Tang Jun yelled, and his whole body felt as if he had been hit by a cannonball. He was blasted more than ten feet away, with his feet in the air and fell unconscious.
puff----
A stream of blood rose into the sky. Tang Jun's originally groggy brain gradually woke up after a stream of blood spurted out. He was surprised to find that there was something more in his hand: a three-inch long dagger.
, to be precise, it should only be regarded as a small wooden sword for children to play with. It was the small golden dagger inserted into the middle-aged monk's waist yesterday. Now, it appeared inexplicably in his hand.
It was originally a golden sword, but now, stained with his blood, it turned blood red.
Obviously, although he was seriously injured, his life was saved. The scene that had just happened occupied his mind and made him unforgettable for the rest of his life: when an extremely powerful force hit his chest, a wave of energy suddenly rushed out of his body.
This fanatical force was exactly the mysterious force that he feared the most. It was like opening a big mouth and swallowing up the "mad dragon" that hit his chest.
But how can a junior warrior withstand the Xuan-level skills performed by the military commander at the Dzogchen level? The powerful shock wave alone can kill a junior warrior. Fortunately, Tang Jun has the power in his body
Seven powerful Dao thoughts were naturally released after the fatal impact on his body. But even so, he was seriously injured and almost fainted. Not only did he spurt out blood, but the organs in his body were also damaged.
Severe damage, bursts of pain, spread throughout the body----
But what happened next left Tang Jun stunned: the blood on the little dagger disappeared strangely. To be precise, it should have been absorbed by the little dagger.
As the Tao thought in his body moved, the mysterious golden little sword was connected heart to heart with the Tao thought in his body. It moved in his hand, and then mysteriously disappeared again. However, this time, Tang Jun
Through the thoughts in his body, he could clearly sense that the mysterious little sword had not really disappeared, but had gone to the Dantian in his body.
This mysterious little sword did not calm down after it reached the dantian in his body. Instead, it continued to devour. Not only were the seven Taoist thoughts in his body swallowed by it, but also the inexplicable appearance in his body.
The five bright spots in his body were also swallowed up by the mysterious little sword. Finally, the mysterious little sword looked at the mysterious golden egg in his body very spiritually, as if like a greedy little guy, eager to get rid of that golden egg too.
, but it seemed to be a little afraid. It circled the mysterious golden egg over and over again, and finally gave up, squatting obediently in a corner and stopped moving.
Then, the mysterious golden egg that had been entrenched in Tang Jun's body actually twisted and deformed. Like a warm current, it began to run along the whole body of Tang Jun's body, and then returned to his Dantian and occupied it.
He stayed in the center position and remained motionless.
Tang Jun's face showed a look of astonishment, because he felt that the strength in his body increased greatly, and all the pain on his body disappeared, as if nothing had happened just now.
"elder brother----"
Junior Sister Leng Yan was stunned by what happened in front of her. When she came to her senses, she immediately let out a scream and ran to Senior Brother Tang with staggering steps. She leaned over and hugged Senior Brother Tang's body, tears dripping from her eyes.
Rolling down.
"Brother, don't scare me, you must be fine----you must be fine----"
Junior Sister Leng Yan, holding Senior Brother Tang's body, was shaking! Her eldest brother, who had always loved her the most, suffered a fatal blow from a master of martial arts. Can he still survive?
Alas, a young man who had just advanced to become a warrior lost his life like this. Although he was entirely to blame for everything, it still made the warrior disciples standing around feel a chill: Samurai are the lowest level.
In this fairy land where strength is paramount, warriors are like lambs that are slaughtered by others. Where in the world do they have a place?
Originally, the samurai disciples of the Qingzhu Sect all thought that they were superior to others and how proud they were to be able to become the official disciples of the five branches of the Qingzhu Sect! But now, seeing a samurai killed with just one move by a military commander, what if
What about meeting a higher-level master? Thinking of this, the faces of all the disciples darkened a lot.
