Comprehensive martial arts: Prince of Qin, you practice martial arts and I will practice immortality

The Purple Thunder Nine Strikes were the sword techniques that Zhao Changsheng practiced the most and were the most familiar with.

However, this set of sword techniques is extremely exquisite, even if it is instilled with a sign-in system, with the strength of Grandmaster Zhao Changsheng, he has always been just able to truly master the fifth sword Thunder Nine Skies.

This is also much stronger than normal people.

You must know that in the world of high-level martial gods and demons that the Purple Thunder Nine Strikes really created.

For countless years, extreme achievement is only the fourth knife. That is, in the hands of Xiang Yu, the first overlord of the ages, he truly learned the mystery of the seven swords. And also created the eighth knife with a unique opportunity.

At the age of eighteen, Zhao Changsheng learned and mastered the fifth sword, and he was already a Heavenly Prodigy.

Unlike normal martial arts, because it is obtained in the sign-in system, even if it is the remaining four knives, Zhao Changsheng will also do it, but he can't cut it out.

Especially the ninth sword, it was a sword that exhausted its own life limit and issued a sword like a heavenly punishment. Not to mention that Zhao Changsheng is still only a grandmaster Dacheng, even if he becomes the legendary Tianren powerhouse who can withstand the great natural disaster with his own strength, he may not be able to really send out the last sword.

The effect of the last knife is too terrifying, it is simply like a trick to die together, first squeeze out their own life potential, and exert an unparalleled extreme attack.

Zhao Changsheng is not a selfless person, and under any circumstances, he will not joke with his life.

It was like at this moment, Zhao Changsheng slashed into the air.

It's already the limit of what he can play.

The seventh sword of the purple thunder nine strikes is also the limit of the seven strikes of the purple thunder.

Thunder tears the earth!!

The thunderball with a diameter of nearly several meters, the whole body shone with dazzling white light, purple electric arc, constantly jumping in the thunderball performance.

The speed of scrolling seemed not fast, but it left Empty without any idea of dodging.

Or in other words, it's not that he doesn't want to hide, but that this thunder ball has locked him deadly. This is like a heavenly punishment, and there is no way to avoid it. Even if you can travel thousands of miles in an instant, you will be caught up by lightning.

The only way is to rely on your own strength and survive.

Thunderball passed, and a trench appeared silently.

The solid road surface originally formed by stepping on it seemed to be destroyed in front of the thunderball. The silent dissipation disappeared without a trace, leaving only a straight line rushing straight towards the empty trench.

The dazzling golden brilliance continued to intensify on the empty body, and the brilliant light, as if it had received some kind of constraint that could not be seen directly, faintly formed a pear-like shape on the empty body.

"Admiralty hood? The golden bell hood of the meditation monastery is so magical?? "

Although the formation of the empty body was only a rough bell shape like a pear, among the many warriors present, there were many well-informed people. In an instant, he recognized the root of the practice of emptiness at this moment.

"Is it any wonder that the empty space has been holding this small bronze bell, it turned out to be to understand the meaning of the golden bell hood? It seems that the so-called enlightenment and closed-mouth meditation is simply a pretense!! "

Among the Buddhist gates, there are countless hard skills in protecting the body, but there are only three that can really be widely spread in the martial arts.

First, Vajra is not a bad physical divine skill, and it is rumored that once this exercise is completed, it will be leakless and indestructible. Round and unimpeded, the body of King Kong can resist all external forces. Even if it is a small body, it is still incredibly strong. Even if it is highly toxic, it can be directly excreted from the body.

The second and third are the golden bell hood and the iron cloth shirt.

These two exercises are also the most widely spread body protection hard exercises in martial arts. Even the golden bell hood and iron cloth shirt of each genre have taken different paths.

There are golden bell hoods and iron cloth shirts with pure forging bodies, and there are golden bell hoods that practice qi transformation.

It is as if the current void is revealed, it is the forging gas shape, the golden bell hood body.

Dacheng golden bell hood, even like a glass forged, gold casting, covered body protection, bell body inscription bulge, once presented, even accompanied by Buddha music chanting. It is like a god and Buddha descending into the world.

It is simply like using its own internal force to create a golden bell of real matter in vitro.

It is clear that the void is far from reaching this point.

However, Rao is so, with his vague golden bell hood like a duck pear, it is enough to make more than nine out of nine warriors in the rivers and lakes helpless.

Just as the thunderball with a diameter of several meters was about to collide with the duck-pear-shaped golden bell hood covered by the empty body.

An anxious voice suddenly came from the direction of the meditation monastery.

"Abbot! Abbot!! Not good! Not good!! This is a conspiracy between the Yin Faction and the Demon Gate. They deliberately moved the tiger away from the mountain in order to steal the Heshi Bi in the Bronze Hall..."

The sudden sound instantly attracted the attention of all the warriors present.

In an instant, everyone's eyes were focused on Zhu Yuyan and Wanwen on the side.

Zhu Yuyan and Wanwen were a little confused for a moment.

They can also be regarded as watching the play and seeing themselves.

In Zhu Yuyan's opinion, even if the Yin Lu faction really engaged in a conspiracy, it would not be possible to spend such a big price.

First let Zhao Changsheng kill Bian Bu Bu, and then expel Zhao Changsheng from the portal. It was just a matter of losing two grandmasters all of a sudden, and Zhao Changsheng's killing ring didn't know how much hatred he had drawn to the Yin Lu faction.

Even if she wished Yuyan had a pit in her brain, she would definitely not use such a scheme to pit people, right?

This is simply digging a hole and burying yourself first!!

"Not good!!" Shifei Xuan was also shocked by the news from the Jingnian Zen Monastery.

But in an instant, she had already reacted.

What I should be most anxious about now is not to meditate on the Zen Monastery and Heshibi. It's empty!!

Don't forget that Sora is now fighting Zhao Changsheng.

In case he was distracted by this news, with Zhao Changsheng's strange means, he was afraid that he would be killed in a plane disaster.

Rumble!!

The thunderball slammed into the empty golden bell hood between the electric flint.

The golden bell hood, which itself was blurred, was hit by such a terrifying lightning, and in just an instant, the duck-pear shaped golden bell formed by the majestic true qi was completely shattered.

The dazzling thunderball, barely hindered, crashed straight into the air!!

"Amitabha!!"

Seeing that the thunder ball rushed in front of him, distracted by the news just now, his heart was calm at this moment.

He knew he was doomed.

With his hands folded, he pronounced a Buddhist trumpet with a deep emotion in a melodious tone.

The next moment, the thunderball slammed into the empty body.

The collision of flesh and blood and lightning, the powerful thunder and lightning, in an instant, let the empty clothes disintegrate first. Then there is skin, flesh and blood, bones...

The thunderball was like a black hole that annihilated everything, and after a slight stalemate in the empty body for a moment. With a scream, the abbot of the meditation monastery, the empty Zen master who was full of the longing of the rivers and lakes, turned into flying ash.