Chapter 9 The trend of swallowing mountains

Xu Le lost two people in a row, neither happy or sad. Just as he was about to turn around and leave, an indescribable momentum suddenly fell from the sky, wrapping the whole main mountain.

Two bright beams of light rose from the main peak palace, and two brilliant seats rose from the beam. One of them was actually carried by two three-meter-tall giant apes. The person on the seat wore a book gown, wore a scarf, star eyebrows and sword eyes, and his eyes were like stars at night.

"How could it be them?"

When Xu Le saw the two tall figures, he immediately knew who they were and his face became ugly. The man who looks like a scholar is the madman of Lu, the ancestor of the Lu clan, a martial arts master who has spanned a hundred years.

The other is Cui Fengxi, a female martial arts master who has just been promoted three years ago. Her voice in Jiujian Valley is far less than that of Lu madman.

"See the two masters."

All the disciples bowed.

"No need to salute." Although Cui Fengxi is over 80 years old, he has good skills and looks no different from a 30 or 40-year-old woman. Her voice was very soft and made people feel comfortable all over. "Brother Lu, is the person the messenger wants to see here?"

Who is the messenger who wants to meet?

Everyone looked at each other and were a little confused.

Lu madman stepped into the air and landed on the battlefield. His ordinary eyes looked at the magic master.

Is the messenger looking for the master of magic hand?

"Magic hand, the messenger is going to take away the child behind you?"

Xu Le looked at the nervous Yuqing and guessed her relationship with the messenger.

"Lu Shizong, do you have any other words to explain?" Sweat has rolled on the forehead of the magic hand.

"The messenger only said one sentence, saying that you have taken good care of Yuqing over the years, you only need to abandon your martial arts cultivation, and he will no longer pursue your sins."

Self-abolition?

The magic hand master couldn't help trembling, and his body standing there trembled slightly, and the sweat on his forehead rolled down. Xu Le was also shocked. The messenger of Canghai Xianmen actually wanted the magic hand master to abandon his cultivation, so it would be better to kill him directly.

"Thank you for not killing me." The magic hand's lips had bitten blood, and he slowly raised his right palm, and a terrible force gathered in his palm.

"Master, don't be confused."

Xu Le didn't care about it. He came forward and grabbed the arm of the magic hand master. If he really abandons his cultivation, I don't know how many people will hunt him down in the future. Who can be promoted from quenching level to quenching level 9? No one came here with tired white bones, and the magic hand master is also stained with countless blood.

Master Magic Hand roared angrily, "Get back quickly."

"Are you Xu Le, and the magic hand insists on recommending a disciple who enters the Canghai Fairy Gate?" Lu madman had a disdainful sneer at the corners of his mouth. He waved his hand casually, and an invisible force bumped into Xu Le.

Xu Le really didn't expect that a generation of martial arts masters would take action against him in broad daylight. He only felt that he was a grasshopper floating on the huge wave and was suddenly overturned.

"Since you don't know whether to live or die and dare to go out, I will give you a chance. As long as you can persist for a moment without dying from Lu Da's fierce men, I will plead for the magic hand as an exception.

Xu Le wiped the blood from the corners of his mouth and was extremely calm. He nodded. He finally knew why people like Lu Dameng were arrogant and domineering. It turned out that their ancestors were not a good thing.

The madman opened his right palm, and a golden ** the size of a thumb floated in the palm of his hand and was wrapped in a bubble. "This is a drop of blood milk given by the messenger. Today, whoever has the ability to fight to the end and is undefeated can get it."

There are countless exclamations around, a drop of blood milk can completely change a structure, and the strength can be promoted in a short time. The master disciples swallowed and immediately advanced to the master of martial arts, so as soon as this drop of blood milk appeared, many master disciples showed the light of greed.

"Big fierce, this is your opportunity. Although that boy is powerful, he is not even as good as shit as you. Even if he can compete with you in martial arts, but you have the last killer, none of them knows that you have already begun to practice bitterness. The 'chong spirit' taught by your ancestors can instantly erase the spirit of Xu Le.

Lu You's words were full of excitement and his face turned red. As long as Lu Dameng gets that drop of blood milk, it means that a martial arts master will appear again in the Lu family.

"In my eyes, he is always a dead man." Lu Da suddenly jumped and climbed to the stage. He first bowed respectfully to the messenger and said loudly, "Ancestor, this unknown guy will be handed over to his disciples to solve it."

"Da Meng, this bloody breast is determined to get it. You don't have to show mercy later." Lu madman smiled faintly, and a roll of Yuqing beside him returned to the light pillar seat.

This is already ** naked murderous.

Xu Le didn't have time to think too much, because Lu Dameng had already forced him up. He stood proudly with his hands on his back, and his eyes were condescending.

If you don't do it, stand up first.

"Xu Le, life and death, you don't have to work hard for me." The magic hand did not report any hope. He knew in his heart that someone was deliberately going to kill him this time.

