Super Monk

A monstrous evil Qi rises from Bai Yu. Those killed by Bai Yu's sword Qi are rolled by his backhand. The blood essence is sucked up instantly, and all the blood essence is swallowed by Bai Yu's evil Qi. White feather's hair turned black quickly, and his skin became smooth. He turned from a drooping old man to a 30-40-year-old man.

"Immortalization of demons!" There is an old man see white feather's appearance, immediately startled discoloration, panic cry. Three hundred years ago, the last generation of the cult leader's monstrous magic skill was the immortal magic skill. It is said that this magic skill can make people rejuvenate, but it can only be used once in their life, and it will bring endless troubles after use.

It's not only necessary to constantly kill the experts with strong Qi and blood, supplement their essence and blood to support their magic skills, but also people will become bloodthirsty and like to kill. In a few years, they will become a madman who only knows how to kill. That's why the last generation of demon masters went crazy and were surrounded and killed at the foot of Kunlun mountain. Unexpectedly, Bai Yu, the sword king, practiced this magic skill 300 years later.

"It's ridiculous. It's the secret of true martial arts of the sword King's family. It's necessary to improve martial arts at the cost of burning your life. How dare you slander the sword king for practicing magic skills? What's the crime?" Elder Ren's face changed greatly, and he screamed.

The sword King Bai Yu is one of the elders of the Presbyterian Council. If the Presbyterian Council turns out to be a devil who practices magic skills, how can the Presbyterian Council convince the public? Therefore, in any case, Bai Yu's cultivation is not the immortal skill of transforming demons. Even if it is, it certainly is not.

Elder Ren's cold and fierce eyes swept by, and a group of martial arts slowly calmed down. The magic skill three hundred years ago was too far away from them. No one knew what the immortal magic skill was like. Under the authority of the Presbyterian Council, even if some people doubted it, they did not dare to question it directly.

"Zhao Fugui, I want you to die!" Bai Yu is a young man, and his momentum has reached the peak. His physical martial arts have reached their own extreme. He steps out one step and cuts the void with one hand. "Sword

Jianqi, Jianhe and Jiansha represent Bai Yu's three Kendo realms respectively. Jianqi is the beginning of his Kendo, while Jiansha is the end of his kendo.

Bai Yu's empty hand chopped down, and a huge sword composed of spirit Qi and vigorous Qi chopped down between heaven and earth. The aura within a few miles was instantly evacuated, and all the aura was compressed into the white feather's vigorous Qi to form this huge sword. The air trembled in the air and gave out a huge scream. The power of this sword was not inferior to Zhao Fugui's Xinghuo Xinghuo falling sword.

Bai Yu takes the immortality skill of transforming demons as his trump card, but he refuses to use it easily until he has to. Bai Yu doesn't care about killing people and extracting blood essence, but he doesn't want to become a madman who only knows how to kill in a few years. So he wants Ye Hongyi's true species of Kendo to break through the triple heaven realm of great master and enter a half step myth to prolong his life decade.

But now Zhao Fugui forces him to use this magic skill. If he doesn't kill Zhao Fugui, the Revenge of Bai family's destruction of his family won't be avenged, and Zhang youwan can't get the true seed of Kendo in the sea, so he must use magic skill to kill Zhao Fugui first. As for the consequences of using magic skill, Bai Yu doesn't think about it now.

"Broken!" In the face of this sword, Zhao Fugui was not afraid at all. On the contrary, he showed a strong sense of war in his eyes. The stronger the enemy was, the more he could temper his taipingdaoshu cultivation.

Daoli is boiling like a sea. Zhao Fugui blows out a fist, and a huge golden fist seal appears in the air. The fist seal is like an entity made of gold, but there is no sharp sound of rubbing the air. That's because the speed of the fist seal is too fast for the sound to ring. It took a tenth of a second for a huge scream to sound.

"Boom!" The huge sword and the huge fist seal collide with each other. The strong impact makes the powerful sword disperse. The mountain peaks at Zhao Fugui's feet are shaking. The huge sword and the fist seal suddenly appear dense cracks, and then explode, becoming the most primitive vigorous Qi and aura, and dissipating between heaven and earth.

"The sword king used a special skill to compete with Zhao Fugui. It's really terrible that Zhao Fugui is so strong. After today's World War I, master Zhao Fugui's prestige will surely resound through the circle of real martial arts!" A group of warriors murmured.

"The first person in the half step myth is absolutely the first person in the half step myth. What kind of genius Tianjiao is, in front of Zhao Fugui, just a local chicken and a dog. Even the disciples trained by the top ten monsters in the tianbang can't compete with Zhao Fugui. I really don't know what kind of person Zhao Fugui's master is. He can train such a disciple! " Some people are full of envy and say that this kind of realm can't be achieved by many martial artists in their lifetime.

"What is the secret of sword king? He even absorbed human's essence and blood to strengthen himself, and his sword was possessed with evil spirit. It was not decent and true martial arts, but it didn't matter. The master said, "if you are beneficial to me, it is the right way; if you are not beneficial to me, it is the evil way. One of my hands can separate the good from the evil." Ye Wuyou's eyes are also full of brilliance, murmuring, "the strength of the sword king is beyond my expectation, and the strength of Zhao Fugui is far beyond my expectation. Even if the master makes a move, I'm afraid it will take two swords to kill him!"

"Kill The evil spirit in Bai Yu's eyes is more obvious with a sword skill. With a sharp roar, a fierce competition appears when he is injured. The competition is completely composed of sword light. In the blink of an eye, the evil spirit spreads on the sword. The sword full of evil spirit is more than twice as strong as before.As soon as Zhao Fugui's figure flashed, he jumped into the void again and hit Bai Yu in the air. The pitching was drawn on the mountain in an instant, and the mountain, swept by the magic sword, disintegrated silently. There was a deep gully more than ten meters long and two meters wide, and everything in the gully was smashed to pieces. Even so many bluestones are easily broken into pieces. How terrible it would be if we were to do this training on people.

Zhao Fugui blows out his fist, gets a fierce volume of pitching, and instantly smashes the strength of his fist. The power of pitching is still above Bai Yu's Taiji sword. Zhao Fugui's fist strength is easily broken, and then the training moment is like a poisonous snake rolled in Zhao Fugui's body.

"Go to hell, little bastard!" Bai Yu gives out a proud laugh. The black pitching is like a python entangled with its prey. It's about to tear Zhao Fugui to pieces.

"A generation of pride will fall after all!" Seeing this scene, the warrior sighed and said, the power of pitching is so strong, how can the human body resist?

"Master!" Zhang youwan and ye Qingcheng tightly catch Bai Bai's fist and shout with worry.

The dark and incomparable pitching is rolled on Zhao Fugui's body, but Zhao Fugui's body is full of light golden light, so dazzling in the dark sword.