Thunder Martial

The purple falls to the ground, has reached the limit of life, only with the strong will to not let himself pass out.

“Buzz!”

Too much blood loss, already close to death, and the heart seemed to stop beating, but at this moment, the purple heart jumped suddenly, and then a thick silver energy appeared from the heart, rushing towards the human remains of the limbs.

This energy, through the wreckage of the limbs, through the blood, pours into all parts of the purple body, and under this energy, the wounds on the purple body, visible to the naked eye, are beginning to contract and begin to heal.

It's like taking a magic pill, the wound stops bleeding first, then the wound starts scarring, all this is just a few breaths, after a few breaths, the scar just came loose, the scar of the previous knot, instantly fell off, revealing the smooth and delicate skin inside.

“It really is! ”

The wound recovered instantly. Though her face was still white, her spirit was still plenty. She looked at the scar that had fallen as soon as she touched it. Purple eyes flashed through a bright light.

Silver energy is everywhere, and Purple has escaped once again.

After carefully covering up some footprints, Ziqian pretended to look like a hunchback and rushed to the forward speed. He knew Zhao Chan must still be chasing after him.

The wound has recovered, but the true qi has not recovered. At this time, Zixuan is still weak. Even if Zhao Chan is injured, he will not necessarily win.

So he's looking for a place to rest.

Around a hill, finding a relatively secret place, Purple began to fight and practice.

There was not much time left to him, so Zixuan had to quickly regain his strength, Heavenly Thunder quenched himself, running on his own.

Spiritual Qi of the surrounding heavens and earth converges towards purple, and the purple Qi of this moment is also in the state of mental and physical emptiness.

He felt that he had become the energy of the heavens and the earth, that he had become empty, that he was empty, that he was like a floating soul, that he was floating, and then he went to a strange space.

This is a silver space filled with silver thunder energy, and there's nothing else here that looks empty.

“Where is this place? ”

Just at the moment of purple doubt, the lightning energy in the silver space suddenly surged, a giant vortex appeared and began to devour the surrounding lightning energy.

Purple body flew away, far away from the vortex, his eyes, staring dead at the vortex.

The vortex lasted only three breaths, after three breaths, the vortex disappeared and the lightning space returned to normal again, but where the vortex appeared before, it was an additional figure.

A body surrounded by lightning.

He was only sixteen or seven years old and looked like a teenager, but this teenager was surrounded by thunder and lightning, and his eyes were as sharp as thunder and lightning.

It's a lightning teenager.

Purple glared at his eyes and looked incredibly at the lightning teenager in front of him, because the lightning teenager looked exactly like himself.

“How is this possible? ”

Purple stared wide-eyed and filled her eyes with horror.

The lightning teenager, who saw the purple, seemed to have a slight fluctuation in his indifferent eyes, but that was it, and then the lightning teenager stood in place, holding his fists with both hands, and the thunder around him began to pour.

Between them, the figure of a tiger appears to have emerged from a lightning teenager.

The indifferent eyes closed slightly, the room opened for a moment, then punched straight ahead.

“Ho!”

When a tiger whistled, purple seemed to punch each other, he saw a tiger rushing towards him.

Third class warfare skills, Tiger Fist.

First kill move, tiger down the mountain.

The fierce tiger descended the mountain, with a fierce momentum, with the momentum of the king, and rushed towards the purple. In the process, the lightning teenager struck a second punch, and the tiger growled.

A tiger roar shook the mountain forest, rolling roar, representing the mountain king to defend his territory, at this moment, after a roar, the tiger's momentum has climbed to the top.

became a true king.

The first two types are just the beginning of the killing technique, the third type of Tiger Fist, the Tiger Fed, is the final strike, also the strongest strike.

After the king's momentum climbed to the top, Purple saw the mountain king, came toward himself, opened his bloody mouth, stretched out Mori's cold claws, and came toward himself.

Later, in front of Purple's eyes, was a silver light, and he was devoured by silver light.

Returning to the mind, purple face slightly grey, suddenly open eyes, there was a tired color in the eyes, but after tiredness, it shook.

“Tiger Fist is the true meaning of Tiger Fist. Who is that lightning teenager and where is that silver space?” The violet shock is immense.

The lightning teenager only punched out the three types, but summed up the true meaning of the tiger fist, making the purple in the instant room. What he saw was not ordinary boxing, but a real tiger, a true mountain forest king.

Tiger Fist is on a fierce route. Purple thinks that they are already proficient and can be punched upside down, but when he sees the thunderous teenager's intentions this time, Purple realizes how ridiculous his previous thoughts are.

