Martial arts: start from copying the root bone

Chapter 75 0075: Shackles, Sikong Jue

The carriage was driving rapidly on the carriageway in Jiangzhou Fucheng.

Not long after, the carriage arrived in front of the Taizhen Martial Arts Hall.

Lu Changfeng and the two paid for the carriage.

Get off the car and step into the Taizhen Martial Arts Hall.

Led by the Taizhen Martial Arts disciples, Lu Changfeng and the two entered the waiting room, waited for a while, and then Sikong Jue stepped out.

Perhaps it was due to the recovery from the injury, Sikong Jue's complexion improved a lot.

"Brother Lu came today, but he chose to continue the competition with me today." Sikong Jue said with a slight smile.

Lu Changfeng leaned forward, reached out and pressed Sikong Jue's arm, "Are you really healed?"

The moment he touched Sikong Jue's body.

A copy prompt appeared on the interface in my mind.

Lu Changfeng directly chose Sikong Jue's frontal blood talent [0.5% of ancient Stegosaurus Dragon]!
"Warning! After copying this talent, there will be great physical changes!"

"The host will bear a certain amount of pain!"

"Do you choose to suspend the transmission?"

Lu Changfeng was slightly taken aback, this was the first time he encountered such a situation, "After the transmission is suspended, do I need to continue to contact Sikong Jue to copy?"

"No need to touch again, this interface has successfully copied the blood talent."

Lu Changfeng looked at his copying interval, and it turned into 49 days again, and the fourth copying opportunity of this year was used up.

"Suspension of transmission."

Lu Changfeng thought to himself, listening to the narration on the interface, copying the blood talent will have a big reaction to the body, and you still have to find a place where there is no one to copy it.

Lu Changfeng made a decision with many twists and turns in his mind. In fact, it seemed to Sikong Jue that he was only in a daze for two or three moments.

Sikong Jue replied: "Don't worry, my injury has healed, then let's go to the martial arts arena."

Lu Changfeng came to his senses, today's main task has been completed.

As for the competition, Lu Changfeng just used the excuse of the unfinished competition to complete the task.

Previously, at the seventh level of forging blood, Lu Changfeng could beat Sikong Jue.

Now Lu Changfeng has broken through to the eighth level of blood forging.

The outcome of the sparring with Sikong Jue is obvious.

However, acting to the end.

Lu Changfeng thought for a while, and said, "Don't go to the martial arts arena, let's find a place to compete in private."

When Sikongjue heard this, he glanced at Lu Changfeng gratefully. Lu Changfeng didn't want the results of the competition to be leaked.

As for winning or losing the competition, Si Kongjue himself didn't think he could beat Lu Changfeng without using his bloodline ability.

This time, he didn't intend to use the power of blood either.

"Then come with me."

Sikong Jue said.

He took a step forward and brought Lu Changfeng and the two to a smaller venue.

This is a private place allocated by Taizhen Martial Arts Hall for Sikong Jue's usual practice, and no one disturbs him.

"Brother Lu, let's start." Sikong Jue came to a distance and stood still.

Lu Changfeng slowly drew out the Qiushui sword.

The two have experienced the last battle, and they are already very proficient in each other.

"Shh!"

This time, it was Lu Changfeng who moved first.

The storm sword is added to the body.

In an instant, Lu Changfeng turned into a blue sword dragon and attacked Sikong Jue.

Sikong Jue's bluish-white sword intent added to his body, and he raised his sword to block it.

The two fought dozens of moves in the blink of an eye.

The strength shown by the two top blood-forging swordsmen.

Watching Teng Xiaofan's case, he couldn't stop talking. With such terrifying attack speed and strength, it's possible that no one would believe them if they were martial artists.

As Lu Changfeng devoured more and more swordsmanship, Lu Changfeng's no-movement copying became even more terrifying.

Every time you strike a sword, there are countless changes in the sword technique.

Obviously the last move is another unique sword technique, but the next move can suddenly become another unique move aimed at you.

