Chapter 1022: Half-Step Martial Arts (First Update)
A terrifying will filled the air, and its violent wind gathered around the middle-aged man.
The middle-aged man opened his eyes, and two electric snakes flashed deep in his eyes.
With his long hair dancing wildly, the middle-aged man stood up. His tall figure brought pressure to the surrounding void, and faint space ripples spread out in all directions.
His eyes were slightly focused, and the middle-aged man looked at the vast sky with no fear in his eyes: "Can't you escape?"
"With half a step in martial arts, it only takes me half a year to step into martial arts!"
"At that time, I was not afraid of the opponent's martial arts realm, but it was a pity that the opponent would never give me this time!" A mark flashed between the middle-aged man's eyebrows, and it was a green dragon.
"Clan leader, you don't need to worry about us! With your strength enough to escape the pursuit of those people, it's not too late to avenge us!" The warrior wiped away the blood from the corner of his mouth, and the scales attached to his hands also dimmed.
stand up.
"Abandoning teammates is a shameful thing. I would never do it!" the middle-aged man chuckled.
This middle-aged man is clearly Qing Jue, and the warrior in front of him is a member of the Qinglong Clan.
The true energy surged wildly, and the martial arts clothes on Qing Jue's body floated away, wow! A long sword appeared, holding the long sword, Qing Jue's body was in vain.
A year ago, Qing Jue gave up the protection from Ye Chen and left alone.
After entering hell, Qing Jue faced countless fights all the time, and even almost died several times.
However, Qing Jue survived, understood the Seal of the Blue Dragon, and applied his insights into actual combat. Qing Jue's strength improved every moment, until he was now half a step into martial arts.
Half a step into martial arts, martial arts will took shape! An inexplicable coercion permeated the Qinglong mark. Qingjue's eyes looked around and fell on the scarred warriors. After several battles, only more than a hundred warriors remained.
Dozens of warriors.
A dead atmosphere enveloped everyone's hearts. Seeing this, Qing Jue sighed slightly: "If you lose your will to fight, it is like a sword losing its edge!"
Suddenly, Qing Jue suddenly raised his head and looked into the void in the distance, murmuring: "Finally we are here!"
"Form up!" Qing Jue Leng shouted. The warriors who were still lifeless before stood up one after another, and fierce auras filled the air.
Bang bang! Dozens of swords crashed down and landed on the rocks, stirring up streaks of flying dust.
"Fight against the odds. The living will reach martial arts, and the dead will perish!" The absolute momentum exploded on Qing Jue, and the strong wind condensed out, forming five phantoms. The phantoms gradually materialized into five clones!
Crack! Thunder spread out. Wrapping around the long sword, Qing Jue kicked his feet suddenly. His figure shot out, followed by five shadows.
"Everyone, why are you hiding when you are here?" Qing Jue looked coldly at the void in front of her, drew out her sword, and the thunder formed a blue dragon shadow, roaring out, tearing apart the surging life and death.
Two Qi.
Kacha! The void shattered, and the energy of life and death was forced dozens of feet away. Dozens of figures emerged. The leader was an old man wearing a blood robe. He had a kind face, but his eyes revealed a ferocious look.
look.
The will of martial arts permeated the blood-robed old man. The old man's eyes stopped on Qing Jue, swept across the five clones, and sneered: "Boy, you have the guts to wait for me here!"
Silent, Qing Jue's eyes also swept over the warriors behind the old man. After months of fighting, the number of warriors on the other side was reduced from more than fifty to dozens today.
"Wind magical power!" The martial arts will condensed into several sword shadows. The old man in blood robe waved his arms, and the dense sword shadows came with a crash, instantly drowning Qing Jue and the five clones.
"Raikiri!" The thunder sounded loudly, and his embryonic martial arts will condensed, and a half-moon-shaped thunder shot out, tearing into pieces the martial arts sword shadow that came with a crash.
The five clones follow closely behind, regardless of each other!
"Bloodline magical power and lightning flash!" Thunder suddenly fell on the body, Qing Jue shot out suddenly, across the void, and six sword shadows reaching the sky fell down.
"After all, half-step martial arts is not the real martial arts realm. Boy, do you want to suppress me with just this will?" The old man in blood robe snorted coldly, his sword fingers tightened, and his fingertips hit the fallen swords heavily.
On the shadow, martial arts will burst out.
Bang! Bang! The martial arts will shattered the sword shadow, and its explosive sound echoed. Qingjue's body shook, and the five clones around him immediately shattered. The palm holding the sword continued to tremble, and a trace of blood followed.
Down.
"Boy, this is the real realm of martial arts! The game of cat and mouse has come to an end. Gaga, if I hadn't been injured a few months ago, how could I have allowed you to escape!" The old man in blood robe looked at the people nearby.
Qing Jue's martial arts will pervades the five fingertips, and is accompanied by a sharp sword energy, extremely cold, suddenly shot out, grabbing Qing Jue's heart with one hand, trying to take out Qing Jue's heart with one hand.
The pressure came in vain, like a huge mountain! Qing Jue's eyes were absolutely clear, and he swung the long sword in his hand directly, and the thunder exploded: "Thunder Escape!"
