Doomsday cultivation system

Li Xinyu's current middle-level strength of a third-level warrior has a hundred times the strength of ordinary people, and he is also a fifth-level monk in the Qi refining stage.

This blow is almost the embodiment of Li Xinyu's strongest strength, and it contains earth-shattering energy.

What about the "King Kong" talent?Even if it could increase the bald elder's defense by [-]%, it still couldn't withstand Li Xinyu's blow.

"Huh, huh..."

Under Li Xinyu's powerful pressure, the bald elder breathed heavily, his body was trembling and he couldn't move at all, he could only watch helplessly as the ax blade became bigger and bigger in his field of vision.

I saw a cloud of black energy smoke wrapping around the huge battle axe, rushing toward us!

"You can't kill me!"

The bald elder shouted in horror, "I am a senior elder of the Heroes Association. If you kill me, you are fighting against the entire gang!"

It's a pity that Li Xinyu didn't make a sound, but answered him with practical actions.Not only did the ax not slow down, but it accelerated a lot. !

Bang!

puff!

The black battle ax glowing with a dark red light slashed heavily on the top of the bald elder's head, and the golden-hard skin became like paper at this moment.

The blade of the ax pierced the bald elder's spiritual cover, and the mighty trend was not hindered at all. The strong inertia made it continue to sink, and directly split the bald elder in half.

Bang!

Li Xinyu knelt down on one knee in the middle of the road, and the ground made a loud noise like a crack, and a cobweb-like gap opened with him as the center, with a radius of about two meters.

In this case, it is also because Li Xinyu is in a human form in a smoky state.If you exit the "magic" talent restores the entity.I'm afraid the scene will be even more shocking!

All was quiet.I really answered that sentence, I could even hear a needle drop on the ground.

"Haha, great!"

At this time, the braided young man first broke the silence and let out a hearty laugh. He gave Li Xinyu a thumbs up and said in admiration, "You really didn't disappoint me! You are lucky to have adopted a useless grandson!"

Tang Pengpeng led the seven younger brothers, the old king and that woman, and killed the thirty or forty members of the Qunyinghui, mainly because Tang Pengpeng could no longer hide his strength after the battle.

He is the peak strength of a first-level warrior.Then turn on the talent of "Frenzied War", killing those heroes will be as easy as chopping melons and vegetables.

"Yu..."

Tang Pengpeng saw that Li Xinyu had such power under one blow, he shouted out the word "Yu" excitedly, and quickly changed his words, "Cooperating with Brother Long, it's really gratifying!"

Old Wang with half a head of white hair was covered in blood all over his body, and his heart was extremely shocked, Li Dalong actually slaughtered the bald elder!

"Am I not mistaken? The bald elder of the third-level warrior is dead!" After a short period of calm, the crowd finally became lively again.

"Yeah, I thought that after one of the two of them was defeated, they would be seriously injured at most. I didn't expect it to be so tragic!"

"What's the name of that foreign boy? In the future, his name will definitely enter the provincial master list! The potential is limitless!"

"I remember he said his name was Li Dalong, it really is Dalong!"

"It's hard to say. A strong dragon will not overwhelm a local snake, and the heroes will have a deep foundation in the provincial capital, and there will definitely be revenge in the future."

……

The awakened warriors watching expressed their emotions one after another, and suddenly one person said: "I remember someone made a bet just now, and the loser will call the other party's grandfather."

"Haha, I remember that too!"

……

After seeing the two mid-level energy spars, many people envied and wished to bet against the short-haired middle-aged and braided youths, but now everyone is gloating and booing.

The middle-aged man with short hair had a complex look on his face, as if countless five-flavored bottles had been knocked over in his heart. He tentatively looked up at the young man with braids, wanting to ask for mercy.

Although dignity is worthless in the last days, the middle-aged man with short hair is a little hesitant when he really has to kneel down.

But before the middle-aged man with short hair opened his mouth, a sharp light suddenly shot out from the eyes of the young man with braids, which contained countless murderous auras, as if as long as the middle-aged man with short hair broke the contract, he would violently kill people.

The short-haired middle-aged man trembled, and fell to his knees involuntarily. When the braided young man looked away, his back was drenched in cold sweat.

"Grandpa, grandpa, grandpa, grandpa..."

After realizing the huge gap in strength between the young man with the braids, the middle-aged man with short hair lowered his head like a young monk knocking on a wooden fish. He only cared about calling grandpa in panic, but forgot the three-tone agreement in his heart.

"Haha, good grandson, you are so obedient!"

The young man with braids was amused, he touched his nose and threw out a mid-level energy spar. He couldn't help but smile and said, "This is a gift from grandpa. Learn to be more discerning in the future. Stop looking down on people with dog eyes!"

"Ah! No, there will be rewards even if you lose!"

"Fuck, tell Grandpa to give energy crystals too?"

"It's a general-level middle-grade energy spar, and this one is equivalent to [-] soldier-level low-grade energy spars!"

