Chapter 61 Chapter 62 Rescue

Although Gongsun Xuan doesn't understand what Xiuzhen is, he has heard a little bit. People who practice truth are much stronger than warriors. Martial arts need to practice for a long time to cultivate true qi, but it only takes a few years to practice true qi, which is many times less than that of martial arts.

"The myth of martial arts is nothing more than that." The young man clapped his hands and said disdainfully.

Zhao Qi, Xu Mu and Tie Li were pale and couldn't help spitting out a mouthful of blood, as if they were seriously injured.

"Let's go together!" The young man waved to the four people.

Xu's face was pale and he couldn't help trembling. If it hadn't been for his hand to leave Zhao Fan's vest, he would have rushed up long ago.

Zhao Fan was seriously injured. Now he is supported by Xu's strong true spirit to exist.

Since Gongsun Xuan came in, he has been standing behind and watching. At this moment, a sense of war suddenly appeared in his heart. His martial arts cultivation can be said to be the peak of the world. If he wants to go further, he needs to explore slowly. However, the process is very long, and he doesn't know how long it will take to explore the next step. Now, there is a shortcut, that is, continuous fighting to test your martial arts skills, find and find your own shortcomings, and constantly improve. Only continuous improvement in battle is the fastest.

The reason why he walked out of the island was to find an opponent.

At this moment, there is an opponent in front of him who can compete with him. How can his blood not boil?

As long as you can constantly improve your martial arts, this opponent can be anyone. What's more, he also wants to see how powerful the legendary practitioners are.

A strong fighting spirit burst out from Gongsun Xuan, and his eyes showed a hot light.

"Ye." Suddenly, he felt a strong fighting spirit covering him, and the young man was a little shocked. This strong sense of war also made him feel a little scared.

He stared at the burly teenager opposite him, and a trace of suspicion flashed in his eyes. He can feel the breath emanating from the other party, which is no lower than himself. Is he also a disciple sent to the world by a sect?

"Who are you?"

"It doesn't matter who I am. Do you dare to fight with me?" Gongsun Xuan said extremely domineeringly.

"Do you want to fight with me? Haha, okay. Then I'll fight with you." A trace of viciousness flashed in the young man's eyes. As soon as he finished speaking, a table beside him suddenly floated and crashed into Gongsun Xuan at an extremely fast speed. Before he finished his words, he had already taken action.

Fee the rapid and fierce force, Gongsun Xuan also had to be dignified. He doesn't know anything about practitioners, but he just heard Yi Muzi say that practitioners are very powerful and don't know how powerful they are.

At this moment, from the strength of the other party, it is not much lower than your own skills. He had to be treated with caution.

A simple punch came out and directly bombed the table, and the sawdust scattered, blocking the sight of the two.

Just after Gongsun Xuan hit the New Year's table, his eyes couldn't help tightening slightly, and he smelled a dangerous breath.

A strong murderous atmosphere enveloped him, as if he had been locked by something.

The young man patted a small cloth bag around his waist and suddenly burst out a seven-foot-long iron sword. The iron sword shone coldly, like a sharp sword. The sword floated in front of the man as soon as it appeared.

Gongsun Xuan was slightly stunned. He didn't understand how such a small pocket, which was not as big as his fist, could jump out of a seven-foot-long sword.

He was still thinking about this question curiously, but the young man read a word to the sword, and then pointed to Gongsun Xuan, and the sword suddenly flew to Gongsun Xuan and stabbed him in the chest.

"Ding." There was a crisp sound of gold and iron fighting.

The sword just hit Gongsun Xuan twice and made a small hole in his chest. Gongsun Xuan stood there intact.

"How is that possible?" The young man was stunned to see Gongsun Xuan as if nothing had happened. He never thought that Gongsun Xuan's body was so strong that he couldn't hurt his magic weapon.

Looking at the young man standing there, Gongsun Xuan shook his body and came to him. He grabbed the clothes on his chest in one hand, clenched his fist and waved it in the other, with rapid force, and even the air burst into the air.

A series of sounds accompanied by the "ah ah" screams of the young man.

After Gongsun Xuan finished fighting, the young man was already miserable.

A handsome face can't be seen at this time. It can't tell which is the eyes and the eyebrows, and the head is as swollen as a pig's brain.

The young man got up from the ground, shook his doubled head, and said something unclearly.

Gongsun Xuan listened for a long time before he understood. The other party put down his harsh words and vowed not to be a person if he didn't kill himself.

Looking at his pig's head and saying such harsh words, Gongsun Xuan wanted to laugh.

It seems that the pig's head is really suitable for this young man.

The man opened his mouth and bit his thumb, squeezed out a few drops of blood, and dripped on the sword. After absorbing his blood, the sword was cold. The onlookers in the martial arts inexplicably felt that the temperature in the air had dropped a lot. Even if they could resist it, they could not dispel the chill, and they all shrank their heads.

Feeling the change of the young man's sword, Gongsun Xuan didn't care at all. He had already learned about his physical strength. No matter how powerful this sword is, it can't hurt yourself.

Maybe it was his confidence in his physical strength. Gongsun Xuan stood there, allowing the sword to stab him.

"Drip" Gongsun Xuan stepped back three steps in a row to stabilize his body. The impact of the sword just now is twice as strong as the blow just now.

It is also that the young man's cultivation is too low and there is not much blood, otherwise, the power of the sword will be increased several times. Otherwise, no matter how strong Gongsun Xuan's body is, he will suffer a large degree of internal injury.

"What?" At this time, the young man really woke up and was seriously shocked. The strength of Gongsun Xuan's body is beyond his imagination. He didn't expect that he did not hesitate to lose Zhenyuan and enhance the power of the flying sword, but still failed to hurt Gongsun Xuan.

After being stunned for a while, the young man realized that he knew the horror of his opponent. The waves in his heart turned upside down, regardless of the image, spread his legs and ran out. If you don't run at this time, when will you wait?

Seeing the young man suddenly run out, Gongsun Xuan was slightly stunned. By the time he reacted, the other party had disappeared.

The group of people in black who followed the young men saw that the leaders had run away, and they also dispersed and ran out.

Gongsun Xuan narrowed his eyes slightly, and a trace of meditation flashed in his eyes.

When his body shook, he disappeared in front of everyone.

He must catch one or two people and ask what's going on today. In addition, it is the origin of the practitioner.