When the ignorant young man in front of him was knocked away with one move, Zhao Jun's face did not show a trace of joy, but instead exuded a shocking anger----
In fact, Xuanjie Kung Fu is not suitable for martial arts masters to practice. Zhao Jun can barely practice it until he has reached the Great Perfection state of military commanders. Just now, he performed a Xuanjie Kung Fu, which already consumed one-third of his body's strength.
, Moreover, after reaching the level of Xuanjia, the true energy cultivated is not only more powerful, but also the true energy that is attacked also contains a Tao thought, which can be summoned back at will. Otherwise, once
If you attack, you will lose one-third of the strength and Taoism in your body. No matter how high-level a master is, he will not be able to withstand it.
However, this time, one third of the power in Zhao Jun's body, as well as that Taoist thought, inexplicably lost contact with the nine Taoist thoughts in his body. In fact, three thirds of the power in his body was temporarily consumed
First, after returning to practice, it will be replenished, but the lost Taoist thoughts are not so easy to practice back.
Now, Zhao Jun only has nine Dao thoughts left in his body, which means that his cultivation level has dropped to the level of a high-level general. Don't underestimate this lost Dao thought. At the beginning, he spent five full years on it.
It took years to cultivate the tenth Taoist Thought.
In the entire Qingzhu Sect, there are only three disciples who have cultivated to the level of the Great Perfection of Military Commanders. Because Zhao Jun possesses Xuan-level skills, he is able to become the number one master below the martial arts masters at the same level!
Now, a Dao thought that took five years to cultivate has disappeared inexplicably. Zhao Jun hates the young man lying more than ten feet away, not knowing whether he is alive or dead, and he is filled with anger.
As soon as he got up, the remaining nine Dao thoughts on his body released waves of air currents, surging away in all directions----
Feeling the strong pressure coming from the body, the disciples surrounding him, as well as the disciples standing on the martial arts field, all focused their eyes on Zhao Jun. Their faces were all filled with surprise and confusion: they had always been
Why was the arrogant Uncle Zhao so angry at a young man who almost lost his life?
Zhao Jun glared at the little girl holding the boy and shouted angrily: "Get away!"
Junior Sister Leng Yan raised her little face with tears in her eyes, looked at Zhao Jun across from you with hatred, and said angrily: "Uncle Zhao, you are so shameless when you attack a warrior disciple and use Xuanjie Kung Fu!"
"you wanna die----"
Zhao Jun was already very angry. When he saw a warrior girl daring to speak rudely to him, he couldn't help shouting angrily and was about to kill him. Suddenly, a cold voice sounded from behind him: "This little junior sister doesn't know how to bully the younger ones."
, Bullying the weak with the strong is the consistent style of our Qingwu Hall Master Uncle Zhao, we Qingwu Hall disciples have long been accustomed to it and have become accustomed to it."
Zhao Jun turned around in disbelief and glared angrily at Xiao Ju'er, a female disciple who had always been trembling in front of him. He almost vomited blood! Now, even his disciples dared to ridicule him like this. He, "
The reputation of "Uncle Zhao" will probably lose its intimidation forever.
Xiao Ju'er had a look of confusion on her face. Ever since she was targeted by her master, she knew that the only way to die was to surrender. Now she is not afraid of death at all.
"Okay, okay, good job——"
Zhao Jun sneered three times in succession, with a chill on his face. He really couldn't bear to kill the female disciple Xiao Ju'er. He still had a trace of nostalgia for Xiao Ju'er, who was as beautiful as a flower, but now, he was riding a tiger and couldn't get off. For himself
He had no choice but to kill her because of her dignity. Who told her to seek death?
He once again released terrible coercion, and the powerful thoughts in his body were ready to kill Xiao Ju'er. Suddenly, a sneer sounded from behind him again: "A master military commander who only knows how to deal with women."