Martial Arts: My Proficiency Panel

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The cold wind was howling, and heavy snow was blowing.

In the dungeon, countless solid ice spread until it wrapped the entire dungeon.

Jin Shiyi stared angrily at the laughing Meng Chixing and asked angrily, "What pill did you give Yan Nantian!?"

After saying that, he retorted, "Impossible! Any elixir is still useful for people below Sanhuajuding, how could it confuse Yan Nantian's mind?"

Meng Chixing's eyes became very strange, and he said proudly with a half smile but not a smile, "It's not false that people in the world regard me as a god. This god's martial arts cultivation level is astonishing in the past, and he has faded away from the mortal body to achieve an immortal body. But creating things out of thin air, turning emptiness into reality, even though Yan Nantian has condensed his primordial spirit, he still cannot escape the palm of his own god."

He was condemned by heaven before, and fled in a hurry after absorbing Wang Chongyang's three yuan, but this matter was rumored by the martial arts people of Song Dynasty that the boy named Zhao Ning repelled him.

Ridiculous!

If Jin Shiyi and Zhang Danfeng were to be killed in succession today, this rumor would be dispelled without any attack!

Moreover, the ternary of the two three-flower and five-qi powerhouses is enough for him to make up for the incomplete, and it is not impossible to go further.

"What?!"

Meng Chixing continued to speculate and said with a smile, "In other words, even you, Jin Shiyi and Zhang Danfeng, will become my prisoner, the thing in my palm. Now——Yan Nantian, I will accompany you on behalf of the god. This old friend, let's play, fully demonstrate your strength as a sword god, and demonstrate your strength as a martial arts myth!"

As soon as the words fell, Yan Nantian's figure with a dull expression moved, and his fingers turned into swords, and then the sword fingers turned into thousands of light spots of sword light, rushing towards Jin Shiyi's direction like a huge wave and covering them. go.

When Jin Shiyi stepped on it, he only felt that the sky and the earth were overwhelming, and the invincible sword rain was so overwhelming that his skin was tingling and his breathing was suffocating before he even touched him. The pain that pierces the heart.

Yan Nantian's sword intent and sword energy, which had already stepped into the way of the sword, were placed under Jin Shiyi's hood, and his power was so fierce that it could not be increased.

Even Jin Shiyi couldn't help but feel deeply helpless that the two people who were both legendary martial artists would fight in this way after many years.

"bring it on!"

Jin Shiyi let out a long roar, and the red, blue, and gold tricolor flowers suddenly bloomed, and the three elements rose sharply to forcefully restrain his physical and mental weakness. He stepped out, and the Qingmeng sword fell into his hand with a "clang!", bursting into a bright light. The eye-catching sword flower turned into a circle of cone-like sword energy, piercing straight towards Yan Nantian, like a broken bamboo breaking through a large amount of sword rain.

Can't help but say, Yan Nantian stretched out his sword fingers with both hands, and with a movement of energy, he has already released the magic sword.

Hundreds of bright sword qi burst out from his body in an instant, the most rigid and yang, the most absolute and the strongest, as soon as they appeared, they fell towards Jin Shiyi like thunder.

clang clang clang!

The sword qi fell, but it was three feet away from Jin Shiyi's face, and the protective qi rippled a little, Yu Fei exploded like foam, and then hit his indestructible body.

Jin Shiyi pointed his toes, stretched his arms, and floated up like a flying swallow, more like turning into a wisp of green smoke, rising from the ground, sweeping into the air, and flying outside.

Yan Nantian yelled loudly, stretched his body, and caught up like an arrow. His sword fingers changed again and again, and the endless sword energy just fell towards his old friends overwhelmingly, and the layers of sword intent were even stronger. The emptiness turns into reality, and soon condenses into substance, like the ocean and waves, splitting the wind and breaking the rain, splitting the mountains and cutting the mountains.

Along the way, there were endless explosions, and the solid ice and rocks were randomly smashed like rotten wood and tofu.

The two of them chased each other, like two shooting stars and a long rainbow, crossing the passage of the dungeon, one in front and the other in the back, they were already hundreds of feet away in an instant.

"Jie Jie Jie, it's time for me to act. Guan Yutian, don't just die like this." Meng Chixing looked at the two fiercely fighting thoughtfully, and the next moment he turned into a ball of light and appeared in front of him. outside the dungeon.

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Supreme Alliance, Martial Arts Arena.

Zhang Danfeng finally put down the broken sword in his hand, with a look of regret on his face and worried words.

"Official leader, you must know that everything should not be overdone, exhausted, exhausted, exhausted, fate, and life. The opponent you meet today is different from the past. This battle, although it can make you reach the peak, it may also be a moment of youth!"

Guan Yutian's complexion was pale, but after turning on the three-flower gathering state, his face returned to its previous ruddy state.

"A moment is enough! Zhang Danfeng, you don't have to pretend to be here to persuade the lord to surrender. A real man was born between heaven and earth, so why not be afraid of death."

"Good man! But the old man has already said that today is the grievance between me and Meng Chixing, and has nothing to do with other people."

Zhang Danfeng's eyes turned suddenly.

