Chapter 177 True Martial Arts, Destroying Demons "3 More"
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Feng Qi Yue
Even if there is no system to accelerate the breakthrough.
Chu Xiu's comprehension is also at the level of evildoers.
Otherwise, before rebirth, the name of Old Demon Chu would not be possible.
one day.
Two days.
three days...
Until the fourth day, the second group of people climbed the golden leaves.
The two men recovered from the state of enlightenment...
: "As expected of the Enlightenment Stone... the effect needle does not poke."
The brilliance in Chu Xiu's eyes was flowing, and he had practiced the 36 moves of Zhenwu to the point of being "perfect".
It has reached the level where it can be used against the enemy.
There were four people who came, all of them were from the demon clan.
The leader is a guy with a tiger's head.
Fierce.
Wearing animal skins, with a furry upper body, and holding a ghost-headed sword, he is imposing.
; "Tsk..."
: "How come there are races here, it's really unlucky."
: "Let's kill it."
A monster next to him reminded in a low voice:
: "Wang Shanjun, those are Taisu's son Chuxiu and Yaochi's saint."
: "It's not easy to mess with."
The tiger demon's gong-like eyes narrowed slightly.
grimace in pain.
The evil spirit of blood formed a substantial vortex, flying the golden grass under his feet.
With a grin, he disappeared in place.
The next moment, he was already in front of Chu Xiu.
: "What happened to the Son of Taisu? The one who killed was the Son of Taisu."
The ghost-headed sword slashed head-on.
He was about to split him in half from top to bottom.
The last time the holy body crossed the catastrophe, the monsters and barbarians teamed up to attack Tai Suzi, and they hoped that a holy king would fall from the mountain.
It's his grandpa...
Meeting the Lord today, of course he will not let go of the opportunity to take revenge.
The big knife picked up a strong wind, which made Chu Xiu's hair dance wildly.
He was still cross-legged, didn't get up, and didn't dodge, as if he was stunned.
Just when the other three Wangshan monsters thought he was about to be slashed and killed, the saintess of Yaochi was about to strike too.
Chu Xiu moved.
I saw him, slowly raised his right hand, index finger, and tapped lightly on the blade.
Zhenwu 36 forms, the seventh form——Zhenwu Break.
Clang block———
Gold and iron chirping.
The air burst surged in all directions.
Blowing Chuxiu's hair, stirring his robe...
Wangshanjun's tiger's mouth was split open, blood flew, and the ghost-headed sword almost fell out of his hand.
Back several thousand meters, two deep marks were plowed under the feet...
The first move of the two sides collided, and the judgment was decided.
With a single finger...repel Wangshan Jun, the overlord of the monster clan, Wangshan's favored son of heaven, thousands of meters away...
hiss...
The three Wangshan Yaozu gasped.
Eyes full of horror.
Wang Shanjun's right hand holding the knife trembled involuntarily.
Not fear.
Just that moment of collision.
The meridians of his right arm were mostly shattered by Qi Jin...
Chu Xiu stood up slowly.
Tall and straight, with black hair like a waterfall, and a black robe.
His eyes are deep and his face is soft.
Like Ximo Buddha, he is merciful and merciful.
There are dense streaks under the feet, pulling out tens of thousands of afterimages.
The first form of Zhenwu, Zhenwu Baoshan.
He is suspended above Wangshanjun's head, with his arms outstretched, as if embracing the whole world.
next moment.
A phantom of a gigantic mountain with a height of tens of thousands of feet emerged.
Looking down, the tiger suppresses and goes away.
Wang Shanjun's pupils contracted, and he switched the knife to his left hand.
Supernatural powers and swordsmanship, mountain-breaking style.
hum ——
A bloody knife mark slashed up against the phantom of the mountain.
Boom————
The mountain exploded and the knife marks dissipated.
Chu Xiu is like a martial god alive.
If one move fails, the second move follows one after another, and the connection is extremely smooth.
The left hand pinches the formula, the second style of Zhenwu: Covering the sea.
