Practicing martial arts is too difficult, so I choose to defeat others

The force of his fingers exploded, leaving a crack in Master Zheng's chest. Under the power of his will, the wound was slowly recovering.

"Asshole!"

An angry roar came from his mouth, and his figure was in a miserable state.

He knew that he was distracted by Wei Fan's successive martial arts skills, which was why he was injured so quickly.

While roaring, his eyes became firm: "I can't keep you!"

Regardless of whether there is a treasure or not, Wei Fan behaves like a monster, and the matter must be settled today.

He was always a master. After adjusting his mentality, his aura changed drastically, and his eyes revealed a tough look.

Now it was no longer about robbing treasures, but about killing a powerful enemy with unlimited potential. After forgetting about the treasures, Fu Shizheng's fighting spirit became high.

"Taixu Collapses Sun Palm!"

He struck Wei Fan with another palm, and the essence of heaven and earth kept pouring into his palm, and his fierce palm moved forward inexorably.

I have to say that the true meaning of Taixu Collapse Sun Palm is very similar to that of Big Sun Collapse Fist. No matter what is in front of you, just use all your strength to kill it.

The surrounding earth shattered, and countless big trees were uprooted by the strong wind.

Wei Fan's true meaning of the sun appeared, and the phantom of the soul opened its eyes. The terrifying high temperature ignited the tall trees rising from the ground.

He still blasted out with a big sun collapse fist, and didn't even choose another place, but fought head-on with the master.

The fiery red sun shattered the palm of his hand and hit the master's forehand with force.

There was a painful expression on his face, and the real power surged throughout his body, and his body used the force to float back.

Fighting with fists and kicks, he was sure that he couldn't beat Wei Fan.

Wei Fan's physical body was not weaker than his own, although his will power was not as good as his own, but his opponent's boxing, footwork, and fingering techniques were all practiced to the best of his ability, making up for this gap.

He patted the gourd on his waist, and a golden magic weapon appeared in his hand. He looked at Wei Fan with indifferent eyes: "Everyone in the world thinks that the master's Zhengzhang technique is superb, and few can match his Taixu Collapsing Sun Palm.

Little did they know that my master’s real strength was his swordsmanship!

But everyone who has seen my swordsmanship is dead! "

With a sword in his hand, he looked confident and confident, and his whole body emitted a sharp and unparalleled energy. The surrounding gravel was cut open by the invisible sword energy, and cracked open.

The smoke and dust swirling around formed thin swords in the void under the influence of his energy.

Wei Fan paused and nodded slightly: "You are hypocritical and insidious. You have a Yellow Dragon Spear. Even those who have been with you for decades don't know you belong to you. It's normal for you to have some back-up tactics.

Your swordsmanship is amazing, how could you have the nerve to say such insidious things so confidently. "

The master's face was gloomy. Shouldn't this guy be an accident? He still wants to kill himself at this time.

Hearing Wei Fan's tone change, he said: "But your swordsmanship is great, have you forgotten that my swordsmanship is not bad either!"

Master Zheng's expression changed slightly, and then he remembered that Wei Fan's strength was not his fists and kicks, but his sword skills.

When he was in the acupoint-opening state, he had perfected his sword intention. He was only at the third or fourth level of the heavenly being, and he had already mastered the ultimate power of the heavenly and human martial artist, "shi". His reputation was not much achieved through horizontal training and innate body-refining skills. It relies on the terrifying swordsmanship talent.

With how evil he is, he is probably already practicing swordsmanship to perfection, and maybe he has perfected his sword skills.

However, although he was frightened, he was not panicked, because he still had an advantage: "Your sword skills are powerful, but for a divine martial sect, in addition to martial arts and divine souls, the strength is determined by divine weapons.

You can master a martial arts into your soul in an instant, how can you also temper a magic weapon in an instant? "

The importance of divine weapons is no less than the cultivation of divine souls.

It can be said that one-third of the time of a divine martial sect is spent on tempering divine weapons, and the rest of the time is spent on improving cultivation, tempering the body, and practicing martial arts. It can be said that tempering divine weapons is the most important part of this process. ring.

Because once the magic weapon is tempered, its strength will almost double immediately.

It's useless no matter how good Wei Fan's understanding is. Divine weapons need time to be tempered and have nothing to do with talent.

"If the Yellow Dragon Spear is still in your hand, you still have some chance. Now what can you do to stop my magic weapon?"

The master was urging the magic weapon in his hand to send out terrifying waves, and his whole aura doubled in an instant.

He was on guard and would never give Wei Fan a chance to get the Yellow Dragon Spear again.

Wei Fan raised his eyebrows: "Are you comparing the level of the divine weapons with me? Who told you that the divine weapons must be tempered by yourself?"

Fu Shizheng's divine weapon is only elementary, the same as Situ Feng's divine weapon, but it can barely reach this level.

He slapped the gourd on his waist, and the purple tiger sword appeared in his hand.

