Chapter 132 The Nine Strong in the World
Chapter 132 The Nine Strong People in the World [Part I]
After a refreshing or selfish scream, Yaya waved her hand and removed the exclusive area that enveloped the whole room. The bright eyes seemed to flash a trace of joy in an instant, but it was fleeting. Atre did not find Yaya's abnormality, even she herself did not notice it.
"I succeeded!" Atre jumped up excitedly and hugged Yaya in his arms. Atre suddenly felt that this boring underground cultivation forbidden place was also colorful.
Atre threw away the all-encompassing "Black Martial Arts" casually. Now he doesn't need this book anymore. In the past two years, he has studied this book deeply, and Yaya called his way of cultivation to be branding.
The so-called branding means that the dark martial arts and magic skills in it are deeply engraved in his mind, and practice these skills in a way of spiritual thinking, so as to reach a kind of integration. Even the skills that Atre has not learned are because his strength can't dominate those powerful skills, but those skills are Like Atre's memory, it is clearly left in his mind. This final branding method is also a skill in ancient times, which comes from the inheritance of the master. For example, when the head of the sect takes over, the new head will accept such a process of branding, and brand the experience and inheritance skills of the predecessors in office. In China, the more unique point of the brand is that the memory under the branding invisibly produces a sealing effect. That is to say, when Atre's strength is enough to dominate and master a high-level skill, the seal will disappear autonomously, so what appears in Atre's mind is that the skill should follow, avoiding the process of tempering in thousands of ways, only If you have a running-in period of time, you can get started...
Atre's eyebrows exude a dark light with a devouring breath. The edge of the chaotic source is five sharp edges, and if you look closely in the center, you can find three black spots!
Yes, after two years of hard practice, Atre is already a third-level and five-level magic martial arts maniac. He is almost tempering himself day and night without interruption. The energy here is very dense, and there is also a familiar chaotic atmosphere. This chaotic breath is not the dark shadow, let alone the sun of light, but pure. The heaven and earth are chaotic. Although it is extremely subtle, it is enough. Atre directly omitted the trouble of element compression in the process of meditating and absorbing energy, which is more than twice the result with half the effort!
What does the magic martial arts madness indicate? It indicates that Atre has officially stepped into the door of the ancient cultivation system. The third level, which indicates that he can perform in a cycle between martial arts and magic skills. The specific way depends on his own understanding. The uniqueness of the dark demon martial arts system lies in the double cultivation of magic martial arts under the power of chaos, and his main body lies in creation, not destruction. Destroy!
Not long ago, Atre broke through the third level and five levels, and also branded all the magic skills of Black Bull Boxing in the classics of Black Martial Arts. This is his harvest in the past two years. Now Atre is already a elegant teenager. At the age of fifteen and a half, he has reached 1.8 meters tall and has long black hair. The shawl, the deep pupils under the eyebrows of the two swords exude a breathtaking dark light. At the moment when the corners of the mouth rose slightly, a dimple that was not obvious appeared on the left side. The invincible arrogance was more obvious, but it was like a clean cultivation of appearance. Really, how can I think of a small bottom...
"Ya, how long has it been?"
"I have never had the concept of time. I don't know how long my intelligence has been awakened." Yaya said faintly. On her handsome cheek, Atre let Zhao not eat a trace of expression,
Atre sighed that there was no time for practice. He smiled and said, "It's time to go out for a walk. I haven't felt the touch of the sun for a long time."
"Honey, you can't wait to practice. I firmly believe that the unique combination of skills of you and Mimi alone can shock human beings outside." Yaya's bright eyes were as clear as water, as if she could see through Atre.
Yaya returned to the little Akana in his body. Atre glanced around. Not to mention that he was a little reluctant to leave here, he suddenly liked the quiet environment.
"Who are you!"
When Atre passed the hall, he looked around the empty surroundings and was thinking about why the guy at the bottom of the nine boxes of St. Di School disappeared, and heard a shocking voice echoing in the hall.
"I'm Atre, No. 113, Sant'i School." Atre knew that this must be a guy who got out of the test, and he answered respectfully.
"No. 113?"
"Hehe, kid, no matter how you get here, the dark breath of the demon clan in you can't hide from us!" Is Lao Ba going to take action?
"Why are you talking so much nonsense with him? Mengjiu didn't take action against this kind of little guy. Although he is a demon, he is also a junior. You can solve it. We continue to explore where the strong breath has hidden. That's the point!" Slowly coming out of a dark corner, a rough man looks about fifty years old, with a beard on his face, refined short hair, a pair of big dark blue eyes, a cyan warrior costume, and an obvious golden badge on his chest, on which a knight's sword to sprint. This The person's name is Nie Xiaodao, ranking third. He is known as the third knife of the ghost knife.
Then eight people came out one after another, about 50 to 60 years old. Atre paid attention to it. Seven of the nine people were dressed up by magicians, and the other two were dressed as warriors. From these people, Atre felt a strong deterrent, not the pressure of breath, but from the soul. Shocking!
"Brother Stone, what do you think?" The speaker's name is Aruya. Her long pale hair is tied behind her head, and her white eyes seem to have no pupils. There is no feeling of disability at all. Instead, there is a different kind of amazingness. She looks like she is only twenty-eight or twenty-nine years old, but Atre knows that this woman is definitely not as she looks.
"Kill!" The speaker was almost about two meters tall. Atre couldn't see his face clearly. He was dressed in a purple gown and almost had a vigorous body. Jishi, 65 years old, the top strong sixth-order thunder magic tutor, the real chief of Shengdi School, nicknamed Stone.
The cold killing word of the stone exploded all over the hall like a shocking blow. At the same time, Atre only felt a town of cold wind, and an illusory figure rushed straight to him. Atre's eyes shot a dark light and shouted, and the figure with a psychedelic step under his feet also became illusory, stepping on a shadow step. He couldn't help cursing: "A group of self-righteous guys! I don't believe in this evil!"
A dark sword appeared in Atre's hand. This is not a physical sword but an energy illusion. One of the skills of "Black Martial Arts" is 'Magic Phantom', which simulates energy into a line and has strong explosive power. "Magic Phantom" is divided into three layers.
The first layer is illusion, which instantly simulates energy into various forms, so that it can be ever-changing in battle.
The second layer is illusion. As the name implies, the transformed energy form is not illusory, but a real thing. However, this phantom form can increase the attack of the body by more than 50%, and it is accompanied by a strange energy magnetic field, which can cause adsorption gravity to the enemy in a short time.
The third layer is the highest level of 'magic phantom', the phantom doppelganger, copying a releaser's body. Although this kind of split is not illusory, it has the same attack power as the ontology, but it is the existence of a virtual shadow, that is to say, before the opponent can't destroy Atre's ontology, he can only be beaten, horrible skills. !
Atare can only understand the first layer of this 'magic phantom' now. A comfortable feeling came from the hand holding the illusion sword. He felt that the black sword was buzzing and waved it. The ghost hero, Sensen sword shadow, and the roaring airflow in Atre's ear seemed to be the rhythm of chu songs on all sides, holding the sword in his hand. There is a feeling of spiritual communication. It's so wonderful. It seems to have forgotten everything. Every action is not a deliberate move. It's just a hand-in-of-heart response, as if: the peach blossoms along the way are blooming in turn, the amorous feelings along the way are charming, the blood flow along the way is like water, and the white bones are like mountains along the way. A knife light all the way, a sword shadow all the way, a beacon fire all the way, blood and tears all the way...
(The refinement conference will be held on Friday. Brothers and sisters, let's brush it up, great essence! Summon Collection)