"Meng Chi Xing!"

The three blunt words fell to the ground with a clang, like a slam of gold and stone, making one's heart tremble.

As soon as he finished speaking, he raised the broken sword, and when the light of the sword shone, there seemed to be a smear of silver on the sword that rose against the wind and snow. The terrifying sword shadow tore apart the heavens and the earth, slashed down in the air with the momentum of splitting the mountain, and slashed straight to a huge boulder on the top of the mountain.

Wherever the sword passed, the wind and snow swished against the current, the ground shook and the mountains shook, and a crack and chasm opened on the high mountain, stretching for forty or fifty feet.

"How dare you! How dare you call the god by his name? You deserve death! It seems that the god didn't teach you thoroughly enough to make you heal and forget the pain."

The boulder suddenly transformed into a human form, which was actually transformed by Meng Chixing's body as tall as a jade stone. When he appeared at this moment, the shining white light shone in all directions, like a god descending from the earth.

Without any fear, he imitated Yan Nantian's way of pointing to the sword, and continuously made shocking sword moves. The sword energy at his fingertips melted into strands of white rainbows. When he stood up with his sword finger, he saw infinite sword energy burst out, sweeping the world. , Seeing him again, he suddenly withdrew his sword momentum again, thousands of sword energy suddenly returned to the sea like a hundred rivers, and thousands of streams returned to one, and a vast torrent of sword energy gathered in front of him, endlessly flowing, coming and going repeatedly, and slashing directly at the head.

In terms of swordsmanship, he is of course inferior to Zhang Danfeng who has reached the realm of Heavenly Sword, and even Jin Shiyi Yan Nantian, but in terms of the power of the soul, no one in this world can match it!

The sky full of sword qi is purely transformed by the terrifying power of the primordial spirit, each sword qi is equivalent to a high-quality sword, flying at the speed of a streamer, striking across the tens of feet long sword light above.

Two swords meet.

Sword energy is against sword light, soul is against primordial spirit.

The ground under the two people's feet opened a crack in an instant. The crack "bang" and suddenly widened again.

But when the two of them put their feet together, the crack closed again quickly, and the falling wind and snow was rolled up like a huge curtain before the collision, and then met the falling wind and rain in the air, creating a strange scene between heaven and earth , like a huge snow country across the sky.

This is the beginning of a battle that shakes the past and shines the present.

Just one move, one move, a section of the mountain behind Meng Chixing exploded out of thin air, the sword intent diffused, and the invisible air flowed by, and those flying rocks were scattered with dust in an instant, turning into Stone swords with handles hovered in the sky, stacked like a mountain, and a mountain of swords, at a rough glance, could not be less than a thousand.

Zhang Danfeng's eyes showed a shocking sword light, he let out a long drink, and pointed at Meng Chixing with his sword finger.

"The Yangtze River has flowed eastward for thousands of years, and Hu Shan's ambition has not been paid immediately. Meng Chixing, the grievances and grievances of hundreds of years will be completely settled today!"

The sky-filled stone sword standing behind Meng Chixing stood like rain falling, like arrow rain falling rapidly, covering the sky and covering him.

Each of the stone swords seems to be single, but the trajectory changes are completely different, covering thousands of changes, just like his nameless swordsmanship, with many changes and no traces to be found.

"A pile of broken rocks want to hurt this god? Zhang Danfeng, the more you live, the more regressed you are."

Meng Chixing's eyes were as cold as ice, and he raised his hand, the condensed primordial power had already slashed and slashed at the countless stone swords, completely destroying the sword intent in the stone swords with unreasonable primordial power.

There is no joy or anger on Zhang Danfeng's face, but the light in his eyes is already skyrocketing, intense, like a three-inch long flame seedling, turning into, seven inches, eight inches, growing steadily taller.

His cultivation has reached above the three flowers and five qi, and he has entered the first realm of the five declines of heaven and man practiced in ancient times, the decline of the physical body.

In this realm, the body energy and blood of the monks are declining, and their strength does not increase but decreases, but they can increase their lifespan by two hundred years.

Compared with Meng Chixing, who used Yuanshen to seize his home, he can undoubtedly live longer, and can rely on Yuanshou to kill the other party.

But the opportunity cannot be missed, there have been too many changes in the past hundred years, and the luck of the Mongolian country has been flourishing, which has affected the balance of the four kingdoms of Song, Liao, Mongolia, and Xixia. The strong waited for the opportunity silently, in order to solve Meng Chixing, the spiritual symbol of Mongolia, in one fell swoop, and break the general trend of luck in Mongolia.

As for what Jin Shiyi and Li Yun were thinking, he didn't think too much about it.

Zhang Danfeng forced himself down from the sky, the purple awns in both palms won a big victory, and then turned from purple to red, like two balls of purple-red fire, directly piercing Meng Chixing Tianling.

"Ha ha--"

Laughing again.

Unexpectedly, Meng Chixing swung his palms horizontally, and in the palms that met him, there was also a burst of purple light.

Then, when Meng Chixing's expression suddenly changed, Meng Chixing shook his body, and there was a series of sounds of muscles and bones rumbling all over his body, and lines like dragon snakes appeared on his back.

