard work is nothing but a martial art of body refining, which can't be put on the table.

Moreover, it hinders practice, just like chicken ribs.

As for the tragic scene of one death and one serious injury in the war, they have seen more and don't care.

"Tiger gate, Li e."

"Wind hall, Wang Mukun."

"Please!"

In the field, two more people jumped onto the challenge arena.

This time it was a man and a woman. They were in their thirties. They were not young and their faces showed the color of wind and frost.

Their breath is calm and their strength is vigorous. They are obviously experts of the previous generation of the two forces. They all have internal power.

"Beautiful jade tiger li e, sick gun King Mu Kun."

Zhou Tong's eyes narrowed slightly and the tape sighed: "these two were still involved in some emotional disputes when they were young. I didn't expect to decide whether to live or die today."

"Things in the world have never been controlled by people!"

Xiao Bozhong shook his head and looked at the stage.

The last generation of the two major forces, the weakest, also got through half of the twelve serious.

Even for them, it can't be underestimated.

"Two."

The white haired old man on the challenge arena retreated slightly and said, "it's not a matter of life or death. If you go back on your word, it's still time."

"No!"

Li e, the jade tiger, shook her head gently. With one hand turned over, a cold shining Yanxiang knife was already in her hand.

Her eyes were cold, her horse was steady, and she looked directly at her opponent.

"Let's go!"

Mu Kun, the sick gun king, put the gun on his back with one hand and coughed gently in front of his lips. He shook his head slowly when he heard the speech.

"Money is old, there is no need to persuade."

"Hey!"

The old man sighed and put his big sleeves.

"In that case, two, please do it."

"Shua!"

His voice did not fall, and the cold light had suddenly appeared in the field.

The sabre light swept across the land of Zhang Xu. Castration was like thunder and lightning. It was more than twice as fast as the gale saber just now?

"Peng!"

There was a dull noise.

But Wang Mukun suddenly sank at his feet.

After thousands of times of tamping, a pair of footprints appear on the ground of the challenge arena, which is harder than rocks.

Then a long gun came out like a dragon, with a red tassel like blood, straight and accurate on the blade.

"Ding..."

The melodious collision sound has not stopped, and the charming jade tiger has turned into a residual shadow of Tao and rushed at each other.

One inch long, one inch strong, one inch short, one inch risk.

She knew very well that if she could approach each other and fight within half a Zhang, she would have the upper hand.

But

"Cough!"

The light cough was not loud, but the shadow of the knife and gun was still hard to hide.

Mu Kun, the sick gun king, was green, and blood oozed from the corners of his mouth. Then the speed of the long gun in his hand suddenly increased.

Come on, but 20%.

But compared with the masters, when the gap between them is small, the strong points are extremely obvious.

Not to mention 20%?

"Shua!"

A spear like a dragon comes out of a hole, pierces the void, makes a sharp roar, and the red tassels bloom like red lotus blossoms.

Three shots, knife light collapse.

Three more shots, Jiao Yuhu staggered backward, and the wild goose flying knife in his hand trembled away from his hand.

The last shot.

The spear went straight into her heart, ran through her body, and exposed a blood stained spear blade about a foot long behind her.

The blade of the gun trembled and shed drops of blood.

"Poof!"

The long gun was recycled, and the charming jade tiger was unable to hang to the ground. The eyes that had just flashed were completely dim and lifeless.

All this happened between electro-optic flint.

Until this time, the people under the stage came back.

"E'er!"

Inside the tiger gate, a man roared with a sad and angry voice. Then the strong wind rolled wildly, and a strong man had rushed to the challenge arena.

"Lu, do you want to take advantage of the danger?"

The other side of the high wind hall was unwilling to show weakness. One man jumped into the challenge arena with a sword and stopped in front of the strong man.

"Let me see your tiger's skill!"

"Kill!"

At this time, the strong man had already red eyes and a tiger roared. Regardless of holding a knife, he rushed at the other party.

For a moment, the light and shadow of the sword flickered, and the gold and iron exchanged blows continuously. The strength dissipated in a wide range, up to several feet.

"Wang Mukun was cruel enough. I thought he would show mercy."

Lord Huang shook his head and looked at Zhou Tong, the sect leader of wusheng sect: "the sect leader of Zhou should understand his method of body explosion just now?"

The strength and speed of the sick Tiger Wang Mukun increased sharply just now, which obviously inspired some explosive method.

"A little knowledge."

Zhou Tong nodded: "this skill seems to have another inheritance, but it is similar to other similar methods. Every time it is used, it will consume a lot of essence and damage its foundation. The name of sick gun comes from it. Otherwise, with his talent, he won't open up only six or seven meridians."

Xiao Bozhong replied, "although there are some defects, it's not easy for those who have broken through all the twelve serious guns just now to resist."

Several people heard the speech and nodded gently.

But for them, that's all.

At their level, who doesn't have much Kung Fu to press the bottom of the box?

Unless the difference in strength is too great, it is common for the weak to win the strong.

While talking, there was another change in the challenge arena.

"Die!"

Jiao Yuhu's husband, pan mountain tiger Lu Ping, fought with a sword in his leg and killed his opponent on the spot.

Two knives and three sections!

Because of his anger, he was very cruel. The intestines and viscera of his opponent were scattered all over the challenge arena disorderly.

Plus the blood that can't be cleaned, at a glance, the challenge arena is like a slaughterhouse.

Lu Ping, the mighty mountain tiger with a big knife, is the butcher covered with blood!

"OK, you lupin!"

Under the stage, a low roar came from the crowd in the high wind hall. The body jumped up and cut cross with double swords.

"I'll learn!"

Up to now, the two sides have been in the same situation. Someone took the initiative to fight on the stage without being presided over by others.

Several old Su's faces were dignified, but they didn't say anything to stop them.

It's useless to stop it.

This situation is also expected. As long as there is no uncontrolled scuffle, they will not take action.

Not long ago, two more bodies lay on their backs in the challenge arena.

perish together!

The bloody forces of the two sides will not stop. Some people jump into the challenge arena by themselves.

"Sun villain of the high wind hall, who will play?"

"Pang Kun, tiger gate, please give me some advice!"

"Die!"

"Kill!"

The roar was full of murder.

When Guo fan recovered from breathing adjustment and opened his eyes, there were three more bodies on his side not far away.

On the stage, the fighting is booming.

As he looked around the audience, his already pale face became darker and darker.

Compared with the younger generation, the older generation of the tiger clan are obviously inferior to each other.

Not only strength, but also manpower!

Even if it is the wheel battle, the first to consume the experts must be their fierce tiger gate.

This is obvious.

"Ke Ye."

The fierce tiger sect leader Yang Fengfu jumped into the challenge arena and pressed Fang Keye who wanted to do it with one hand.

"You take younger martial brother's body down and I'll come."

"Elder martial brother?"

Meng Keye's eyes opened.

The sect leader Yang Fengfu is the trump card of the tiger sect. Isn't it an active weakness to play at this time?

"Get down!"

Yang Fengfu's eyes sank and shook his sleeves to throw Meng Keye off the challenge arena.

Then his body was slightly sideways and looked directly at a man in the center of the wind hall.

"Brother Kong."

He stood with his hands down and said coldly, "why waste so much time? You and I might as well do it directly. How about it?"