The Sikong Jue who beat him was extremely uncomfortable, and the suppression was very painful.

This was the result of Lu Changfeng only using the seven levels of blood forging.

As the fight progressed, Lu Changfeng clearly felt that Sikong Jue was getting more and more uncomfortable.

And it can be seen that he has no intention of using the bloodline ability.

Lu Changfeng didn't keep his hand anymore, he used all his spare energy, and his sword speed increased greatly!Decided to end the competition!

When Lu Changfeng used all his strength, Sikong Jue's complexion changed drastically. He didn't expect that Lu Changfeng suppressed his strength just now.

In just a few days, Lu Changfeng had another breakthrough in his realm.

Sikong Jue barely blocked three sword strikes, but Lu Changfeng had already suppressed him with the strength and speed of the eighth level of forging blood. Suddenly, the sword was like the wind, and the long sword in Sikong Jue's hand was blown away.

"Brother Lu, your strength has greatly increased again, but you have broken through to the eighth level of blood forging?" Sikong Jue simply raised his hand to admit defeat and asked.

Lu Changfeng didn't hide anything, and nodded slightly, "It's a good luck to break through the eighth level of blood forging."

"Brother Lu's root talent is really extraordinary." Sikong Jue said in admiration.

What a fluke, he himself has been sleepy at the seventh level of blood forging for some years.

It is rare to hear of martial artists who can break through to the eighth level of blood forging before the age of 30 these days.

Lu Changfeng's root talent is indeed far beyond ordinary people.

"I'm not as talented as Brother Lu. I'm already prepared. If I pass this level, I will retreat and break through to the Yijin state." Sikong Jue said in a deep voice.

This pass?
Looking at Sikong Jue's expression, Lu Changfeng guessed that he was preparing for his return to the family.

"Proceed with caution, how can I help you within my ability?" Lu Changfeng could only say so.

With his current power and strength, it is still impossible for the Sikong family, one of the eight great martial arts families in the south of the Yangtze River, to let Sikong Jue go free.

The elders of the Broken Moon Sect, the masters behind the scenes, and the in-laws of the Taihong Society, these are not the strongest relationship of interests after all.

Unless Lu Changfeng uses the power of the Holy Demon Sect, then the martial arts world probably won't be able to accommodate him.

At least Lu Changfeng's identity can no longer be used.

"Don't worry, I don't need your help, Brother Lu, I have my own plan." Sikong Jue said in a concentrated voice, the murderous look in his eyes flashed away.

No one knew what Sikong Jue was planning.

"Then I'll take my leave first." Lu Changfeng said goodbye and left.

Ready to go back to the martial arts hall to fuse the copied blood talent.

"Goodbye." Sikong Jue waved goodbye and watched Lu Changfeng and the two leave.

On one side there is an extra figure, it is Taizhen Wuguan Yuanzhen with white beard and hair.

"Master, I really envy Brother Lu for being so free." Sikong Jue said, with real longing in his eyes.

If you can be as carefree as Lu Changfeng, without the shackles of blood on your body, and without the shackles of your family behind you, then you will be so happy.

"Have you made a plan?" Yuan Zhen sighed and asked.

He is just the owner of a martial arts school with a history of only a hundred years. Compared with the Sikong family, a family of martial arts that has been passed down for thousands of years, he is the difference between an ant and an elephant.

Therefore, he could only watch helplessly as his most outstanding disciple was thrown into the flames.

Sikong Jue opened the medicine bottle, took out a purple pill, and swallowed it with his head up.

"I have already taken the poison, if I don't take the antidote within three days, I will definitely die."

"Within three days, if Sikong Tuxiong doesn't give me the position of Patriarch, I won't take the antidote, so let this bloodline be cut off."

"Master, my disciple is leaving."

Sikong Jue's figure slowly stepped out of the martial arts hall, heading towards Sikong's house.

Yuan Zhen stood on the spot, leaned forward, and couldn't take that step after all.

The moment he stood still again, Yuan Zhen seemed to have aged dozens of years in an instant.

(End of this chapter)