Chapter 162, roaring beast, domineering and amazing

The reason why the three elders of the blood clan are strong and fearless is that all three of them are strong on their own paths.

Li Zhe, the elder of the Li family, has unparalleled poison skills. He combines poison with gas and becomes a Tao with magic. The killing is terrible and unparalleled in scope.

Su Xin, the elder of the Su family, is good at Taoist beast language, and is proficient in heart and mystery. Both heart and art are strengths. In this way, they promote themselves to reach the realm, have a profound cultivation, and attack the fierce.

Only Zhu Yun, the elder of the Zhu family, Qi Dao, Xin Shen and swordsmanship all break through their own limits and reach the realm, so he is said that his potential is the first and his talent is unparalleled.

It's just the five aspects of mind, body, qi, skill and momentum. It doesn't mean that you have more breakthroughs, the stronger your strength is, but the higher the depth of your understanding, the stronger your own strength. Although the multi-point breakthrough is deeply accumulated, it may also drag down the overall progress of practice.

It's just the five aspects of heart, body, qi, art and potential. The more breakthroughs there are, the deeper the accumulation of your own heritage will be. In the future, you will encounter a bottleneck in a certain aspect. You can also use the stone of his mountain to attack jade and accumulate your own strength without stopping. Therefore, there are pros and cons between Jing and Bo. There is a delicate balance among them, which requires monks to accurately grasp according to their own qualifications and strength.

For example, in front of him, Zhu Yun's mind, air, swordsmanship, and the three cultivations are extremely exquisite and profound. His accumulation is far greater than the bitterness in front of him, but the bitterness is slightly higher than his bitterness swords. Although the comprehensive strength is weak, the individual strength is strong, and the swordsmanship cultivation is often directly related. Fighting life and death, as long as this kind of thing is a little worse, the result may be the difference between life and death.

Sorrow, sorrow, suffering, hurt the four realms of swords are pervasive, disturbing people's emotions, disturbing people's hearts and minds. The long sword like dead wood in the hands of the bitter silence has already vacated the scabbard, so he still has a leisurely smile: "Zhu Yun, is it worth it? I really didn't expect that you would be the first one to pop out of the three old ghosts of the blood clan.

"If Li Zhe comes out and we play with two hands, he bows his head to me, admits his mistake, and then let Han Ying marry Ji Zhu, and everything will be over. The bitter sword gate and the blood spirit are still an iron wall alliance. If Su Xin comes out, I will turn around and leave. The old covenant will naturally be invalid from today, but this time it is my sword. I really didn't expect that you were the first one to jump out and draw the sword for the younger generation. You and I are suffering from each other, and the swordsmanship is comparable. If we fight, you are likely to be born and die within ten moves. It doesn't matter. Is it worth it?

He smiled and doubted, and his shabby Taoist robe suddenly shattered, revealing a shining black suit.

"Although, I have long wanted to understand your sword, heart and anger. But I didn't expect it to be like this at this time.

After a word, the mood suddenly changed in the old man's eyes with a serious appearance. Although there were no words, an unspeakable sadness had been revealed. He seemed to be immersed in a strange artistic conception in an instant.

It was not until this moment that Zhu Yun, who had been closing his eyes and adjusting his breath, suddenly opened his shining eyes. It should have been like this a long time ago. There is not so much nonsense. As long as the person who wins you, loses your sword, the three old men of blood and soul, it is not the general situation for anyone to come out.

After a word, the dark shadow of the bitter and silent master's mysterious clothes suddenly flashed away. Zhu Yun's face was cold and slowly drew his sword. The faint purple meaning brought by the strange skill "Zi Xiaoyan" was spread all over the long sword in his hand in an instant.

Ordinary Zhu Yun will laugh, make trouble, and make fun of the younger generation for the old, but Zhu Yun, who holds the cold front in his hand and pulls his sword out of the sheath, always has only one expression, which is a piece of cold indifference, calming to a terrible situation.

Sword fights for life and death, and I forget both. At the moment when his mind returned to normal, Zhu Yun's eyes suddenly fell into a hollow. The long sword in his hand "cut the immortal" did not want to cut into the void on the left side. The next moment, the long swords of Zhu Yun and the bitter silence finally had a direct attack for the first time.

The purple is diffuse, the gray is vertical and horizontal, and the blade is pointing against each other. The two swords could not stab each other for a while, and the bitter silence had snorted and retreated. He was much older than Zhu Yun. When he was a teenager, he took a strange treasure that greatly increased the thickness of Zhenyuan. Although he was not an airway expert, in fact, Zhenyuan's cultivation was extremely strong and profound, and Zhu Yun, who was more than 20 years younger than him.

He is more than 100 years old this year, but Zhu Yun is just in his early 80s. Among the high-level monks, he can be said to be 'young'.

He just fought with Zhu Yun with a skill thickness of more than 20 years. In the end, he was penetrated by the body and burned the meridian qi veins, but he was the bitter and silent superior himself. The faint purple fire on Zhu Yunjian is really terrible and extremely pure in nature. It really eliminates the opponent's strength like a flame and counterattacks the opponent's meridians. It is extremely strange and terrible.

