Chapter 87: Martial arts

"Exit."

Zhong Wuyou snorted coldly.

He is the young owner of the Shadow Tower and the future successor of the Shadow Tower; he is also the tenth super genius on the Beishan list; the most watched and outstanding genius warrior in Beishan County.

He has the confidence to despise all warriors of the same age.

The surging true energy emanated from his body, and then passed into the towering tree martial soul.

However, Zi Yan did not disappear, and he still quickly burned his towering trees.

"How is it possible? What's the matter with Zi Yan?" Zhong Wuyou was surprised for the first time.

"Exit." He yelled again.

The zhenqi in the body increased a bit.

At this time, the purple inflammation slowly disappeared.

Xiao Yi looked at him coldly, and his heart was also surprised. Such a large range of purple inflammation was easily offset by him. This Zhong Wuyou did not seem to have gained a reputation. "

Xiao Yi was surprised, but Zhong Wuyou was no less surprised than him.

"Ordinary flames, I can easily dissipate them. But these purple inflammations actually consumed most of my true qi in my body before they dissipated."

Zhong Wuyou thought to himself, his face clearly showing warfare.

"Yi Xiao, this son originally wanted to save you half an hour's life. Since you can't find yourself happy and have to find your own way, don't blame this son."

Zhong Wuyou said in a cold voice, his true energy waved out, and the towering tree that had been burnt by the purple flames was restored to its original state.

The roots all over the sky flew again, and the nine long gray dragons condensed again.

Whoosh whoosh... countless fibrous roots strangling.

All the gravel, flowers and plants blocking the road along the way are cut into powder.

"Fire devouring a hundred blades." Xiao Yi yelled coldly, and dozens of fire blades shot out.

He did not use purple inflammation, but ordinary flame.

He didn't want to waste too much qi to deal with these ordinary roots.

Bang, bang,,

There was a burst of explosions, and all the roots were blown to pieces.

Seeing that his roots were destroyed, Zhong Wuyou didn't care at all. Instead, he said coldly, "Yi Xiao, don't tell me you only have this little ability."

"Looking at the fire blade you just released, at least it is a martial art of the Xuan-level. With your cultivation base, how many times can you release it?"

"And the roots of my towering tree are tens of millions. Can you destroy it?"

Although Zhong Wuyou had some fighting spirit, he still didn't put Xiao Yi in his eyes.

Xiao Yi sneered, "Zhong Wuyou, even if he has a million roots, what's the use if he can't reach me?"

As soon as the voice fell, Xiao Yi's figure disappeared out of thin air.

Must be roots, densely calling.

But his figure is constantly interspersed in the gap, and the roots can't even touch his body.

Zhong Wuyou's face changed, "What a fast speed and a keen combat response."

At this time, Zhong Wuyou waved his hand, and nine long gray dragons came out.

...

On the other side, hundreds of warriors stared at the battle in a daze.

"Young Master Wuyou is so strong, even one of his roots is enough to smash the innate martial artist."

"Thousands of roots, I am afraid that the innate nine-layer warriors will not be spared. If we wait for the warriors in the roots, I am afraid that no matter how many people there are, we will definitely die.

"Although Na Yi Xiao is not weak, his speed is extremely fast, and his body is sensitive. However, under the nine pillars of beard, I am afraid it will be difficult to resist."

.....

On Xiao Yi's side, looking at the nine long gray dragons that had attacked, the purple inflammation on his hands condensed again.

These nine long gray dragons were transformed by countless fibrous roots of towering trees, and should be the strongest attack method of this martial soul. One hit, even the Nine Innate Martial Artists were shot to death, and Dong Xuan was seriously injured for half a step.

He naturally did not dare to underestimate the enemy.

Hiss... Ziyan once again surrounded the nine long gray dragons.

This time, Zhong Wuyou was also indifferent, and immediately offset it with infuriating energy.

Before, Xiao Yi didn't release many purple inflammations. It was just burning on towering trees and spreading rapidly. It burned more and more intensely, changing from sporadic fires to raging fires.

Last time, Zhong Wuyou spent most of his true energy to completely offset such a large range of purple inflammation.

This time, he naturally wouldn't let it go.

Otherwise, the true energy in the body will run out, and he will lose without a fight.

The purple inflammation dissipated, and the nine long gray dragons attacked quickly with the potential to destroy everything. If there is no accident, Xiao Yi will be easily swallowed and Xiao Yi will be killed.

"Huh." Xiao Yi snorted coldly, and the flame gloves appeared in his hand.

Suddenly, purple flames all over the sky appeared out of nowhere, wrapped nine long gray dragons and burned them to ashes.

If you rely solely on your own true energy, you will definitely not be able to condense so many purple inflammations at once.

But the power in the Flame Gloves can.

After all, Zhong Wuyou is Zhong Wuyou, and his cultivation alone is already a half-step Dongxuan.

But Xiao Yi, the real cultivation base is only the innate triple layer, only relying on various means to achieve the strength of the half-step Dongxuan.

He can only use spirit weapons at this time.