Only three types of Tiger Fist, one that focuses more on the change of momentum than the other, and the third is a combination of the first two types, will trigger the third type of Tiger Feud.

It would be ridiculous and ridiculous to fight backwards.

And Zixuan is also the first time, truly knowing that war technique also has true intentions.

Unexpectedly, Purple stood up and he shook his fists with both hands. All he could think about was seeing the scene of a lightning teenager. His real temper began to pour, and his mind thought of the momentum belonging to the tiger.

He wasn't in a hurry to make a move, he let himself climb.

Between them, Purple seemed to feel that he had been transformed into a tiger.

Just when this feeling appeared, Purple punched out the first type of tiger fist, the tiger descended the mountain, cheering on the hegemony, with the smell of belonging to the king.

The first type of strike, the momentum has not yet dispersed, immediately followed by the second type, the tiger roar, the tiger roar, the mountain forest, the beast subjugation, the tiger king's momentum, even more climbed to a peak, at this time, the third type appeared like clouds and flowing water.

Fierce tiger pounding.

The last trick appeared in the instant room, rushing forward with a fierce momentum.

“Puff!”

Ahead, Ziqian's last punch hit a big stone.

On the big stone, a fist print instantly appeared, immediately centered on the fist print, a small crack, spread towards the surrounding area, and finally, the big stone broke into pieces.

“Is that what I did? ”

Looking ahead at the broken boulder, Purple stared wide-eyed and felt incredible.

When the Tiger Fist was first attempted, the three connections were inconsistent, but by the time the last one came out, it had this power, purple joy.

From today onwards, he abandoned the technique completely and began to understand the true intentions of the technique, pointing directly to the heart of the tactics.

“The blow was powerful, but it was also terrible to consume, and the second layer of authenticity consumed nothing.” Purple shook his head and sighed, but his eyes were full of joy.

Now he is on the second level of the real qi, when the attack power has far exceeded the previous level of the real qi, the combination of body and tactics strikes a blow, comparable to that of the disciple of the inner door on the fifth level of the real qi.

“The great catastrophe is immortal, and there will surely be a blessing after it. Indeed, this ancient man's famous words are true.” Purple hearts exclaim that at this moment he seemed to see a path to the strong that stretched out in front of him.

“Regardless of who the thunderbolt teenager is or where the thunderbolt space is, as long as it helps me, now is the time to solve Zhao Chan.” Purple laughed coldly and murderous intentions appeared again in his eyes.

Now Zhao Chan is not going to kill him, but he is going to kill Zhao Chan. Such an odd encounter, naturally no one can know, wealth is not revealed, and Zixuan finally understands the truth.

For a 500-year snow ginseng, Zhao Chan is going to kill himself, not to mention such an odd encounter. Though Zijuan still doesn't know what is in his heart, it is definitely not ordinary. Once said, don't say that the disciples of Lingwuzong's inner gate want to dig his heart, it is the elder ancestor, it seems highly likely to do the same.

With great confidence, Purple chose to take the initiative and recover the true Qi consumed as quickly as possible, then Purple returned to its original path.

......

Zhao Chan has almost collapsed. Zixuan is a monster. He is not dead yet after taking his own must-kill blow. In this previous attack, he pierced Zixuan's heart again, but the latter is still not dead.

“Isn't his heart on the left?” Zhao Chan couldn't help frowning, rumors were that some people were born with extraordinary talent, others had strange body structures, and that the heart did not grow on the left, but on the right.

“Probably the next time I attack his right chest position.” Zhao Chan couldn't help but say that he was still suppressing the wounds and that it was necessary to catch up with Purple.

But Zixuan was far more tenacious than he thought, he still hasn't fallen, even the blood on the ground is gone, can only follow the footprints to find.

Zhao Chan suffered in his heart, but had no remorse at all. He just felt angry. “Purple, I will not let you live. Even if you have an adventure, fortunately you are not dead, repaired Dantian, in just a few days strength will not grow anywhere. If I kill you, all your adventures will be mine. ”

“Really?” Just after Zhao Chan muttered to himself, an indifferent voice suddenly rang from the front.

Zhao Chan's complexion changed and looked ahead.

Zizheng walked out of the mountain recess, and the snow pounded on his feet.

“Is it you, your wounds recovered?” Zhao Chan couldn't help but shout when he saw Zixuan walking one step at a time, and his mood sank to the bottom of the valley.