Chapter 8: Intentional

The current purple sable, the clothes are full of blood, seemingly wolverine, but full of spirit, the eyes are sensational.

In addition to the recovery of the injury, Zhao Can also found that the purple scorpion has changed, and his body has an indescribable breath. This breath is like the breath of many strong people.

Zhao Can's chills, seeing the purple scorpion coming, the subconscious retreat a few steps, a little scared: "Purple, what are you doing?"

Purple eyes came snow, eyes staring at Zhao Can, cold and cold: "What do you say I want to do?"

"We are brothers, do you want to start with the brothers?" Zhao Can looked at the purple.

There is a sarcasm in the mouth of Zi Yan, saying: "Brothers are used to sell when there is interest. This is your famous saying."

Purple is step by step.

Seeing the purple scorpion coming, Zhao Can seems to see a strong man coming in, and his heart has even produced an invincible thought. His face is constantly changing, and one thought rises in his heart. Zhao Candao: "Purple What do you say willing to let me go."

Zhao Can stopped and stopped receding, but staring at the purple.

The purple cicada shook his head, cold and cold: "From the moment your weapon pierces my heart, the two of us are destined to die, not if you die or if I die."

“Don't you give me a chance?”

"Just as you shoot me, there is no reservation." Zi Yan said indifferently: "But I can give you a chance to take a shot first. Can you grasp it, it depends on your creation."

"Well, this is what you said." Zhao Can flashed a cold light in his eyes, and the short hair had been taken in his hands.

At this time, Zi Yan is also clenching his fists. The whole person seems to have entered a mysterious realm. It is like the momentum of the mountain king, and it is emitted from the purple body.

Zhao Can felt the repression. At this moment, the purple scorpion seemed to become a mountain, and the smell of the mountain like a mountain, he could not breathe.

On the body of Zi Yan, this breath is still growing, and Zhao Can’s pressure is getting bigger and bigger. In the end, the breath of the mountain like a mountain suddenly turned into a tiger, and Zhao Can at this moment, but it feels that he has become a prey in the eyes of the tiger, he only has to be forced to escape.

"Well, if I go on like this, I will not even have the courage to take the shot." Zhao Can suddenly bite his tongue, a faint **** spread from his mouth, stinging makes Zhao Can's spirit shock, three-step footwork Steps have appeared.

Holding a short squat, staring at the tiger's breath under the purple scorpion, like a poisonous snake, went to the attack of the purple scorpion.

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

Three-stream combat skills, the spirit of the sword.

Under the tremendous pressure of Zi Yan, Zhao Can actually realized the true meaning of the sword-sword method in the moment of his shot. The short shackles in his hand seemed to be turned into a poisonous snake at this moment, facing the vital parts of the tiger. The sly attack went away.

In the eyes of Zi Yan, the cold light flashed like the cold electricity in the tiger's eyes. Zhao Can's breakthrough made him unexpected, but he was far superior to Zhao Can for his insight into the true meaning of combat technology.

The double fist was wrong, and it was suddenly shot. The first type of the tiger's boxing has been played. The fierceness is fierce and swift. Then the purple boxing method is again received. One of the forces belonging to the mountain king appears, and the tiger screams the mountain.

This is the second time that Zi Yan has made a real blow, and the connection between the two is more perfect. The third style is released in an instant.

The tiger rushed to eat.

Under the boxing spirit of Zi Yan, Zhao Can seems to see a tiger, rushing toward him. Sen cold's claws have reached his chest, and the mouth of the blood basin has reached his head.

Such a strong and powerful blow directly scatters the poisonous snake that Zhao Can has just condensed, as if the tiger rushed away the poisonous snake and rushed toward Zhao Can.

After that, Zhao Can saw the endless silver light, quickly rushed toward himself, and wrapped himself in an instant...

Zi Yan stood in the same place, motionless, in front of him, Zhao Can is still motionless, as if everything just happened, it is an illusion.

"Peng!"

In the hands of Zhao Can, the three-stream weapon collapsed instantly and turned into pieces and fell to the ground. At the same time, Zhao Can, standing still, suddenly showed blood in the middle of the seven, and the body fell to the rear.

Zhao Can died.

Looking at Zhao Can who fell to the ground, the mood of Zi Yan is still very complicated. In just a few days, so many things happened. Many of the purple eyes are unable to adapt, but they killed Zhao Can, Zi Yan. There is no meaning of regret.

Fortunately, all the bad things are over.

But is it really over? Of course, there is no, Zi Yan took Zhao Can’s baggage and began to return to the original road. From the assessment of the sectarian disciples, there is still a period of time. During this time, Zi Yan does not intend go back.

Although he killed Zhao Can, it is equivalent to a five-layer blow of infuriating, but it is only equivalent to the real combat power. It is still incomparable to the inner-level disciple of the five-layered innocent, not to mention a Wang Xiong.

