Chapter 10 Reward 8

At this time, there was a strange scene in the sky. A huge cyan sword shot like an arrow and cut directly to the fast-gliding Kowloon. A golden light flew up in the air and rampaged, starting to intercept the cyan sword.

Boom——

The huge explosion sounded, a cyan giant sword, a golden sword, two colliding, bursting out gorgeous brilliance. The huge energy centered on the location of the collision of the two giant swords, diffused like a concentric circle, and the strong momentum splashed and destroyed everything!

The seven-level magician Boborich thought of such a terrible energy collision between the two, and he quickly controlled the magic to fly to a higher part of the sky. Even so, he was also affected. Suddenly, he was defenseless.

hu——

Boborich took a long breath and watched the two giant swords collide in horror, and then disappeared. The violent elements of heaven and earth slowly subsided. "It's really a pervert. If I hadn't run fast, these would have suffered great losses. The magician's physique is weak. If he is attacked by this attack, I'm afraid I can't eat it and have to go!"

On the edge of the energy explosion, Kowloon fell vertically like a broken kite, banging and hitting the hard white jade stone slab.

Puff——

A mouthful of blood spewed out, dyed a large white jade slab, and the face glowed with victory. This level is over!

Pasli's arrows walked like the wind and brushed close to Kowloon. His face turned red. He looked at Jiulong angrily and stabbed. His big hand suddenly grabbed Jiulong, and the huge force actually picked up Jiulong directly.

"You..." Pasley looked at Jiulong's embarrassed appearance angrily and wanted to beat him up.

"Hey, you want to kill me!" Jiulong's pale face grinned, looked at Pasley close at hand, and smiled with difficulty. Did Pasley really dare to kill himself?

"Hmm!" Pasley snorted coldly, threw Jiulong on the ground and said coldly, "I won't be that untrustworthy villain!"

"Thank you!" Jiulong lay on the ground and looked up at Pasley. He suddenly felt that Pasley was a real man. He immediately changed his tone and sincerely said thank you.

"Don't be proud. Today you escaped under me, but you are very witty. With wisdom, you defeated me, and my promise will naturally be kept. Even if the hard count wants to kill you, I will guarantee your life, Roxus, take care of yourself!"

Pasley left a cold sentence, slowly turned around and looked at the Nuoda Square. The huge welcome hall was still solemn. The battle between Kowloon and Black Fatty and Captain Pasley was only a few rounds, and it didn't take much time.

At this time, a pair of people rushed to the place where they fought. Look at the lineup, there are about 20, but they are all four-level warriors. Now Jiulong is a little afraid. What a powerful lineup the guard team of four-level warriors is.

The guard's speed was extremely fast, and he arrived in a blink of an eye. From afar, he watched Jiulong paralyzed on the ground, and the senior magician Porich suspended in the sky. There was blood everywhere, scattered armor, broken arms, blood-stained white jade floor, and a black fat man squirmed tremblingly. The black fat man was frightened today. I'm afraid that I will never forget this life.

"Captain!" The guard came to Pasley, stood in line, and immediately saluted Pasley.

"Hmm!" Pasley nodded slowly, glanced at the messy and bloody welcome hall, frowned slightly, looked at Kowloon, and said slowly, "Drag Lockus down, heal his wounds, and send him to the welcome hall. The great laborious young master and many count are waiting. Go quickly!"

"Yes!" The guard immediately took the order, and the two warriors hurried forward and dragged Kowloon to the hall.

Kowloon's face was pale, let the guard drag it, looked at Pasley's majestic posture, and suddenly roared, "Captain Pasley, I will grow up immediately, and then I will compete with you again!"

A sharp light flashed in Pasley's eyes. He looked at the appearance of Kowloon and said coldly, "As you wish, I, Pasley, am waiting for the challenge at any time!"

In a room, a magician in a white robe holds a magic wand in his hand. The crystal at the top of the magic wand is surrounded by a circle of milky light, peaceful and warm. The magician's lips are agitated and chanting deep and mysterious magic spells.