"I regret it to the death. If I had known this, I would have bet on it just now!"

……

The group of awakened warriors who made trouble just now were clamoring fiercely, but now they are like ducks being pinched by the neck, and several of them have already started to plan secretly in their hearts.

If the middle-aged man with short hair was traveling alone, would he grab the energy spar after he left?

"Brother Long, I'm Song Chunyang!"

The young man with braided hair ignored the chattering of the group, took two steps forward and said to Li Xinyu, "Seeing Brother Long's strength today, I can't help but feel itchy. I don't know when the two of us can compete?"

Before the short-haired middle-aged man kowtowed to call his grandfather, Li Xinyu was like a gust of evil wind wrapping and refining the body of the bald elder who had been chopped in half.

Before the bald elder died, he was in the state of "King Kong" talent, all the energy in his body was concentrated on his body, and he was still the first-level strength of a third-level warrior, Li Xinyu was not willing to waste it.

Ninety times the strength of ordinary people, even if you ignore the volatilization in battle and the loss in refining, you can refine and absorb at least 30 manpower.

In this case, Li Xinyu can directly reach the peak strength of a third-level warrior, and maybe even break through the realm!

"Brother Long, you can accommodate me a little bit, it's just a matter of time."

Seeing that Li Xinyu ignored him, Song Chunyang touched his nose disapprovingly, and continued in a very understanding manner, "Well, then you are busy first. I also know that after the war just now, it would be a bit of a predicament to ask you to discuss, but I Be patient and wait two days."

"Little braid, what's your name?"

Tang Pengpeng, the fake blood fat man, made his debut again. He walked up to Song Chunyang familiarly, stretched out his fat palm, and said with a smile, "I am Xue Pang, the eldest son of the Blood Knife Sect. Now is the time when I am looking for talents. Appreciate your face and join the Blood Knife Sect?"

"My name is Song Chunyang, you remember it for me!"

Song Chunyang stared at Tang Pengpeng's ugly fat face, then looked at the plump palm, stood proudly behind his hands, and said, "Although I have no background, but you have the strength of the peak of a third-level warrior, how could it be you?" Can this fat man be invited to move?"

Level three warrior!Still at the top!

Nima, if you don't go out, you don't know that there are so many masters in the last days. It's really an eye-opener!

Tang Pengpeng heard Song Chunyang's words without the slightest hint of modesty, and thinking of Li Xinyu's plan strengthened his desire to win over Song Chunyang.

He didn't take back his palm immediately, and said with a sincere expression: "Brother Li Dalong has promised to join my Blood Sword Sect. If Brother Yang is willing to agree, I can find a way to arrange for the two of you to compete!"

"Is what you said true?"

Song Chunyang stared at Tang Pengpeng's sincere eyes, quickly took out his right hand, held Tang Pengpeng's outstretched palm and said, "In this case, I can think about it. Why don't we make a bet?"

"Bet?" Tang Pengpeng's right hand was painfully pinched by Song Chunyang, and he tried his best secretly, and asked with gritted teeth, "What kind of bet?"

"It's simple! After I compete with Brother Long, if I lose, I will definitely join your Blood Knife Sect. But..."

Song Chunyang squeezed Tang Pengpeng's palm vigorously, and said in a drawn out voice, "If I win, then I won't ask for anything, just turn around and leave gracefully to continue my wandering career in the last days."

"Good! Good! Good!"

Tang Pengpeng agreed without hesitation, and he couldn't help shouting in pain, "Ah! Brother Yang, you can let go of my hand!"

"Hehe, your strength is not as bad as they say!"

After Song Chunyang achieved his goal, he smiled and let go of Tang Pengpeng's palm, and asked meaningfully, "You are at the peak of a first-level warrior, and you are about to break through and be promoted. Why do you have to hide your cultivation?"

"Oh, it's a long story!"

Tang Pengpeng massaged and rubbed his red right hand with his hands behind his back, sighed deeply, and said with a sad expression on his face, "Father doesn't like me, and my younger brother is rising strong and pressing on my head. If I didn't hide my strength, I will definitely be regarded as a thorn in my flesh by my younger brother, so pull it out and hurry!"

Explosive news came one after another, and the crowd not far away couldn't help talking again.

"What, that fat man turned out to be the peak strength of a first-level warrior? Am I dreaming?" A red-haired young man asked in disbelief.

"Didn't you hear what the braided young man said just now?" The middle-aged man in a suit beside the red-haired young man said, "They must have had a secret fight when they shook hands just now. It is said that even masters are like this!"

"Oh, no wonder!"

The red-haired young man said with a sense of enlightenment, "I didn't expect the fat man to hide so deeply. The whole provincial capital thought he was useless! I didn't expect him to be so ambitious!"

"Big news, Fatty Blood is so powerful, and now he has recruited the helpers of two third-level generals. After returning to the Blood Knife Gate, there will definitely be a bloody storm!" . (To be continued..)