The sword fell with a bang, but Qing Jue's figure retreated like a bolt of lightning to avoid this terrifying claw.
The eagle claws grabbed the tip of the sword, and the old man in blood-robed curled his fingers. The terrifying force made Qing Jue's right arm go numb, and he almost couldn't hold the sword in his hand.
After taking a few steps back, Qing Jue's eyes were fixed on the old man in blood-robed clothes with a sneer on his face. He had to admit that he did underestimate the strength of martial arts warriors, but he still had a trump card. The green dragon mark was filled with cyan light and was coercive.
spread.
"Blue Dragon Transformation!" The strong wind surged, thunder condensed, and a high-pitched dragon roar resounded. Qing Jue took a step forward, removed his body, and transformed into a green dragon, hundreds of feet long. His aura surged, Qing Jue
The shadow of hundreds of feet turned into a stream of light and swept out.
The green dragon flew several feet away, and the huge shadow crashed down directly towards the old man in blood-robed clothes below. The green dragon opened its huge mouth, and its thunder and strong wind condensed out, and a terrifying will was contained in it.
Roar! The thunder and the strong wind intertwined together like a sword pillar, and a hazy sword shadow blended into it. The sword pillar instantly drowned the figure of the old man in blood robe.
Waving his eagle claws, the old man in blood-robed tore through the thunder and wind that came from him. He looked at the falling sword pillar with an indifferent expression and sneered: "Compared to the previous one, the power of this move is indeed terrifying, but it is not enough to shake the enemy."
Martial arts realm!”
"Supernatural Golden Claws!" The sharp energy filled the five claws, which were indestructible and could tear the sky apart, not to mention the sword pillar in front of you.
The claws of his hands reached forward, drew a strange arc, and sank into the sword pillar. The martial arts will was condensed. The old man in blood robe was not afraid of the sword pillar. He tore into pieces the surging sword and caught the hazy sword shadow.
, it was a pure sword: "As a swordsman, isn't it sad to have your sword taken away?" Holding the sword, the old man in blood robe took several steps in succession, and the sword came out of his hand.
The sword pillar was torn into pieces and fell hard on Qinglong's body.
The real bodies of the four ancient tribes were extremely terrifying. Although the sword did not tear Qing Jue's body to pieces, the power contained in the sword directly knocked him away.
Qing Jue suffered a heavy blow, and a mouthful of blood suddenly spurted out. His true form dissipated, and he turned into a human form again. His blood energy rolled, and his body shot out backwards, landing on the boulder below.
Crack! The boulder could not withstand the remaining energy contained in Qing Jue's body, and it broke directly from the middle and shattered into small stones.
The sand and dust rolled, and the injuries that Qing Jue had suppressed for months exploded again at this moment, and the sharp aura weakened in vain.
The Qinglong Clan member and several warriors screamed out in surprise, their steps erratic, and the formation collapsed. They came out with their swords in hand, and dozens of warriors rushed towards Qing Jue.
Bang bang! Just a few tens of meters away, the martial arts will of the blood-robed old man came with a bang. Dozens of figures were thrown out, and blood surged. Even half a step of martial arts was not an enemy of martial arts, let alone the spiritual martial arts realm.
The old man in blood robe looked at the rolling dust and the tall figure with an indifferent expression: "If you step into the martial arts, I will definitely not be your enemy. What a pity!"
"You half-step martial arts boy from the Eight Cold Hells, remember that I am a warrior from the Eight Hells!" With light steps, the old man in blood robe walked forward. His steps were gentle, but each step aroused a roar.
The blood-robed old man grabbed Qing Jue's sword into the air and sneered, "But being able to die by your sword is a consolation!"
Under the horrified gaze of the warriors from the Eight Cold Hells, the old man in blood-robed arms stood up with his sword and struck Qing Jue below with a bang. The martial arts will contained in his sword was enough to destroy the world.
The fierce sword wind hit his face, but Qing Jue looked at the falling sword shadow with an extremely calm expression. The corners of his mouth raised, and a trace of ecstasy appeared in his eyes, "This is the third time, Fifth Generation!"
A familiar aura emerged from Qing Jue's perception. This aura was extremely familiar to him. It was the aura of the Five Dynasties.
The shadow of the falling sword continued to magnify in Qing Jue's eyes, getting closer and closer, and at the moment when everyone thought that Qing Jue would definitely die, a plain voice rang out: "Half-step martial arts still makes people feel a little bit confused.
Accident, Qing Jue!"
This sound was followed by the sharp sound of breaking wind, and a roaring thunder dragon tore through the void, roaring for nine days, and came with a crash, drowning the figure of the old man in blood-robed robes in an instant.
Inexplicable pressure came over him, and the sword swung from the blood-robed old man's hand stagnated. He had to change his sword style and faced the thunder dragon from bottom to top.
Boom! The roar echoed, and the sword in the blood-robed old man's hand came out and fell into the stones below. At the same time, countless thunderbolts fell on him, and his figure was like a kite with broken strings, flying toward him.
Fall behind.
Bang! Withdrawing dozens of steps in succession, the old man in blood-robed looked horrified at the two qi of life and death rolling in the distance...