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Chapter 149 The Strength of the Seventh Grade (Fifth update! Ask for a subscription, ask for a monthly pass!)

Zhao Xun smiled slightly, and the Ming Hong Dao, which was filled with endless arrogance, slashed across a semicircle.

The Canglang Sword Art emphasizes making the best use of the situation and adapting to changing circumstances, and does not emphasize fixed moves.

In response to different situations, Zhao Xun can make targeted adjustments.

This is in line with Shanchang's advocacy of education without discrimination.

He has been comprehending the Canglang Saber Technique these days. Although he has been promoted to the seventh rank because of this, he has never used it in actual combat after all, and he is somewhat uncertain in his heart.

You must know that there is a huge gap between theory and practice. Zhao Xun doesn't want to talk about it on paper and work behind closed doors.

In this way, when practicing knife skills, you will develop hallucinations.

Now there is a mandrill delivered to the door, Zhao Xun just took the opportunity to practice his hand.

What surprised Zhao Xun was that this mandrill was stronger than he had imagined.

Zhao Xun's sudden knife was unexpectedly dodged by the mandrill.

Zhao Xun was furious, and chased after him with all his strength, and at the same time, he summoned white dragons to chase and intercept the mandrill.

The third senior brother Long Qingquan on the side watched quietly, and didn't intend to help.

He believed that his junior brother could subdue this mandrill alone.

He basically wouldn't make a move unless it was extremely dangerous, or when the younger brother's life was in danger.

The Sixth Senior Brother and the Tenth Senior Brother also started the mode of watching a movie and eating melons.

The head of the mountain often told them that the little junior brother is a rare spiritual genius who is rare in thousands of years, and today they want to see what is so special about the little junior brother.

As for Jia Xingwen and Wangcai, they couldn't help even if they wanted to.

Jia Xingwen is an eighth-rank martial artist, and his strength is significantly different from this mandrill.If he forcibly enters the arena at this moment, instead of helping Zhao Xun, it may become a drag.

Zhao Xun might have let go of his hands and feet and had a hearty battle with the mandrill, but because of Jia Xingwen's entrance, he had to be distracted to take care of Jia Xingwen.

As for Wangcai, let alone, it is simply powerless, and it is completely a drag.

So they chose not to act and watch from the sidelines, and silently supported Zhao Xun in their hearts.

Zhao Xun is actually very confident in his heart.

The feeling of seventh-rank and eighth-rank is indeed very different.

Let’s talk about the Confucian seven-grade sincerity realm, the essence of this realm is that you can recite poems, and create some help based on the content of the recited poems.

For example, if Zhao Xun recited a poem about a chivalrous man, a chivalrous man would be born.

Zhao Xun recites a frontier poem, and a general will appear to help him.

However, the duration of the assistance is very short, at most it lasts for a stick of incense.

"Winning the bow is like pulling the strong!"

Zhao Xun groaned casually.

The awe-inspiring breath in the sea of ​​consciousness surged up for a while, and spurted out from the primordial spirit, forming an archer in a phantom state.

The archer was holding a huge golden bow in his hand, aiming at the mandrill to fully charge, and then released it with a bang.

But seeing a huge golden arrow whizzing out in the wind, it went straight towards the mandrill.

How could the mandrill expect Zhao Xun to have such a unique move, and he was stunned for a moment.

In a blink of an eye, it made several vertical leaps in an attempt to avoid the arrows.

Compared with other ghosts and monsters, mandrills have the advantage of flexibility.

Living in the mountains and forests all year round has already allowed them to refine powerful, flexible and vigorous skills.

But at this moment, the mandrill's flexibility seemed to have become sluggish.It moved half a beat slower, and the arrow followed like a shadow, no matter which direction the mandrill fled, the arrow would follow closely.

puff!
But after hearing a muffled sound, the golden arrow shot directly from the back of the mandrill's ridge, and the powerful Qi machine tore apart the muscles on the mandrill's back.

Haoran Qi was injected quickly from the wound, dispelling the sinister aura in the mandrill's body.

Ah!
The mandrill let out a scream, and then fell from the sky.

No one can keep their balance under these conditions, not even a mandrill.

It fell heavily, and it fell so badly that stares appeared in its eyes.

Jiaolong rushed to it immediately, biting the unlucky ghost fiercely.

Seeing that the mandrill had been subdued, Zhao Xun quickly stepped forward and put Ming Hong's saber on the mandrill's neck.

"Say, do you have any friends?"

Zhao Xun must first determine whether the mandrill committed the crime alone or in a gang.

If the former, then you're done.

If it's the latter, don't take it lightly.

"Just me. Hiss..."

The white flood dragon tore off a whole piece of flesh from the mandrill, and the painful mandrill bared its teeth and writhed.

Zhao Xun signaled Jiaolong not to use force.

The spirit beast understood what Zhao Xun meant, and immediately let go.

"Why did you attack the villagers of Taoyuan Village?"

"For...for eating meat and drinking blood."

The mandrill knew that it was unlucky for him to meet an expert, who was far superior in strength, blessed with a powerful magic weapon, and assisted by a ferocious spirit beast. He had no possibility of escape, so he could only tell the truth.

Zhao Xun frowned.

This fellow is really sincere.

"Aren't mandrills non-eating?"

"I accidentally tasted the flesh and blood of a man who went up the mountain to collect herbs. It was very delicious, and it has been out of control since then."

When the mandrill said these words, saliva flowed out from the corner of its mouth instinctively, and greedy gazes appeared in its eyes.

"That being the case, there is nothing much to say."

"If you eat people, you have to pay the price."

Zhao Xun held Ming Hong Dao and quickly slashed across the mandrill's neck.

The mandrill's neck is covered with thick scales and cuticles, and it is difficult for ordinary sharp weapons to hurt them, but the Minghong knife in Zhao Xun's hand is a divine weapon, and with the blessing of awe-inspiring energy, it cut the mandrill's neck easily , slit its throat.

Uh, uh.
Mandrill's eyes were full of surprise and unwillingness.

Zhao Xun didn't give it a chance to say his last words, but took advantage of the situation and directly cut off its head.

Green blood spurted out from the mandrill's neck, splashing Zhao Xun all over.

Zhao Xun frowned, thinking that the clothes in his heart had to be washed again, but this was Zhou Yicheng's business, Zhao Xun only needed to hand over the clothes to the postmen in Qingyun Station.

The academy youth troupe who had been eating melons walked forward slowly.

Third Senior Brother Long Qingquan clapped his hands and applauded: "Junior Junior Brother's martial arts are getting more and more exquisite now. It's just that he still needs to sharpen his fighting skills, and he will become a great weapon in time."

From Long Qingquan's point of view, Zhao Xun was not a natural genius in martial arts, otherwise he would not have to wash his marrow to enter the martial arts system.

But Zhao Xun's Wenquxing physique gave him a strong learning ability.

What is more powerful about Zhao Xun is that he can integrate martial arts, culture, and Taoism into one.

In this case, with the integration of the three major systems of skills, Zhao Xun can learn from each other's strengths to make up for its weaknesses, and there is no weakness to speak of.

Facts have proved that practitioners who have no shortcomings in actual combat are very powerful.

This mandrill has at least the strength of a seventh-rank cultivator, but in the hands of Zhao Xun, who is of the same rank, he can't last for a stick of incense.

The strength of the three cultivation powerhouses is terrifying.

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(End of this chapter)