Chapter 100 Borrowing the Soul

A few days later, a piece of news shocked the city broke out: one night, Qian's house was attacked by a large group of people. After a bloody battle, most of the house was burned, more than half of the servants were killed and injured, the remnants of the overpass map were also stolen, and Mr. Qian was seriously injured.

However, even if Qian Zhai does burn from midnight to dawn, there are indeed hundreds of coffins transported out of the city for burial, but some people still say that this is just the money of the money to eliminate the disaster. A self-directed and self-acted bitter meat plan, the real picture is still in their hands.

Wang Wujian no longer paid attention to these messy news, and he devoted himself to intense study.

The solo guest valued him very much, and Merger, who is also known for his speed, also appreciated his talent in speed, but Wan Gong did not seem to welcome him, because Wang Wujian refused to listen to his advice on the senior's equipment, especially when he heard that the remnants of the Qian family were found by the clues provided by Wang Wujian. The attitude became worse and worse, and even became more and more corporal punishment with a little carelessness.

"Your boy will regret it. You will lose to the opponent who uses the long guy at the critical moment of every game." Wan Gong's short and fat body squeezed past him angrily.

Wang Wujian looked at his departing figure and smiled contemptuously. He gradually became disgusted with this dwarf winter melon.

The lone guest came from the other end, and his language has always been cutting-edge and clear.

"Ill leave him alone. You have to learn to have your own opinions, judgment and endurance." The guest said, and the two walked side by side in the corridor.

"Well, thank you for reminding me." Wang Wujian sincerely thanked him. He admired this deep teacher, because the only guest actually gave him how to create a must-kill skill suitable for him!

The must-kill skill is a killer mace that every spiritual emperor is proud of. Although it needs to consume a lot of physical energy and martial soul to play perfectly, and it may even have the effect of killing 1,000 enemies and losing 800, each martial arts spirit is trying to turn its own tricks into their own must-kill skills.

It's just that too many people can't do it, because these things are the secrets of the spiritual emperor, and ordinary people will not disclose anything to the public until they die. Therefore, the law of each martial emperor's display of the killer mace is different, and the power is also different, and the amount of physical energy consumed and soul power is also very different.

But the only guest unreservedly told Wang Wujian how he used his must-kill skill - the Jedi Strike.

Wang Wujian is really lucky. Although he is a martial artist in the realm of refining, he can learn from the laws of successful people to guide himself to become more aggressive.

"Do the greatest damage to the opponent in the most labor-saving way." This is a proposal given by Du Ke when teaching him his must-kill skills. "But don't use other people's things step by step. You can use it, but you must make it stronger."

Wang Wujian and Chen nodded earnestly, recalling the secret formula of the solo guest and practicing the "Seven Sky Secrets" became his biggest hobby.

"Everyone has weaknesses. The key is to hit the opponent's key as quickly as possible. Don't wait for him to react." This is the duel rule that Mergo warned him, "But this requires a martial arts spirit to have keen insight, and you just have it and make good use of it."

Wang Wujian kept running to the woods to practice, and the leaves of the snow tree became the "dead soul" on his way forward.

According to the method of Tieshan, he constantly waved his weapons to split the leaves. Wherever he could reach, all the leaves were damaged, and several of them had become particularly miserable. This terrible scene even attracted the attention of forest garden workers.

"You will soon be a martial arts spirit in the realm of soul communication." Tieshan said to him kindly that this senior, who is as old as Liang Qiuren, can always give Wang Wujian great guidance, and sometimes one sentence can benefit him a lot.

The weather is getting warmer and warmer, and the snow in the college begins to melt. Some places are covered with ice in the morning and evening, but at noon, there is water everywhere like heavy rain.

Some places in the middle of the mountain have exposed soil, and the snow and water flowed rapidly along the existing ditch, a warm spring.

Wang Wujian walked alone on the wide duel field. Only the ground here was relatively dry, so as not to let the turbid snow water make his shoes dirty.

Few people stand in the center of the open duel field and look up at the "Sky Flag" at a height of 100 feet. Any giant will feel its own smallness.

From time to time, there are several snake heads flying in mid-air. This is a kind of hibernating bird. Their huge body shape and rapid attack power make them become heroes in the air.

A familiar figure suddenly appeared in Wang Wujian's vision, and the white cold cloak was refreshing everywhere.

Wang Wujian walked towards her. Although it was 100 meters away, Sikong Zixian also found him. Seeing him coming with a smile, he stood still and waited.

"What a coincidence!" Wang Wujian smiled.

Sikong Zixian nodded and asked, "Are you going to practice what the teacher just said?"

Just listening to her voice, others will think that she is a quiet and well-behaved girl.

Wang Wujian nodded with a smile and said, "I can't hear it. I think it's better to practice every skill by myself."

Sikong Zixian nodded and said yes. Both of them fell silent and looked up at the Optimus Prime, the tallest and most glorious flag in the world.

"Can I ask you a question?" Wang Wujian turned his head and asked.

"Of course, you can ask." Sikong Zixian did not make any precautions.

In Wang Wujian's opinion, the difference between her and Yu Chiyan is that she does not hide her emotions at all. Compared with Fang Xiaomei's smile, she is more frank.

"Remember the scene where we fought against six martial arts spirits in Qian Zhai?" Wang Wujian reminded him.

Sikongzi Xian was stunned for a moment and then nodded.

"If I'm right, you led your opponent's weapon to the ground with your sword that night, thus winning effortlessly." Wang Wu's swordsmanship.

"Do you want to ask me how to do it?" Sikong Zixian saw his intention.

"Is it a unique learning that is not passed down in the wilderness?" Wang Wujian asked curiously.

Sikong Zixian smiled and said, "There is no rule that the master can't pass it on, but it can't be called a unique skill. It can only be a small skill of carving insects!"

"Dingworm tricks? How can such a powerful trick be a small skill of carving insects? Wang Wujian was stunned.

"I'm not afraid of your jokes. In fact, the weapons we use are specially treated. As for what we have been dealt with, I have nothing to say." Sikong Zixian said what he could reveal without reservation.

"My sword can absorb the enemy's soul power, which can be called same-sex soul power. When I take back my soul power, and then take advantage of the enemy's attack, the same-sex soul power out of the sword. If the enemy's sword is attached to the soul power, it will be immediately led to the ground. This skill is called ' Use your strength to sthreak.

PS: Unconsciously, there have been a hundred chapters. Please give me a collection. Thank you for your tears~>_