Chapter 12 Unremitable

A 15- or 16-year-old boy still has such an extraordinary plan in a critical situation, which shows the depth of his heart. When Mu Zifeng found something wrong, Ning Dong's hand had been suppressed.

The qi and blood rotate, covered the back, and the muscles and skin bulge high, as if inflating. Mu Zifeng used the 'internal strength' that he was not familiar with. Internal strength, the peak of the use of internal power, is self-preservation.

Bang... Mu Zifeng was pressed to the ground with one palm. He felt that the backbone was about to be broken, and the internal organs in his body were burning and painful.

"Puff..." Ning Dong turned over and stood aside. He suddenly opened his mouth and took several mouthfuls of blood. The blood fell to the ground and made a sneer sound, actually melting the stones into countless small pits.

"It turns out that he is still injured." Mu Zifeng turned his heart, endured the feeling of weakness, rolled up from the ground, picked up the jade bottle in the hands of the six elders, and poured the elixir in the jade bottle into his mouth without thinking.

"Damn it, you bastard, let me know who you are, and I will destroy your whole family." Ning Dong didn't expect that the masked man who was hit hard by himself could still move. He also took away the marrow-washing Tiandan, attacked it with internal fire and spit out two mouthfuls of blood.

The value of marrow-washing Tiandan is unimaginable. It can directly create a martial arts master and dominate on one side. If the talent of the swallowing person is already good, then after washing the marrow, the potential will be stimulated at a deeper level, and may become a strong man in the world and become a king and an ancestor.

Ning Dong spent countless efforts and tried his best to get it. He was about to get it, but he didn't want to run into a masked man at the critical moment. The blow just now had enough confidence to kill him. Unexpectedly, the other party's vitality was so tenacious.

The marrow-washing Tiandan was swallowed into his abdomen in front of him, and such a blow could not be said in a word.

Mu Zifeng's body was originally like fire. At this moment, a cool energy gushed out of his chest, dispersing his internal organs and limbs. A cold and a hot fight with each other, which makes him suffer from life and death.

The marrow-washing Tiandan was refined by the ancestors of Qijing, and the palm played by Ningdong is also the essence of Qijing's martial arts, which is at the same level, so the two forces began to fight with each other and want to occupy a single point of territory. And the golden blood bead in the heart also kept trembling, outputting a faint golden energy.

For a while, three kinds of energy intertwined in the body, and Mu Zifeng's body began to expand. The muscles and skin continued to fluctuate, and a black ** penetrated out. Before it flowed down, it directly turned into black dry powder and fell down, and an unpleasant stench rose in the cave.

Ning Dong's eyes were blood-red, but he was unable to move again. He himself was counterattacked by the death of the six elders. In order to kill the masked man who broke in, he once again forcibly urged the mysterious power in his body, and now he has no power to act. So when I saw a stench from the other party's body, I knew that the marrow-washing elixir had been effective, the corners of my mouth trembling, and a sharp pain rose in my heart. As soon as I turned my eyes, I fainted directly.

To talk about pain, Mu Zifeng would rather die directly. He bit the tip of his tongue and was refreshed. He knew that he could not stay here for a long time, otherwise his life and death would be unpredictable. He stumbled out of the cave, like a gecko climbing down a steep cliff.

Not long, three figures climbed down from the top of the cliff. They did not have the ability to cross the air. Only martial arts masters could do it freely, but it was only a few breaths.

"According to the agreement, after getting the marrow-washing Tiandan, the three of us will return home by martial arts." Ling Ge's voice was as full of evil spirit as the roaring sword in his hand.

"This is natural, otherwise my Tiandao Martial Arts Museum will definitely fight with it."

"Well, you never dreamed that the marrow-washing elixir had fallen into the hands of our six elders." The black-faced iron fist did not say anything, but he sneered in his heart.

The three quickly entered the cave, but after a few breaths, they heard bursts of killing and roaring.

Who is it? Who the hell is it?"

No one knows who made a profit and took away the marrow-washing Tiandan.

At the bottom of the cliff, there is a secluded pool. The pool seems to be very cold, and clouds and ice curl around. The pool was gurgling with bubbles, and the outside light shone sporadically and dim, so no one found the strange scene under the cliff.

I don't know how long it took, and only two shining divine light flashed in the darkness on the shore of the pool. Mu Zifeng's eyesight when he woke up was not much affected. He only felt that he was full of strength and seemed to be able to hold a fast-running horse between his hands.

When he carefully climbed to the top of the cliff, the people above had gone away, leaving only the mess and the smell of blood that had not yet disappeared in the air. The full moon in the sky has risen high, and the moonlight shines through the mist, making it particularly quiet and mysterious.

Mu Zifeng stood on the top of the cliff for a while, then opened the shape pile work, and the qi and blood in his body began to move. The water on his body was bounced up by a thick dark force, and the drops of water were shot to the ground not far away, making a poof sound, and the water dried up in a moment.