The bitter silence has been hurt by the meridians by Zixiaoyan through the strength of the sword. Naturally, he can only fly back. Fortunately, he has a deep skill and strives to lose part of Zhenyuan. He finally disperses the difficult purple fire from his body, but the injured qi meridians and meridians can't get better for a while. Zhenyuan flows through, faint pain, and the dark wound has been left.

"Is this the Qigong "Zi Xiaoyan" that Zhu Yun relied on to reach the airway? Sure enough, the nature is strange and the power is unpredictable. Unless the power is as pure as his, it will double the thickness of the real yuan, and you don't want to take advantage of this skill in front of this skill.

While thinking about it in his heart, he waved his sword with one hand and put a sword seal in front of him. However, the strange thing was that Zhu Yun, who clearly had the upper hand, did not enter the sword directly, but turned around strangely during the process of the battle, and even his eyes retreated from the emptyness. Obviously, his attention It is no longer above the battle at this time.

From here, it can reflect the difference in the cultivation of the two people's minds. Zhu Yun has found it for a long time, and it was only in Zhu Yun's strange expression.

There are faint birds and insects leaping between the dense mountains and forests in the Blood Spirit Ridge. Many birds that live and prey on at night directly change their work and rest, spreading their wings and flying in the blue sky and white sun. When the cultivation reaches a certain level, people with a mind can gradually clearly feel that a terrible and fierce breath, like the breath of an ancient fierce beast, is slowly flourishing.

The originally calm surface of the lake was blown by the faint fluctuating breath, and the sound was getting louder and louder, and the rising water surface ripples were also more and more gorgeous and amazing. Finally, it was like a river roaring and beating the shore.

With a "suffocation", the bitter silence suddenly came to his senses from the abnormality in front of him, but he saw that Zhu Yun, who had just been boiling and murderous, had put his sword back to its sheath, dressed in a purple robe, and walked away leisurely with his sword.

"Where are you going? There is no result in this battle. The bitter superior took a step forward and asked questions, but did not speak with a sword and stabbed directly. At this time, he was burned by Zi Xiaoyan and had suffered some small losses. When he really fought, the probability of winning and losing four wins and six losses was afraid that it would fall again.

"There is no need for me to take action anymore. The owner has come. Do you still need me, a grandfather, to work hard? My blood is not like the bitter silence sword door. There are hundreds of people, but they are all supported by you, an old and immortal guy. Alas, it's pathetic and sad, bitter and sad.

In a word, it is so mean that the blue veins on the forehead of the silent person jumps, but it is difficult to refute. Because of this, the real Yuan is fierce in the middle of the sky, and the Yuanxi is like a tide.

A powerful figure like a dragon and a tiger has carried a tsunami-like shocking popularity, killing and roaring.

In mid-air, a voice sounded like thunder, which was extremely powerful. Old man, are you going to rob my daughter-in-law? Eat me with a punch." The fierce roaring beast roared fiercely and amazingly. In the fishy wind all over the sky, the Zhu family's iron beast controlled a white tiger shadow and killed it out of thin air, roaring and roaring power.

"One or two teams can't talk about the word "gathering together". The family will not recall all the teams originally dispatched in the Viper Project.

Zhu Peng's hands fluctuated, gently rubbing the temples on both sides of his head to relieve nerves, while talking questions.

He should have thought for a long time that with the fierce style of high-level decision-making, how could he easily withdraw the bloody teams that have destroyed the enemy's logistics and had an effective effect because the three-ethnic alliance was prepared for action. If it were me, I'm afraid that those teams would rather fight hard there than contain the other party's considerable elite strength, which may kill a lot of people, but it will definitely greatly ease the defense difficulty of Su Wenshe stationed in the Oriental Qinglong City. No matter how sinister it is, the bloody monks in this group of poisonous snakes plan, in addition to a pension, other rewards such as family contributions can be greatly saved, which can also be regarded as a disguised saving a lot of money for the family.

But now it is the order of the clan to return the teams. Such an order that does not conform to the principle of maximizing the interests of the family was originally very puzzled. It was not until he heard the word "gathering" from Mo Xiu's mouth that Zhu Peng's mind was like a dazzling lightning in the night, which made Zhu Peng's thoughts and ideas suddenly lively.

"If the troops gather together this time, it is also to maximize the interests of the family. Then, I'm afraid we will receive an order to meet with other teams. At that time, the family will give us such an order..."

Thinking slowly, he gradually straightened out the thoughts in his mind. Zhu Peng gradually looked away from Qinglong City and looked at the big rear of the Three-Mile Alliance, which was the enemy's defense and material reserve.

"Yes, the other party's logistics has been affected by the Viper Plan and the supply is insufficient. If they have the material reserves, they will be given to the nest by the bloody dead, and the opportunity for our clan to counterattack and win will be in front of us."

Zhu Peng's side muttered, and Mo Xiu had already received the summoning flying charm.