Wang Xiong, this person, is the strength of the eight-layered spirit. Among the inner disciples, he is very famous, and he has the second-rate combat skills. Whether it is strength or practice, he wins the purple.

If Zi Yan is going back now, he must be questioned by Wang Xiong. He must ask about the whereabouts of a 500-year-old snow ginseng, and he can't answer it. Wang Xiong is likely to kill himself.

Although there have been provisions in the sects, the disciples have banned any form of infighting, and they have not been able to kill each other. However, Zi Yan believes that Wang Xiong will kill himself and will not disturb the sectarian regulations.

In addition to Wang Xiong's own power in this respect, on the other hand, because Zi Yan has no tough background, it is just a helpless little guy.

.......

In a sheltered mountain rock pile, the purple scorpion sits cross-legged and quietly cultivates, and his consciousness once again enters the silver space.

In the silver space, the thunder and lightning juvenile appeared again. With the double fists clenched, an invisible king appeared, and in the opposite direction, Zi Yan also made fists in both hands, and the silver of the whole body surging, and the king's momentum emerged.

The two were far away, and then, the double fist was wrong, and the fierce tiger punch was shot. One after the other, lightning-like hits, like a stream of water, two roaring tigers appear, rushing toward both sides.

"Peng!"

In the silver space, a sudden explosion came out. Then, the tiger that the purple scorpion shot directly dissipated, and the tiger that the thunder and lightning boy played was rushing to the purple scorpion, breaking up the illusory body here. .

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

It’s been more than ten days since Zhao Can’s death. In the ten days, in addition to daily eating and drinking, Zi Yan is practicing the tiger’s boxing and the Tianlei quenching.

The instinct of the second floor, in the cultivation of these days, reached the peak of the second floor, only three steps away from the three layers of infuriating.

This cultivation speed, Zi Yan did not even think about it before.

"My fierce tiger fist has reached the Mahayana of true meaning, but I have not yet reached the point where I can move with my heart, but if I look at it a few times, I will be able to break through and reach the heart."

In the three days, Zi Yan has been practicing.

Among the silver spaces, the two teenagers stood opposite each other again.

"This time, I will not be defeated." Looking at the lightning bolt boy who is exactly the same as himself, Zi Zi is confident.

The thunder and lightning juveniles can't talk, just make a fist, and the momentum is skyrocketing, but in an instant, it seems to be a tiger.

If it was before, Zi Yan will be surprised, but in just a few dozen days, there have been hundreds of battles with the other side, and Zi Yan has long been eccentric.

Because the next moment, his momentum is also turned into a tiger.

“Hey!” “Hey!”

The roar of the two tigers rang, the heart moved at random, the move did not appear, but the momentum, it has surpassed the first style of the tiger, directly ignited the second style of roar.

The two people's breath is surprisingly similar, just like the same person, the attack is also in no particular order, two tigers, rushing toward each other.

The boxing wind collided in the air, causing a dull blow, a powerful impact, which made the purple scorpion retreat a dozen steps, but the body shape did not dissipate. In the face of the front, for more than a dozen days, the lightning teenager has remained motionless. It was also shaken back a dozen steps.

"Haha!"

Zixiao laughed, his fierce tiger fist, finally reached the point of intention and heart, finally perfect display, although it is a third-rate combat skills, but after perfect understanding of the true meaning, it is no better than the second-rate warfare.

Laughing purple, the idea moves, and withdraws from the silver space.

Outside, Zi Yan opened his eyes, there is a touch of joy in the eyes, Tian Lei quenched the body, in his own operation ~ www.readwn.com ~ absorb the heaven and earth aura...

Suddenly, the joy of the face of Zi Yan became ecstasy. I saw the aura of heaven and earth around me, suddenly surging, and then gathered from all directions with the purple enamel as the center.

"This is to break through."

The boxing method has just reached perfection, and the strength has once again broken through. The purple pipa is really ecstasy. The aura around the world, after being poured into the body, is absorbed by the heart. After refining the silver ball, it is again fed back from the heart.

The physique is changing, and the silvery instinct of Dantian is also changing.

Until the turbulent infuriating, once again calmed down, the purple enamel has broken through the three layers of infuriating, Dantian, is pure silver infuriating, and occasionally there is a trace of thunder in the walk.

Today's double breakthrough, Zi Yan's mood is great, ready to treat himself, but the hand touched the bag, suddenly found that the food is gone.

Food is the root of everything. Without food, sable can't live.

But now, the sable can't go back, so he only needs to get some food to eat. As for what to eat, a few days ago, the sable has been counted.

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

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

Three layers of infuriating, coupled with a strong body, perfect tiger punch, seems to be able to deal with a five-level beast.

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