Everyone in the world knows that Meng Chixing's spiritual cultivation was at its peak in the Tang Dynasty, and no one knows what state his spiritual cultivation has reached after hundreds of years of hard work.

But after living for hundreds of years, even a pig can become a spirit, let alone the Meng Chixing of Tianjiao.

This is his ultimate move, using the power of the primordial spirit to completely liberate the potential of the whole body, combined with the power of his own primordial spirit, to erupt with unrivaled power.

The three-element unity of three flowers gathering at the top cannot be compared with it.

In the mountains, there seems to be a strong wind, and the mountain wind is bitter.

Clouds and mist surged, converging into the inflow, like a thousand rivers returning to the sea, rushing towards this place.

Zhang Danfeng's face froze.

The stones at his feet trembled, then rolled and flew towards behind him.

An indescribable aura, aura rose from the hustle and bustle behind him.

And under the influence of the ubiquitous power of primordial spirit, tens of thousands of members of the Supreme Alliance knelt down and bowed to the stalwart figure who was not like a mortal, their eyes were full of fanaticism.

But in the eyes of Meng Chixing, Zhang Danfeng and Guan Yutian, the spirit, energy, and spirit of those gang members were being sucked away by the power of the primordial spirit, turning into a cloud of energy, spirit, and spirit, rushing towards Meng Chixing's body.

A person's three yuan may be insignificant to a master of Meng Chixing's level.

But the spirit of hundreds, thousands, thousands of people...

What kind of horror should it be? !

"No! God! Let my son go!"

At this time, Guan Yutian, who was behind Meng Chixing, showed grief, because his son Ren Qianxing was also in the state of being drawn three yuan.

The overlord of Guan Yutian's generation, his martial arts are definitely not bad, but he cherishes family affection very much. Even if Ren Qianxing colluded with outsiders to rebel, he did not punish Ren Qianxing at all, which shows his devotion to his son. Pay attention to.

But just now, with Meng Chixing's primordial spirit power extracting the three yuan from the gang, Ren Qianxing's face began to age rapidly, and his vitality was gradually fading away. How could he accept this.

"Guan Yutian! Those who achieve great things don't care about small things. Don't you even have the courage to be reborn after your son is gone?!" Meng Chixing is at the critical moment of his luck at this moment, and if he makes a mistake, his success will fall short.

But just as Zhuge Liang sang an empty city plan for his old opponent Sima Yi, even Zhang Danfeng, who has suffered many losses and has dealt with Meng Chixing for hundreds of years, dare not make a move easily.

"Official leader, Meng Chixing's capriciousness must be clear to you. What can he not do for longevity? Now he wants to kill your beloved son, and he will kill you in the future."

"Guan Yutian, don't listen to his nonsense. This god helped you achieve Sanhua, so I have never treated you badly."

The voices of the two repeatedly echoed in Guan Yutian's mind, but at this moment, the magic sword in Guan Yutian's hand that had fallen into silence began to wake up, and a scarlet devilish energy entered Guan Yutian's body from the sword body, making him Started a little delirious.

"Kill! Kill him!"

"As long as you kill him, you will be the strongest in Mongolia! You are the only one in this world!"

"He just wants to take advantage of your spare resources and take advantage of his unpreparedness at this moment to avoid future troubles!"

Under the influence of Sen Ran's devilish energy, Guan Yutian's black hair fluttered, his eyes glowed with scarlet devilish energy that was consistent with the light of the magic sword, and he completely lost his mind.

"Dead! Meng Chixing, you old man, die for the lord!"

"Bold!"

Meng Chixing didn't expect that this confidant who was loyal to him dared to attack him.

"good chance!"

Zhang Danfeng seized that one in ten thousand opportunity, and a phantom suddenly appeared in front of him, a phantom that was almost like a dream, not very real, bursting out thousands of bright golden lights all over his body, like a big sun in full bloom, from His eyebrows broke free.

A phantom that is almost identical to Zhang Danfeng, with no difference in body, facial features, face and limbs, but the surging sword intent and blazing sword energy are rare in ancient and modern times, destroying heaven and earth.

Sword Dao Primordial Spirit.

Based on the way of swordsmanship, with the primordial spirit as the pillar, the primordial spirit skill, this move is designed to kill the primordial spirit, it is a killer move specially prepared for Meng Chixing by his research for a hundred years.

As soon as Xuying broke free, he had already passed through a distance of hundreds of feet, ignoring the wind and snow, ignoring Guan Yutian, soared straight up, and forced towards Meng Chixing who was still in the state of absorbing energy.

Flying like a sword, it arrives in an instant.

"Catch the sword, ahahaha!"

The heavy and domineering laughter resounded throughout the world, everyone in the Supreme League could hear it, Guan Yutian could hear it, Meng Chixing could hear it,

They can only hear, but can't do anything.

This is the ultimate sublimation, the ultimate sword in the world.

The master of swordsmanship squeezed the sword, and his fingertips seemed to be flickering like a star, like a star in the dark night, pointing directly to the center of Meng Chixing's eyebrows, without any hindrance, destroying the dead.

but.

Will everything be settled under this sword?