Chapter 8 Two consecutive defeats

The move of whip leg was hit by his arm, which is more aggressive. Thirty-three people have the power to carry it with one punch, just defeating the opponent.

Xu Le's fist hit the other party's knife surface and heard a crisp sound, and half of the knife flew out diagonally into the bluestone ground.

Yin Chen was shocked. His knife has been sacrificed with blood for nearly ten years and refined with his own blood year by year. Although it has not reached the level of magic weapons, it is not so easy to be destroyed. Especially Xu Le's breath, he is not a quenched third-level disciple at all, but a real quenched fourth-level disciple. The information collected before is wrong.

Xu Le raised his body flat, and his momentum suddenly increased. His right fist roared loudly and bombarded the opponent's chest fiercely.

"The huge stone rolls on the ground."

"Wind Rolling Stone"

"Flying sand and stones."

Three punches in a row, punches bombarded the same part, and Yin Chen saw his feet pricking to the ground, and his body flew back, leaving two stone ditches on the ground.

"Bold, the younger generation dares to attack fiercely."

The smile on Master Yidao's face had been stiff for a long time. Seeing that Xu Le's offensive was continuous, he quickly roared regardless of his face. He leaped and glided like a bird. When he was 100 meters away in mid-air, he reached out and grabbed it, and an air column formed by air bombarded Xu Le.

"Shameless."

The magic hand master was faster. He punched and saw a huge punch roaring out.

The war situation changed so suddenly that anyone would have thought that the inconspicuous Xu Le could really be clean and neat, which made the master intervene regardless of his face.

The two master masters can easily control the airflow around them and control the ever-changing air. Their momentum is too grand, like two peaks pressing down.

Yin Chen was suppressed to the ground with a flutter, while Xu Le's reaction was much more agile. He knew that if he resisted, the bones must be in danger of tearing and breaking, so the pressure came and crawled directly to the ground.

The limbs fell to the ground, the ten fingers grabbed the ground, the legs were fiercely kicked, and the waist was swinging like a huge gecko swimming. This is the 'wall game' of lower-level martial arts, which is the simplest skill, but being used by Xu Le has a sense of natural and ingenuity.

Xu Le broke away from the momentum battlefield of the two and made a defensive posture.

With a bang, the two masters made a strong attack, and the huge anti-shock force spread around. He saw the seriously injured Yin Chen humming. He was overturned more than 20 meters by the air waves and fell to the ground unconsciously.

The magic hand master calmed down, and there was a little more disdain in his eyes. He said lightly, "What Brother Yidao did was so disappointing. I thought you were the model of hundreds of thousands of disciples in Jiujian Valley, but I didn't expect that my heart was so narrow. And regardless of respect and youth, you actually took action against small ordinary disciples, and the faces of our master disciples were lost by you.

"You..." Master Yidao breathed heavily, his face was pale, and his whole body trembled. Today, he is really ashamed and loses his face. Seeing the disdainful eyes of Master Magic Hand again, a stream of blood surged up and spewed out a blood arrow in his mouth.

This is an angry attack.

"Master." The rest of the elite disciples were scared to come forward one after another.

"Let's go back." Master Yidao viciously stared at the Magic Hand Master and returned to his seat with the support of several elite disciples to recuperate his internal injury.

"Brother Magic Hand, the disciple you trained is really good. For the quota of this miscellaneous disciple, you have secretly put a lot of money on it. I'm afraid it's a good thing to increase his physique by 12 times in a month. I'm not talented. One of the elite disciples trained can still be seen by everyone. Why don't you let the two juniors compete again?

Another master disciple spoke provocatively. Xu Le looked at him and didn't know him.

"Xu Le, he is also one of my veteran master disciples of Jiujian Valley, named Hualun. The status is half higher than that of a knife master. The disciples he trained are also super perverted. Do you have the confidence to fight with them? The magic hand master turned his head and looked at Xu Le. He couldn't see through this son's cultivation.

"Please give me some advice."

Before Xu Le agreed, he saw a delicate figure appearing on the battlefield. It turned out to be an 18- or 19-year-old woman. Her skin is pale silvery white, reflecting conspicuous silver light in the sunlight.

"She actually blended Tianjing silver water."

Xu Le has read information about Tianjing silver water from the classics. This is an extremely rare energy between heaven and earth. It is a kind of liquid energy condensed in the core of Tianjing stone after tens of thousands of years of evolution. It is as valuable treasures as the blood of those giant beasts. After swallowing, it can also make the physical structure and The essence of life has changed.

"Black Lady, although your physique has been strengthened thirty-one times, your combat effectiveness can catch up with a disciple who has been strengthened thirty-five times. Be careful when you take action and don't hurt Brother Xu."

Master Hualun raised his legs and looked leisurely.

Elite disciples are selected from the three-level disciples, and those who can challenge the level are the best among them. It's just that if you are lucky enough to advance from the third level of quenching to the fourth level, you may be able to do it in two or three years. If you are unlucky, I'm afraid it will take more than ten years or even longer.

These elite disciples present are selected by the same group, so they can be challenged by leaps and can basically be selected by Canghai Xianmen.