Infused with true power and mind, the next moment, the terrifying fluctuations of the divine weapons seemed to split the sky, and the earth turned into powder.

"Medium magic weapon?"

The master's scalp was numb and his voice had changed a bit.

That day, he joined forces with the Black Python Demon Lord and the White Ape Demon Lord, and originally planned to kill Situ Feng. In the end, Situ Feng used the Dragon Sword Eagle's medium-level magic weapon to kill them.

The master was looking at the elementary magic weapon in his hand, feeling like a beggar holding a copper plate to show off his wealth to a rich man.

"No wonder Jia An failed when he took the Yellow Dragon Spear that day. It turns out you have such a magic weapon..."

Jia An was the masked man he sent. He had always wondered how Wei Fan killed Jia An. When he saw the tiger sword, he understood why Jia An failed.

The master is trembling, and the elementary magic weapon in his hand is like a joke.

Even Long Xueyi in the distance couldn't bear to look at this scene.

He actually compares with Wei Fan as a divine weapon.

On this guy's body, there is an even more terrifying big golden bell.

She couldn't tell what level of magic weapon it was, but when Wei Fan was still a celestial martial artist, he should have used that big golden bell to kill the White Elephant Demon Lord.

"He has another magic weapon!"

She looked at the tiger sword in Wei Fan's hand in shock.

His grandfather had worked hard for hundreds of years to refine a mid-level magic weapon, the Young Eagle Sword, and Wei Fan casually took one out.

The master was so shocked that he didn't speak for a long time.

Wei Fan looked at him: "What other tricks do you have, show them one by one and I will smash them for you!"

"..."

Feeling that the magic weapon in his hand seemed to be dimmed due to facing the medium magic weapon, the master was silent again. He didn't have any trump cards.

"Whose disciple are you?"

He looked up.

Being able to pull out medium-level magic weapons at his fingertips, he no longer thought that he was just an ordinary policeman coming out of Yuncheng, and that he must have a terrifying apprenticeship.

"You can say your last words!"

Wei Fan felt that he had had enough fun, and murderous intent immediately appeared in his eyes.

The next moment, the master was rising into the sky.

"escape!"

From the moment the magic weapon was crushed, he knew that he had lost and it was unknown whether he could survive.

"I've been prepared for you to escape!"

Wei Fan's eyes moved, and the ghostly figure of his soul rushed out, making a slashing gesture with a knife in his hand.

In an instant, the surrounding world trembled, and terrifying sword intent was emitted from everywhere.

On the ground, large rocks shattered and turned into knife shapes.

In the sky, the air automatically condensed and turned into an invisible long knife.

In the forest in the distance, the branches closed together and turned into the shape of a knife.

For a moment, it seemed as if everything in the world had turned into knives.

"Perfect sword power!"

Long Xueyi, who had always been calm, cried out. This was a realm of swordsmanship that even Situ Feng had not reached.

Perfect level of potential, the ultimate power that the divine realm martial sect can master.

Wei Fan spent more than 16,000 years of his skills last night, most of which were used in practicing the Tongtian Sword Code. It took seven or eight thousand years of skills to perfect his sword skills.

"This is impossible, break it to me!"

Master Fu was already horrified.

The figure rising into the sky slowed down, as if it was stuck in a quagmire.

Covered by the force of the sword, the heaven and earth from all directions were exerting terrifying pressure on him, weakening his speed.

It was as if the whole world was against him, and the terrifying pressure greatly weakened the power of his will.

He waved the magic weapon in his hand to break the surrounding momentum.

"not good!"

A wave that made his heart tremble fell from the top of his head. Before he could turn around to defend himself, the purple sword light in his mind split his body and sea of ​​consciousness, and his soul was exposed.

"I'm dead!"

The physical body was dead, but Wei Fan seemed to be merciful and directly destroyed his soul without using the sword.

The force of the sword swept across, and Fu Shizheng's spirit appeared in front of Wei Fan.

"You are an old monster who has taken over your body and been reborn!"

The master's spirit was imprisoned on the Tiger Soul Sword, and his illusory spirit looked ashen.

He once again doubted Wei Fan's identity. He might not be a disciple of some master, but an old monster whose body was destroyed and reborn.

Only in this way can we explain Wei Fan's fast cultivation speed and perfect martial arts skills.

He got it right, and he was half right.

"Stop talking nonsense and tell me Tianpeng's body-cleansing technique, and I'll give you a great pleasure!"

Without killing Fu Shizheng directly, Wei Fan naturally had a purpose.

Master Fu was doing the Body Cleansing Technique for Tian Peng who rebelled against the human race, so how could he not be interested.

If his qualifications and talents were poor, there would probably be no one worse than him in the Divine Realm Martial Sect.

The master's face was full of misery: "It's ridiculous that I killed my comrades and was infamous for my rebellion against the human race, but I made you a wedding dress. Tianpeng's body-washing skills are in the gourd. Please give me a good time."

