A wishes and anger that disappeared made him punch, no matter how painful, he didn't care.
He wants to win!
He wants to win!
He wants to crush all enemies!
This is his confidence!
However, Xia Yu's fist became more and more powerful, more and more fierce, making him unconvinced, and slowly had a trace of fear.
This guy, Yuanli is so deep?
Is it incomplete?
His Yuanli has already consumed a lot.
If this guy has been so brave, how long can he resist?
Does he seem to be tired at all?
At this time, Xia Yu, the expression on his face was getting easier and easier.
Even the corners of his mouth rose slowly, and there were more and more smiles.
Because he found that he encountered the best sparring.
Previously, he had always had seven stacks, and there was no chance at all. Cultivating more times.
Just faced with the full attack of Chu Jiangsheng, he barely used the 13 stacks.
However, it is very impure.
And now, when he waved dozens of times, hundreds of thirteen stacks, he gradually became extremely familiar.
He found that with his pure maturity, the power of infinite punch is getting more and more.
Not only that, collision again and again, void crushing again and again, all play a strong oppression effect on his body.
Indirectly, make his body stronger and stronger.
The Yuanli of the Thirteen Small Worlds is getting more and more rapidly every time.
These Yuanli is still constantly repairing the wounds.
Competition of the body, he is not afraid!
Competition of Yuanli, he is not afraid!
Compassion, he is not afraid!
Where can I find such a good sparring?
"Boom ..."
In a moment, Xia Yu didn't know how much punch did it out?
Finally, after a punch, Chu Jiang took a step back.
The next moment, the storm -like fist, let him go back again.
Chujiang's appearance is extremely gloomy, and he can't hold it anymore. His Yuanli and his body can't hold it.
That sense of weakness made Chu Jiangsheng think about roar.
However, he knows that this is nothing to do.
And Xia Yu's fist seems to be endless, and he punch it with a punch.
puff!
Chu Jiangsheng, who retreated in succession, couldn't help but spit out a blood.
He couldn't care about blood, he could only retreat, and kept punching.
puff!
A sip of blood sprayed out again.
The almost numb punch made his mentality, and it was about to collapse!
Is this Xia Yu not tired?
Is his Yuanli so endless?
I don't know how many punchs have passed. Unconsciously, he has retreated to the edge of the square.
Afterwards, there is no retreat!
"kill!"
With a roar, Chu Jiang was unwilling, urging all the remaining Yuanli, and blasted out.
"Why?" Chu Jiangsheng yelled.
"Bang!"
A loud noise!
The figure of Chu Jiangsheng suddenly retreated to the void of the rear through Xia Yu's power.
Although he is not reconciled!
However, he still has a larger goal. His goal is to stand at the pinnacle of the five major gods and accept the worship of countless people.
He is unwilling to die here!
He can't die here!
Isn't it any failure?
It's a big deal, come again!
He escaped!
He wants to escape!
Suddenly, a little cold, flashed without.
"No!"
Chu Jiangsheng roared, his eyes were sinic, and his face was unwilling.
He felt vitality and quickly left the body.
The fear of death surrounds him!
"I'm going to die!"
"I'm really going to die!"
"I can't die!"
Chu Jiangsheng's body fell into the sky.
Consciousness, darkness!
"What a pity, a good opponent! Killing you is the best respect for you!"
Xia Yu put away the Evil Dragon Spear with a look of unfulfilled satisfaction.
Across the way, everyone looked shocked when they saw him.
Aren't you satisfied?
Even Tang Wanqing was a little surprised.
She could see that Xia Yu's combat effectiveness was improving little by little.
It's scary to make such progress in battle!
She knew that in the Middle-earth China, there were several peerless geniuses who were powerful in battle after battle. Their momentum and invincibility were very terrifying!
She didn't expect that she could see one in a poor place like Daxia Dynasty.
Incredible!
"Why are your expressions so strange?" Seeing everyone's expressions, Xia Yu couldn't help but ask.
Everyone was stunned for a moment!
You ask this, how should I answer you?
"Walk!"
Suddenly, Qi Huang gave a loud shout, turned around and left.
The movement speed is unprecedented.
The other disciples of Shengwu Academy also stood up and ran very fast.
That speed made it impossible for others to react.
Xia Yu did not pursue him.
To him, it doesn't matter whether these people are killed or not!
The most important thing is that he doesn't have much energy left.
I don’t know if there is any danger ahead, but it’s better to retain some strength and be careful.
He looked at the main hall on the side and said: "This should be our destination, let's go in and have a look."
Everyone nodded subconsciously.
The huge stone hall is extremely empty.
Giant stone pillars, which can only be embraced by five or six people, support the main hall.
There is one every ten feet.
Lifting his head, he was at least ten feet tall.
On the top of the hall, countless fist-sized pearls are inlaid on it, emitting a soft light.
What do the giant murals on the stone walls on both sides of the hall seem to be telling?
Deep in the hall, there is an altar.
"I have never heard of this hall before, please be careful." Su Xiang'er said.
Everyone else nodded. Whether it was the royal family, the Holy Dao Academy or the Taoist Academy, they had explored the secret realm countless times, but this was indeed the first time that this hall had appeared.
No one knows what will happen, so it’s better to be careful.
Xia Yu walked to the first mural on the left, which was a young man meditating.
Next to him stood a middle-aged man with an air of immortality.
The second picture shows a young man practicing a set of sword skills. What does the middle-aged man next to him seem to be saying?
In the third picture, a young man is playing the piano, and there are several birds listening on the branches nearby.
The fourth picture…
There are a total of forty-nine strokes, and each mural tells what happened to this young man.
The last few pictures show the young man turning into a middle-aged man, fighting an enemy for a long time, and eventually being seriously injured.
Obviously, this young man is the monk at the tenth level of the Saint Realm, and this is his life.
This secret realm is his last relic.
After everyone looked at all the murals, everyone had different expressions.
Finally, everyone walked to the altar.
On the altar, there was only a stone pillar that was about half the height of a man and as thick as the waist, and nothing else.
Everyone studied it for a long time, but still found nothing.
At this time, Xia Yu slowly walked behind the first mural and fell into deep thought.
He released his energy and tried to invade the painting, but found nothing.
He released the consciousness again, and there was no movement.
Frozen, he tried it again before he reached the second, and there was no harvest.
In the end, he went to the third picture, and it was a scene of young people playing the piano.
Yuanli, consciousness, still found nothing.
Just when Xia Yu wanted to give up, a spiritual light flashed in his mind.
The next moment, he closed his eyes, sank into his body, and began to feel the avenue of the sound.