"Well, you old man, my ancestors once gave you a lot of opportunities, but you actually refused. Let's see how you escaped death this time." Lu Dameng not only hates Xu Le, but also hates the magic hand master. "Xu Le, the victory or defeat is within a few moves. Life and death are all in one thought. I hope you will be a good reincarnation after death."

"Do you have to kill me?"

Xu Le's body stood tall, and his muscles squirmed slightly, quietly dissolved Lu Da's momentum and pressure.

"It's the same sentence yesterday. As long as you kneel down now, I can't kill you, because I have never taken you seriously. It's not a very honor for me to kill an ant."

Lu Da suddenly stretched out his right hand, held it gently, and saw a dazzling spark in his palm.

Xu Le looked and saw that his hand showing his martial arts suit was black, full of cold metal texture like cold iron. His nails were as bright as the blade, so pale, and his original flesh and blood body changed into a big murder weapon overnight.

The spark from the palm just now is emitted by the friction of five fingers.

"Your ancestors are willing to do so. However, it's a pity that if you break through to the quenching level 4 and take it again, the effect of this medicine can be absorbed at least 90%, but now it's a waste.

Xu Le was not surprised, but a little pity that there are fewer and fewer treasures. Even if there are, they are controlled by the absolute strong, and it is difficult for ordinary disciples to get a drop in their lives.

The two fought against each other, and there were needles hidden in their words, killing everywhere.

Several master disciples sighed when they saw this scene. Lu Da's fierce body was refined by the heart and blood of the iron-armed ape. The strength of his arms must be extremely horrible, sweeping the fourth-level and fifth-level disciples, which are invincible. Xu Le fought two games in a row, and his strength must be exhausted. If he can't stabilize his impetuous heart, he can't resist Lu Da's fierce killing moves.

However, when they saw Xu Le's restless posture, they were vaguely looking forward to it. Lu's lineage has been rampant in Jiujian Valley for many years, and even the small collateral disciples are majestic, which makes these master disciples unhappy. If Xu Le can teach Lu Da a fierce lesson, they will also feel happy.

The calmer Xu Le is, the more angry Lu Dameng's heart is burning.

"Running Thunderman."

A palm print has been printed on Xu Le's chest. This kind of palm is too fast to make people unable to react. This is a first-class Mahayana skill, and the essence of the palm is just one word 'fast', which is most appropriate to describe it as fast as lightning.

The physique has been strengthened 34 times, and the strength of 50 is unmatched.

Lu Dameng's palm cultivation is extremely profound. When his hand crosses dozens of steps, it violently rubs with the air to produce a more boiling flame, which is more powerful and more powerful.

One palm pierced Xu Le's chest, but there was a strange low roar in Lu's fierce throat. He was not surprised at all. He turned around and shifted his backhand and bombarded his back to the place.

It turned out that it was the remnant of Xu Le, and his real body had escaped a kill. A hundred steps to the thunder hand, one palm is faster than one palm. The more the number, the higher the power of the accumulation.

"Swallow Mountain Fist."

Xu Le finally demonstrated the most powerful boxing skills he has secretly cultivated for a long time, which is also a first-class Mahayana martial arts. The essence of Tunshanquan lies in a 'potential'. The stronger the momentum, the greater the shock to the heart. Cultivation to the highest level really has the invincible momentum of swallowing mountains and rivers.

He punched with a loud bang, and the two of them retreated a hundred and ten steps each.

"Kid, you haven't done your best yet. Let's see how deep you can hide."

Lu's fierce arms shook, and his martial arts clothes turned into fragments and scattered everywhere. The power on his body came out one after another, and the thunder palm came out continuously. He wanted to suppress Xu Le with a strong attack.

"That's all."

Xu Le's breath was long and continuous. He shouted loudly and unfolded his swallowing boxing with all his strength. One of them was invincible by speed, and the other was tolerant of everything by momentum. It was difficult to solve for a while.

Hundreds of fists hard, Xu Le frowned slightly, and his fist bones were still not as strong as Lu Da's fierce iron hand, and he was faintly painful under the backshock of power. But to be shocked, Lu Da's fierce eyes almost protrude. With his combat effectiveness and acquired advantages of physical structure, even a five-level disciple can't fight so many fists with himself.

Whether they win or lose this battle, both of them can become famous.

"Lu Dameng, you disappoint me so much. Is this the disciple carefully trained by your Lu family?"

Xu Le felt that the battle should not be dragged too long. He roared, and the breath in his chest spewed out ten meters, forming a long rainbow.

Boom——

With this punch, a space in front of him was suddenly imprisoned, and a huge punch print was formed.

"Fist!"

All the master disciples stood up, and Xu Le's physical strength has been raised to 55. His physical strengthening and strength are seriously unbalanced. I'm afraid that ordinary people's bones have been broken and their bodies have collapsed. But Xu Le's momentum has reached an unprecedented peak, and Tunshanquan really has the power of Tunshan.

"Impossible." Lu Da shivered fiercely, and his whole body was forced back by the fist.

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