Give me another chance, I will never be so greedy, Tianpeng body cleansing skill is enough. "

At the moment of his death, he did not regret his rebellion against the human race, but he regretted provoking Wei Fan.

If you don't mess with Wei Fan, he will become a martial master sooner or later with Tian Peng's Body Cleansing Technique.

But because he was too greedy to peek at Wei Fan's treasure, everything was made into Wei Fan's wedding dress.

Wei Fan grabbed Fu Shizheng's magic weapon and storage gourd in the air, and his mind sank into the gourd, and he saw Tianpeng's body-washing skill.

He didn't know if it was true or false, but even if it was false, he couldn't do anything about it unless he was willing to let Fu Shizheng go.

Otherwise, Fu Shizheng probably wouldn't tell him where he really was if he was destined to die.

But the possibility is very high that it is true. After all, the master is on the run now, so he must take important things with him.

"I don't know if there is any magic that can search for souls!"

The encounter before him reminded Wei Fan of this kind of thing.

If there is, even if Fu Shizheng doesn't want to say it, he can directly search out Tianpeng's body-cleansing technique in Fu Shizheng's memory.

"If this is the real Tianpeng body-cleansing technique, you have done a good thing!"

The tiger soul knife rippled out, shattering Fu Shizheng's soul in one fell swoop. The huge divine soul energy collapsed, causing a burst of smoke and dust.

There is a sense of sadness in the world.

[Kill Fu Shizheng, gain 2000 ordinary skills and 20 years of soul skills]

[Normal skill: 47100 years]

[Soul Power: 20]

Long Xueyi cleared the smoke and walked over: "Don't tell anyone about Tianpeng's body-cleansing technique, and don't hand it over to the Demon Suppressing Department!"

Wei Fan nodded slightly.

Just now when they were talking to Master Fu, the army was two or three miles away and no one could hear them.

As long as she and Wei Fan don't tell anyone, no one will know that Wei Fan has obtained the Tianpeng Body Cleansing Technique.

After Wei Fan put everything away, the sound of breaking through the sky came from the sky and the earth.

Chen Qiming, Zhang Xianlong, Situ Ying, Li Chuyang and others fell down and looked at Fu Shizheng in shock.

Chen Qiming swallowed hard: "Did you kill Fu Shizheng?"

They knew that Wei Fan had broken through to the Divine Realm Martial Sect, but they had not seen the previous scene where Wei Fan killed the White Ape Demon Lord. In fact, many people thought that Situ Feng had killed the White Ape Demon Lord.

I never expected that Wei Fan was so fierce and could kill Fu Shizheng just after breaking through.

Several people were upset. Due to the distance, Wei Fan and Master Fu were fighting on the ground again, and they did not see the specific fighting process clearly.

As for Long Xueyi, except for Zhang Xianlong who probably knew that she might also break through to the divine martial arts, everyone else thought that she was still a celestial martial artist.

"Haha... This beast is finally dead. Thank you Wei Fan, you avenged my master!"

Li Chuyang's eyes were red. He didn't care how Wei Fan killed Fu Shizheng. He only knew that the enemy who killed his master was dead.

After thanking Wei Fan, he drew his sword and walked over, cut off the master's head that was being chopped into two halves, put them together, and shouted with a smile and sadness: "Finally, there is something to commemorate the master."

"Today's matter is kept secret. No one can tell that it was Fu Shizheng who was killed by Wei Fan. Otherwise, don't blame me for being rude."

Long Xueyi looked at the few people. Wei Fan had too many secrets, and he could only keep them secret.

Although he thought that the Demon Suppressing Guard saw Fu Shizheng appearing, he did not see Wei Fan kill Fu Shizheng with his own eyes. As long as these people did not tell the public, they could hide it for a while.

And Wei Fan's monster will become stronger after a period of time.

Everyone nodded, and Li Chuyang wrapped Master Zheng's head with cloth.

"I'll tell you soon that Master found out his conscience and left!"

Several people nodded in agreement and thought about what they would say to the demon-suppressing guards when they went back.

After disposing of Master Zheng's body, a few people led the army and continued on the road.

After killing Master Zheng, who was the troublemaker, and also obtained Tianpeng's body-cleansing power, Wei Fan rode his horse and walked in front of the team. He didn't feel much joy in his heart. He looked at the panel, and his heart suddenly moved.

"Can the Great Thunder Bell be tempered using the method of tempering divine weapons?"

At the beginning, the Golden Bell Cover was about martial arts, but now whether it is a martial arts thing or a magic weapon, Wei Fan is a little confused.

But now it can be verified that if the Great Thunder Sound Bell is a magic weapon, then the magic weapon skills can definitely temper the golden bell.

If it can be tempered, it can save a lot of skill in the future. Otherwise, it would be too much for the Big Thunder Bell to increase its skill for 10,000 to 20,000 years at a time.

If it cannot be tempered, it means that this is still a martial art.

While thinking, the panel in front of me began to flash:

Happy Dragon Boat Festival to all my book friends!