Body like a ghost.
Post it in front of Mr. Wangshan.
The golden right palm rolled up with the intention of endless killing, and it was like the sea was overturned, and it was pressed away.
Invincible courage, unparalleled awe, staring at everything.
Wang Shanjun was helpless, he wanted to dodge, but his speed was far inferior to Chu Xiu.
Had no choice but to go ahead.
Kaka Kaka....
The palm print has not hit yet.
The wind pressure crushed his bones and exploded...
Bang, bang———
A palm slammed on his blade.
Wang Shanjun opened his mouth and sprayed out blood, like a kite with a broken string, it flew upside down for dozens of miles.
Chu Xiu's face was soft and his treasure was solemn.
Stepping on the secret of Xingzi, a few dodged to catch up with Wangshan Jun who had not yet landed.
Stretched out his right hand, like a black dragon going out to sea, and grabbed his neck.
The sixth form of Zhenwu, Zhenwu · Capture the Dragon.
With domineering vigor, along Chu Xiu's arm, he rushed into Wang Shanjun's body.
Crack.. Crack Crack...
what----
Wang Shanjun screamed.
Shaking the golden leaves trembling...
:"stop...."
The three followers wanted to stop them, but it was too late.
I saw the tiger's body twisted like a snake.
Senbai's bones pierced the skin and were broken inch by inch.
The physical body collapsed and disintegrated, and the internal organs turned into blood gushing out.
Wang Shanjun's spirit rushed out from the brow-centered altar in time... wanting to escape.
But Chu Xiu raised his hand and held it.
: "Chuxiu stop... If you dare to hurt Lord Wangshan, Lord Wangshan will never spare you..."
A monster with fox ears was scared to death.
Hastily made a threat, for fear that Chu Xiu would kill the tiger.
No one expected that Chu Xiu would be so strong...
A few can't breathe.
With four moves, Wang Shanjun's physical body will be destroyed, and his soul will be captured.
Why is Wang Shanjun at the level of Tian Yaozi... Was he easily crushed like this?
It's unbelievable...
unbelievable.
In Chu Xiu's left hand, he held Wang Shanjun's tiger-headed and tiger-headed spirit.
Long black hair automatically without wind.
: "This Taoist brother of the human race, can you let this little cat go?"
A mature and charming voice came.
Hear the sound and look.
The woman is tall and slender, wearing a tight black leather jacket, with a curvy body and a hot figure...
Behind him is a long tail, swinging from side to side.
At the tip of the tail, there is a pink heart-shaped piece of meat as thin as a leaf.
Fair skin, attractive appearance, and a pair of curved horns on her first birth, adding a strange beauty to her.
: "Infernal Purgatory, Charming Demon Qianye, I have met Brother Dao."
Charming Yao bowed far away to Chu Xiu, with a charming smile and eye-catching glances, captivating people's hearts.
: "Miss Chiba, help me..."
The soul was held in Chu Xiu's hands, Wang Shanjun was no longer as arrogant as before.
At this moment, I feel extremely regretful in my heart.
Damn, if I had known, this human race is so powerful, so I wouldn't provoke him.
How could the Dao Palace Realm be so strong? He is a pervert, and he feels perverted...
: "Brother Dao, let him go, Qianye owes you a favor, how about it."
Charming Demon Chiba smiled charmingly.
Chu Xiu turned his head and looked at her with calm eyes.
With a strong left hand, the holy flame burned.
Squeezed Wang Shanjun's soul to death, without even screaming,
Slowly spread out his hands, his soul was ashes, and the fluorescence dissipated.
The corners of his mouth curled up and he sneered:
: "What are you, your favor is very valuable?"
: "Seeing that you are quite familiar with him, then let's die together. It just happens to be a companion on the road to Huangquan."
There were dense streaks under his feet, and the figure disappeared in place, and he had already arrived in front of Charming Demon Qianye.
The index finger of the right hand sticks out and points towards the center of his eyebrows.