At the same time, he was also secretly vigilant. Since leaving the Xiao family, apart from the Sky Star Thunder Crocodile, this Zhong Wuyou is definitely the strongest enemy he has ever seen.

Of course, it's not Xiao Yi's poor talent. After all, really counting, he has only been in this world for a few months, and the time for real cultivation is only a few months.

As for Zhong Wuyou, he was cultivated under the massive resources of the Shadow Tower since he was a child, and he was naturally amazing.

.....

On the other side, a group of warriors exclaimed, "The attack of Prince Wuyou has been eliminated. It is a spiritual tool, and Yi Xiao actually has a spiritual tool."

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On the side of Zhong Wuyou, watching the nine long gray dragons being destroyed, he laughed, "Yi Xiao, are you finally going to use the spirit weapon?"

"Do you think you are the only one who has a spirit weapon?"

As soon as the words fell, countless roots came out of nowhere.

However, this time, a sharp long sword appeared above each root.

When a thousand roots dance, it is a thousand long swords.

Xiao Yi's face was full of solemnity, and each of the breaths on these long swords put a lot of pressure on him.

Even the dance of every fibrous root is no less than the full blow of the gray dragon just now.

Zhong Wuyou can already crush all Banbu Dong Xuanwu practitioners with this hand alone.

Even the four major killers who were incapable and impermanent before, in front of these thousand swords, they would definitely be strangled into a pile of flesh if they could not last ten seconds.

Zhong Wuyou proudly said, "The name of this sword calls a thousand shadows, and it is a middle-grade spiritual weapon. You can die under this young master's trick, and it is also your honor for Yi Xiao."

"twist."

Zhong Wuyou waved his big hand, and thousands of long swords strangled under the dancing of the roots.

Every magic weapon has its special function.

Like flame gloves, it greatly increases the power of flames.

The Thousand Shadow Sword can transform into thousands.

The middle-grade spirit weapon was again under the control of the towering blue martial arts tree. The strangulation of these thousand long swords is terribly powerful.

However, Xiao Yi is still not afraid.

"It is rumored that you Zhong Wushou is arrogant and arrogant, and now it seems that it is true."

Xiao Yi sneered, the purple flame in the sky leaned out in his hand.

Zi Yan formed a light curtain as large as a hundred feet, resisting in front of him.

The thousand long swords were blocked by the purple flame light curtain.

The fibrous roots were burned into nothingness in an instant, even the long sword, quickly melted under the purple inflammation, and finally dissipated.

"How is it possible?" Zhong Wuyou's face changed drastically, "The Thousand Shadow Sword is a middle-grade spiritual weapon, how can it be melted by Ziyan."

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On the other side, the hundreds of warriors who watched the battle were also taken aback, "Zi Yan, it is Yi Xiao's Zi Yan again. It was this move just now, which forced Young Master Wuyou to challenge."

"Now, even the powerful attack of Mr. Wuyou is helpless in front of Zi Yan?"

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"Zhong Wuyou, I said earlier that you don't have to wait for half an hour, it will only waste my time." Xiao Yi said lightly, and with a big wave of his hand, the sky full of purple flames burned the towering tree completely.

Then turned around, ready to leave.

The amethyst spirit flame, burning all things, is a sacred fire that the warriors of the earth element realm dare not resist.

Although the middle-grade spirit weapon is strong, it cannot withstand it.

Xiao Yi's weakness lies in his cultivation, and with his own true energy, he can release a dozen purple inflammations at most.

If that day, he could release Ziyan endlessly, he would surely run rampant in Beishan County.

Of course, if you want to reach that level, you must at least achieve a level of cultivation above the Profound Realm.

Speaking of it, I don't know how the Kuangxue Xuanjun killed such powerful monsters as the Purple Flame Lion King and took the blood.

You know, the Purple Flame Lion King is a ruthless character who walks sideways at the level of the Earth Element Realm.

Closer to home, with the help of the flame gloves, Xiao Yi was able to release this purple flame in the sky.

But this does not mean that he can now release Ziyan endlessly.

The power of the spirit weapon will also be exhausted, and this is just a low-grade spirit weapon.

But, obviously, dealing with Zhong Wuyou now is enough to overcome even without exhausting the power of the spirit weapon.

"Stop." Zhong Wuyou yelled coldly.

"Why, something else?" Xiao Yi asked faintly without looking back.

Zhong Wuyou gritted his teeth and said coldly, "Yi Xiao, do you think you won? And can you win so easily?"

"In Beishan County, no one dares to despise me so much. Even the other geniuses in the top ten of Beishan County dare not say that they will win me."

"You, an originally unknown kid, who suddenly became famous as a demon hunter, have any qualifications to say win in front of me."

Xiao Yi frowned, and suddenly felt that a terrifying force behind him was rapidly gathering.

"Thousand Shadows Sword, hell."

Zhong Wuyou shouted, thousands of long swords that had already melted appeared out of thin air, and then merged into a real Thousand Shadow Sword.

"Earth-level martial arts, Shadow Qianren."