Suddenly, the magician suddenly pointed to the front finger of the magic wand in his hand, and an aperture suddenly formed, covering Jiulong's body.

Kowloon sat cross-legged, and a trace of golden true qi slowly flowed through the body meridian, moistening the dry body like spring water. The Kowloon Tower coiled around the Kowloon body kept trembling and rotating, releasing the magnificent golden light and repairing the internal organs of the Kowloon earthquake.

At this moment, a peaceful light shrouded and directly covered Jiulong's whole body, slowly repairing Jiulong's disabled body from the outside to the inside.

"The magic of healing is amazing!" With the blessing of healing magic, Jiulong recovered faster. From Lockus's memory, Jiulong knew that the magic in this world was very magical, and healing magic was a unique branch of the light system.

The operation speed of the Kowloon Tower became faster and began to rotate violently, swallowing the powerful golden light. Between tos and turns, the empty Dantian suddenly became full of vitality, and the powerful momentum returned again.

buzz——

At this time, the rotating Kowloon Tower stopped rotating and fell silent. Kowloon could only feel the Kowloon Tower quietly suspended in its Dantian. Kowloon wanted to urge it, but there was nothing it could do.

Suddenly, Jiulong found that Dantian's true spirit had grown a lot. What's going on? Jiulong carefully observed the changes in his body, and slowly, a slight smile appeared on his face.

"Extreme training method!"

"Yes! In the future, we will use extreme training. Jiulong finally found the reason for the growth of Dantian's true qi, which is that he exhausted all the true qi in his whole body and repaired it again. Jiulong did not expect that when Dantian's true qi was exhausted, when the true qi was restored again, it could strengthen the true qi, and the effect was excellent!

In fact, if Jiulong had not had a mysterious and powerful Kowloon Tower, once the true qi had been exhausted, his death would have come, and there would have been enough for him to repair it again. Jiulong's doing so is equivalent to interrupting his bones and letting it grow again until the newborn bones grow strong, break again and let it live again. Long, so repeatedly, rapid metabolism removes all impurities in the bones over and over again, until it is as white as jade, and it stops.

In the same way, Jiulong's extreme training method is the same principle. It consumes the true qi over and over again, and repairs the true qi over again. In this way, it recycles impurities and exercises Dantian capacity. Sooner or later, the accumulation of quantity will win the qualitative transformation.

Jiulong mastered the extreme training method but was blessed by misfortune. Originally, he was exhausted and was beaten on the ground like a dog by the seven-level martial artist Pasli, and he didn't even have the strength to turn over. But it was really because of this that Jiulong mastered an effective way to advance quickly - the extreme training method!

brush——

Kowloon suddenly opened his eyes, and an inch of golden light flashed away. The powerful momentum flourished, and a frightening power made people awe-inspiringly. The most deeply touched was the magician who used healing magic for Kowloon.

If Jiulong is willing, as long as Jiulong's mind moves, he can devour the spiritual power of the magician, because he can feel that the light magician has not reached the seventh-level magician, but a fourth-level magician.

Level 7 warriors are a watershed for warriors, and level 7 magicians are also a watershed for magicians. Magicians or warriors after level 7 are respected as senior magicians or senior warriors by mainlanders.

This is the reason why Jiulong can't devour the spiritual power of the seven-level magician Boborich.

"You recovered so soon!" The magician who used healing magic for Kowloon is an elderly man with a white magic robe. From the magician's badge hanging on the magic robe, it can be seen that he is a fourth-level light magician.

The old man's white hair and white beard, kind face, amiable attitude and approachable tone all make Jiulong feel the greatness of light, just like the angel in white in the previous world - doctor!

"Thank you, Master!" Jiulong stood up, bowed deeply to the old magician, and respectfully called the master.

"Locus, now that you have repaired your body, please prepare quickly and go to the Yingbin Hall immediately!" Just as Jiulong was grateful to the old magician, a cold voice came. This was a samurai's voice. Jiulong's strong spiritual power was released in an instant, and the corners of his mouth were slightly upturned, "Level 6 warriors dare to shout like this!"