It takes an instant to break through the altar and kill its soul.
Strong and domineering, without mercy.
Chu Xiu's comprehension is also at the level of evildoers.
Otherwise, before rebirth, the name of Old Demon Chu would not be possible.
one day.
Two days.
three days...
Until the fourth day, the second group of people climbed the golden leaves.
The two men recovered from the state of enlightenment...
: "As expected of the Enlightenment Stone... the effect needle does not poke."
The brilliance in Chu Xiu's eyes was flowing, and he had practiced the 36 moves of Zhenwu to the point of being "perfect".
It has reached the level where it can be used against the enemy.
There were four people who came, all of them were from the demon clan.
The leader is a guy with a tiger's head.
Fierce.
Wearing animal skins, with a furry upper body, and holding a ghost-headed sword, he is imposing.
; "Tsk..."
: "How come there are races here, it's really unlucky."
: "Let's kill it."
A monster next to him reminded in a low voice:
: "Wang Shanjun, those are Taisu's son Chuxiu and Yaochi's saint."
: "It's not easy to mess with."
The tiger demon's gong-like eyes narrowed slightly.
grimace in pain.
The evil spirit of blood formed a substantial vortex, flying the golden grass under his feet.
With a grin, he disappeared in place.
The next moment, he was already in front of Chu Xiu.
: "What happened to the Son of Taisu? The one who killed was the Son of Taisu."
The ghost-headed sword slashed head-on.
He was about to split him in half from top to bottom.
The last time the holy body crossed the catastrophe, the monsters and barbarians teamed up to attack Tai Suzi, and they hoped that a holy king would fall from the mountain.
It's his grandpa...
Meeting the Lord today, of course he will not let go of the opportunity to take revenge.
The big knife picked up a strong wind, which made Chu Xiu's hair dance wildly.
He was still cross-legged, didn't get up, and didn't dodge, as if he was stunned.
Just when the other three Wangshan monsters thought he was about to be slashed and killed, the saintess of Yaochi was about to strike too.
Chu Xiu moved.
I saw him, slowly raised his right hand, index finger, and tapped lightly on the blade.
Zhenwu 36 forms, the seventh form——Zhenwu Break.
Clang block———
Gold and iron chirping.
The air burst surged in all directions.
Blowing Chuxiu's hair, stirring his robe...
Wangshanjun's tiger's mouth was split open, blood flew, and the ghost-headed sword almost fell out of his hand.
Back several thousand meters, two deep marks were plowed under the feet...
The first move of the two sides collided, and the judgment was decided.
With a single finger...repel Wangshan Jun, the overlord of the monster clan, Wangshan's favored son of heaven, thousands of meters away...
hiss...
The three Wangshan Yaozu gasped.
Eyes full of horror.
Wang Shanjun's right hand holding the knife trembled involuntarily.
Not fear.
Just that moment of collision.
The meridians of his right arm were mostly shattered by Qi Jin...
Chu Xiu stood up slowly.
Tall and straight, with black hair like a waterfall, and a black robe.
His eyes are deep and his face is soft.
Like Ximo Buddha, he is merciful and merciful.
There are dense streaks under the feet, pulling out tens of thousands of afterimages.
The first form of Zhenwu, Zhenwu Baoshan.
He is suspended above Wangshanjun's head, with his arms outstretched, as if embracing the whole world.
next moment.
A phantom of a gigantic mountain with a height of tens of thousands of feet emerged.
Looking down, the tiger suppresses and goes away.
Wang Shanjun's pupils contracted, and he switched the knife to his left hand.
Supernatural powers and swordsmanship, mountain-breaking style.
hum ——
A bloody knife mark slashed up against the phantom of the mountain.
Boom————
The mountain exploded and the knife marks dissipated.
Chu Xiu is like a martial god alive.
If one move fails, the second move follows one after another, and the connection is extremely smooth.
The left hand pinches the formula, the second style of Zhenwu: Covering the sea.
Body like a ghost.
Post it in front of Mr. Wangshan.