His muscles and skin no longer fluctuate. When qi and blood are integrated into flesh and blood, they continue to accumulate in the muscles, and the muscles of different thickness are stretching rhythmically, as if a spring is slowly accumulating strength and exerting strength. The upper and lower muscles/roots of the whole body are connected and spread into a dense network.

"How is that possible?" Mu Zifeng couldn't help exclaiming. With the help of the faint moonlight, he lowered his head and looked at his hands, emitting a faint white luster. The marrow-washing elixir has obviously been consumed, but he did not advance rapidly in the realm of external power as Legend has, reaching the realm of blood exchange and rebirth in one fell swoop. He only used the marrow-washing elixir to break through his external power to the explosive realm.

Mu Zifeng didn't believe all this. He silently sensed the situation in his body, and the qi and blood in the meridians changed, three or four times stronger than before. It has turned from a light rain to a heavy rain, which runs faster and more convenient.

The swallowing power of the heart has also increased several times, as if a drum was beating.

"Has most of the power of the marrow-washing Tiandan been absorbed by qi and blood?" Mu Zifeng walked to a boulder. He restrained his mind, condensed his blood to the palm of his hand, and suddenly patted it. The hard boulder did not even shake down, and Mu Zifeng was not surprised but happy. He withdrew his right palm and saw a three-point palm print on the surface of the boulder. The wind blew by, and a burst of stone powder floated up and confused the moonlight.

"This is the dark power in martial arts. It bursts out instantly after concentrating the power when exerting martial arts moves, which can silently destroy everything in front of you. This has high requirements for the control of strength and the strength of one's own muscles and bones. Those who can do this are masters of breaking through the realm of divine power and entering the realm of blood exchange.

Mu Zifeng tried his own strength with one move. With the help of the magical power of marrow-washing Tiandan, his external skills only broke through one realm, but his qi and blood strength doubled. With one palm, he had a thousand pounds of power, and even chased the master of changing the blood world.

"These days, my strength has grown one after another. I don't know if it will hurt my body. It seems that I should consolidate it well and integrate my strength and martial arts skills." Mu Zifeng felt that it was necessary to practice Xingyi Eight Fist, and his strength combined with boxing would raise his actual combat ability to a higher level.

"The silver tickets and clean clothes on my body are still in the branch of the Daxing Chamber of Commerce. I have to go back first." Mu Zifeng thought about his future way. As soon as he made a decision, a cold air suddenly rose behind him. He forgot one more important thing and threw the Guixi sword he carried with him into the cave.

Obviously, the three forces knew what had happened in the cave and retreated without receiving the marrow elixir. That is to say, the sword he discarded is likely to be taken away by one of the forces. If someone is determined to follow this sword, he will soon focus his eyes on himself.

Whether it is Ling Ge, Tiandao Martial Arts Museum, or Daxing Chamber of Commerce, their power is not small, and a sword in their hand is enough to find out some eyebrows. At that time, I could escape far away, but once I found Mufu, I'm afraid it would be another disaster.

The mood of suffering from gains and losses made Mu Zifeng look uneasy.

Suddenly, the shocking sound sounded, and a crossbow arrow that was enough to shoot the divine warrior into a hedgehog broke the tranquility on the top of the cliff.

Someone secretly attacked, and Mu Zifeng's heart and blood actually beat. His instinctive feet stepped on it, and his body had disappeared in place. Although he is an explosive martial artist, he can completely cross six or seven meters in an instant with sufficient qi and blood power.

Like the real magic martial arts, they can cross more than ten meters in one step, and the master of the blood level can reach 20 to 30 meters in one step. If they want to kill people, the low-level foreign martial artists can kill directly in seconds, and there is no luck.

Therefore, in the realm of foreign skills, only martial arts masters who have been reborn can have a certain status, and they can no longer be viewed from the perspective of ordinary people.

The attack was made by more than a dozen masked people holding heavenly bows and crossbows. They acted in the same way and cooperated perfectly, which could not be cultivated by ordinary forces. Mu Zifeng moved and had crossed a distance of more than 50 meters to approach the sneaker. He waved his right palm suddenly, and a dark force gushed out. Suddenly, three masked men were shot out and rolled on the ground a few times to struggle to stand up, but they never failed.

"Be careful, it's a warrior who changes blood."

One of them wanted to remind him after spitting out a mouthful of blood, but when he saw four more companions being blown away. Mu Zifeng never show mercy, not because of their sneak attack, but because their origin was recognized. This group of masked people wore the same as the group of masked people who killed themselves on the mountain road at that time, and the swords on their backs were the same. Even if they were not Lingge's people, they had something to do with him.

When Mu Zifeng hit the twelfth person, there was a sonorous roar from the foot of the mountain, which made people restless.

"Sure enough, it's Ling Ge. He hasn't left yet. It's really haunted." Mu Zifeng frowned, and after killing another person, his body flashed and disappeared into the night.

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