"Master Magic Hand, I still want to have a try."

Xu Le held his fist slightly. Just now, he only burst out 30% of his strength, and in the eyes of everyone, he was a disciple with 33 power. But in terms of real power, only Lu Dameng gave him an invisible pressure among these elite disciples.

The black lady's face is like a ten-thousand-year ice cave, with no expression. Her eyes seem to be forged with a knife, which makes people feel painful when they look at each other.

"She also began to practice the bitter sea of soul." Xu Le was secretly surprised, his mind moved slightly, and the pain in his eyes immediately disappeared.

This is not a real physical pain, but an illusion of spiritual touch.

"Oh!" The black lady's mouth moved slightly, and her body was also extremely flexible. Her pace was fast. As soon as she grasped the five fingers of her right hand, she saw silver light.

She performed the Mahayana-level martial arts 'nine shooting claws', which was brought back by a senior of Xianmen when he went out to travel. It's just strange that countless disciples in Xianmen practice, but few can give full play to its essence.

Xu Le's eyes were full of flowers, and the other party grabbed nine times, covering the nine deadly places on his chest. As long as he is a little slow to react, the result is that his internal organs will be caught alive.

In an instant, the scripture picture of the three-style sword moves appeared in Xu Le's mind, subconsciously pointing out, and his whole body muscles squirmed, like waves in the water concentrating their power on his fingertips.

He is also a nine sword, and the sword attacks the claw heart of the black woman. And his fingers are sharp, leaving finger marks in the air.

This is the first move of the three-style sword.

"How is that possible?" Many of the disciples who watched couldn't help taking a breath. Xu Le's power was once again improved by three levels, and he was actually in the middle of the black lady.

"Look for death, your fingers will be useless today." The Black Lady does not change her move. Her flesh and blood are integrated with Tianjing silver water, which is not only hard as the stone of Tianjing, but also the softness of silver water**. Coupled with the spirituality of flesh and blood, even a piece of refined steel can't help her.

With the handover of nine palms and nine fingers, Xu Le showed a light smile on the corners of her mouth, but the black lady's eyes suddenly changed, showing a panic. Her moves changed, her five-finger clenched her fist, and punched a hundred punches in one breath, blocking all Xu Le's offensive routes.

Xu Le laughed a few times and turned around and avoided it.

The Black Lady stepped back ten steps in a row. She stood there, clenched her hands, and was obviously trembling.

Two blood lines penetrated from the palm of their hands, and the drops on the ground look very enchanting.

"Well, I really underestimated you. Brother Xu, you are forcing me." The Black Lady took a deep breath. Her arms were silvery, and there was a purring sound from her chest. There was a kind of energy condensing. Her ten fingertips are elongating, and then forming a curved hook, and her nails are congested and turned into black spots, just like hidden poison.

Hi-

With a long roar, the breath of the black lady's body began to soar in an instant, her muscles were wriggling, and there was a thunderous sound between her bones, which was a phenomenon of promotion. In just six breaths, his physique was strengthened to 34 times, and his physical strength reached 39, which was close to the five-level master of quenching.

Xu Le is not surprised. What is this? After sleeping, his physical strengthening is directly increased by 12 times. The black lady in front of me has only tripled.

"Brother Xu, pick me up nine claws and shoot my heart with one claw."

The black lady's ten fingers crossed the sky and bloomed with gorgeous light. It is also a nine-shot claw, but the power of the front and back is not equal.

"That's all."

Xu Le opened his mouth and sucked, and a stream of air formed a white light and swallowed it into his abdomen. There seemed to be the roar of beasts in his body, and the blood was rushing.

The magic hand master finally couldn't sit still and got up to look at it. I haven't seen him for more than a month, and this boy's realm has grown too evil. January practice is equivalent to the ten years of hard work of ordinary people, and such a speed of cultivation is also rare in the history of Xianmen.

"Rolling Stone Fist."

Xu Leshi exhibited the most profound Rolling Stone Fist. Although it was a superior martial arts, he heard the continuous explosion in his hand, and the fists were surging one by one, like a hurricane blowing waves, with amazing momentum.

"Two-clawed throat."

"Three claws shoot eyebrows."

The black lady roared, her momentum was more fierce, and her moves were completed in one go, but she could not break Xu Le's boxing in any case.

"The huge wave swallows the mountain."

Xu Le's combat effectiveness suppressed the black lady, and his fists were overwhelming, really like a wave covering the mountain on the edge of the cliff.

With a muffled hum, the black girl's bullet retreated, and her right arm fell down. Obviously, she was injured by the fist strength. What was more conspicuous was that three or four blood lines appeared on the arm, which was shocking.

"Concession."

Xu Le is rested and leisurely, and his eyes are flowing. After defeating two elite disciples in a row, the atmosphere at the scene became strange.

Several master disciples looked at each other and saw each other's solemn look.

"The glory of this battlefield belongs to me and belongs to our Lu family. Whoever dares to stand in the way will be killed." Lu Da sneered and looked at Xu Le on the stage, with crazy fighting spirit in his eyes.