The golden right palm rolled up with the intention of endless killing, and it was like the sea was overturned, and it was pressed away.
Invincible courage, unparalleled awe, staring at everything.
Wang Shanjun was helpless, he wanted to dodge, but his speed was far inferior to Chu Xiu.
Had no choice but to go ahead.
Kaka Kaka....
The palm print has not hit yet.
The wind pressure crushed his bones and exploded...
Bang, bang———
A palm slammed on his blade.
Wang Shanjun opened his mouth and sprayed out blood, like a kite with a broken string, it flew upside down for dozens of miles.
Chu Xiu's face was soft and his treasure was solemn.
Stepping on the secret of Xingzi, a few dodged to catch up with Wangshan Jun who had not yet landed.
Stretched out his right hand, like a black dragon going out to sea, and grabbed his neck.
The sixth form of Zhenwu, Zhenwu · Capture the Dragon.
With domineering vigor, along Chu Xiu's arm, he rushed into Wang Shanjun's body.
Crack.. Crack Crack...
what----
Wang Shanjun screamed.
Shaking the golden leaves trembling...
:"stop...."
The three followers wanted to stop them, but it was too late.
I saw the tiger's body twisted like a snake.
Senbai's bones pierced the skin and were broken inch by inch.
The physical body collapsed and disintegrated, and the internal organs turned into blood gushing out.
Wang Shanjun's spirit rushed out from the brow-centered altar in time... wanting to escape.
But Chu Xiu raised his hand and held it.
: "Chuxiu stop... If you dare to hurt Lord Wangshan, Lord Wangshan will never spare you..."
A monster with fox ears was scared to death.
Hastily made a threat, for fear that Chu Xiu would kill the tiger.
No one expected that Chu Xiu would be so strong...
A few can't breathe.
With four moves, Wang Shanjun's physical body will be destroyed, and his soul will be captured.
Why is Wang Shanjun at the level of Tian Yaozi... Was he easily crushed like this?
It's unbelievable...
unbelievable.
In Chu Xiu's left hand, he held Wang Shanjun's tiger-headed and tiger-headed spirit.
Long black hair automatically without wind.
: "This Taoist brother of the human race, can you let this little cat go?"
A mature and charming voice came.
Hear the sound and look.
The woman is tall and slender, wearing a tight black leather jacket, with a curvy body and a hot figure...
Behind him is a long tail, swinging from side to side.
At the tip of the tail, there is a pink heart-shaped piece of meat as thin as a leaf.
Fair skin, attractive appearance, and a pair of curved horns on her first birth, adding a strange beauty to her.
: "Infernal Purgatory, Charming Demon Qianye, I have met Brother Dao."
Charming Yao bowed far away to Chu Xiu, with a charming smile and eye-catching glances, captivating people's hearts.
: "Miss Chiba, help me..."
The soul was held in Chu Xiu's hands, Wang Shanjun was no longer as arrogant as before.
At this moment, I feel extremely regretful in my heart.
Damn, if I had known, this human race is so powerful, so I wouldn't provoke him.
How could the Dao Palace Realm be so strong? He is a pervert, and he feels perverted...
: "Brother Dao, let him go, Qianye owes you a favor, how about it."
Charming Demon Chiba smiled charmingly.
Chu Xiu turned his head and looked at her with calm eyes.
With a strong left hand, the holy flame burned.
Squeezed Wang Shanjun's soul to death, without even screaming,
Slowly spread out his hands, his soul was ashes, and the fluorescence dissipated.
The corners of his mouth curled up and he sneered:
: "What are you, your favor is very valuable?"
: "Seeing that you are quite familiar with him, then let's die together. It just happens to be a companion on the road to Huangquan."
There were dense streaks under his feet, and the figure disappeared in place, and he had already arrived in front of Charming Demon Qianye.
The index finger of the right hand sticks out and points towards the center of his eyebrows.
It takes an instant to break through the altar and kill its soul.
Strong and domineering, without mercy.
