Immortality Cultivation Era

"Awesome knife!"

"Yes! The old man has practiced knives for decades. It is really the first time he has seen this kind of knives. I really want to see what the knives are like."

Several immortal practitioners who practiced knives gathered together, and you discussed it in a word.

"Hey, it's a pity that the deputy lord of the Star Sect is also a swordsman of extraordinary strength. If he concentrates on practicing and waits for him to get the Tao in the future, it is not impossible to seal the gods with a knife.

"Yeah...so, young people must save the weak and keep the strong, and the young swordsman is really hurt by their overlord."

"Who said no? What is the point of this kind of conflict of will?"

Gao Ge was unmoved.

If these three words can make him uncomfortable, I'm afraid Gao Ge would have been angry.

When practicing this kind of thing, you must not listen to others.

Because those people have their mouths open all over, no matter what you say, they all have their own reasons.

For example, if you try to break through, and if you succeed, they will say that you are brave, visionary, and courageous.

But if you fail, they will not sympathize with you, they will only talk about the lack of heart, and the young people will not retreat...

There are too many such people.

On the field, Hong Ziqi accelerated again.

Above his double fists, there was a faint layer of white awns, and after a punch fell, he dragged a white rainbow.

"This... is this boxing?"

"Good! It is said that this Hongjia boxing practice is at its peak, and you can pour your body's spirit into the double fist and condense it into a boxing energy. I really didn't expect that this immortal practitioner in the Grand Master Realm can already do it. "

"Hey, the Hong family deserves to be the fourth largest family, really talented people! We are all old!"

A group of people sighed that the Yangtze River pushed forward.

More and more people are not optimistic about Yue Xincheng.

After all, the opponents of Yue Xincheng are not only immortal masters in the Grand Master Realm, but also practiced the Hong Family Boxing to the pinnacle realm.

Such a master can be called peerless!

Yue Xincheng was hit in the chest with a punch, his body receded again and again, and his face was a little ugly, but he recovered quickly.

"Huh, you can't control yourself, but in my eyes, it's just a ants. I really think you are a genius when you enter the guru realm at this age? I tell you, there is not much in the heavenly blessed land, there are many geniuses, Your strength is nothing!" Hong Ziqi laughed.

Yue Xincheng rubbed his chest and nodded gently.

"I said, what you said makes sense, it seems that I still underestimate you." Yue Xincheng narrowed his eyes as he spoke, and his coat was windless and automatic.

"It seems that I have to come up with something to make you open your eyes. Is your fist...really amazing?" After saying this, the dragon-cutting knife in Yue Xincheng was covered with a layer of golden light.

And those immortal practitioners who practiced knives, at this time their eyes widened, and their eyes almost did not fall out.

"Then... that's knife gas?"

"Good! Oh my god! Did this kid start practicing in the mother's womb? How could this be possible! At such a young age, he condensed his sword!"

"The reason why a swordsman is not as good as sword repair is that sword repair's sword spirit is even more powerful for the immortal repairer, but a swordsman wants to condense the sword power, which is really difficult. For more than a hundred years, I didn't think about it."

"His, this is not to be underestimated!"

"The old age really did not expect that in his lifetime he can really see the swordsman who can condense the sword gas! Haha! Even if it is dead, I will look at it!"

A group of veteran swordsmen are in full swing.

And the look on Hong Ziru's face is not very good.

Even if they are not swordsmen, they understand what knife energy means to a swordsman.

The situation is changing rapidly.

On the other hand, Hong Ziqi just took out his killer skill. On the other side, Yue Xincheng showed his own sword spirit. It was simply you coming and going, which was particularly exciting, but the people present were actually very clear in their hearts. This thing is simply impossible to compare with the sword that Yue Xincheng just showed. The gap between the two is really too great.

"It seems that what you said was correct before." Guo Zaizhou glanced at his son and whispered, "This high song is indeed something. It's not aimless."

"Haha, daddy, just look at it." Guo Caiyang said, "I believe in him."

"Then why do you believe him so much?"

Guo Caiyang thought about it seriously, then shook his head.

"To be honest, I can't tell clearly, maybe it's...character charm?" Speaking of which, Guo Caiyang couldn't help but shook his head, shit, that bastard's personality charm is a fart...

Hong Ziru clenched his fists, his face green.

"Dragon Daoyou, you haven't told me this thing before!"

Long Zhenyue was a little guilty, but he still said, "I know this thing about Dao Qi before." In fact, he was clear. After all, many people who had raised the dragon family died in Yuexin City. In his hand, of course, he did not deliberately not tell Hong Ziru, but he didn’t even think about this stubbornness. After all, he was not a swordsman, and there was no swordsman in the Yanglong family. .

Only on the field, because of the emergence of Yue Xincheng's sword spirit, the initiative seemed to be held in the hands of Yue Xincheng again.

Facing Yue Xincheng's fierce sword moves, what Hong Ziqi can do is to keep going back.

Before, he pressed Yue Xincheng to fight, but now he turned it over completely and became Yue Xincheng.

At this moment, the pressure of Hong Ziqi is really great. He must keep his nerves tight at all times, because if he is a little careless and does not avoid it in time, he may lose a part of his body.

Under this huge pressure, a short while later, there was a thick layer of sweat beads on the forehead of the Hongzi period.

He clenched his teeth tightly and snarled, urging the aura in his body, and rushed a step forward.

"Get out of here!"

A roar and an iron fist collided with the dragon-cutting blade in Yue Xincheng's hands.

With the sound of "ding", this fist was handed over, and even a metal collision sound was made, listening to the exceptionally sweet sound, especially the trembling vibrato, like a fluctuating silk string.

"This... this is the secret technique of Hong Jiaquan, Wushuang Iron Fist?"

"Yes! I really didn't expect that Hong Ziqi even learned Wushuang Iron Fist! Hey, this is the top martial art created by Hong's ancestors!"

"Hey, this generation of immortal cultivators is really more terrifying than one. We are really old!"

Hong Ziru's face also showed a look of consternation.

Even he did not know that Hong Ziqi had learned Wushuang Iron Fist.

In an instant, his face dimmed.

"It seems that I still don't know him enough." Hong Ziru said softly in his mouth, but his expression was a little complicated.