Thunder Martial

Now purple, clothes full of blood, seemingly wolfish, but full of spirit, eyes full of suicide.

In addition to recovering, Zhao Chan also found that Zi Chang had changed, adding an unspeakable aura to his body. This aura was actually similar to that of many powerful people.

Zhao Chan's heart got cold. When he saw the purple tree coming, his subconscious took a few steps back. He said slightly scared: “Purple tree, what are you doing? ”

Purple pedaled the snow, his eyes stared dead at Zhao Chan, coldly said: “What do you want me to do? ”

“We're brothers. Are you going to do this to brothers?” Zhao Chan stared at Zi Zhen.

The corner of the purple mouth became ironic and said: "Brothers are used to sell when they have a good interest. That is your most sensible quote. ”

Purple stepped forward.

Seeing the purple walking, Zhao Chan seemed to see a strong man walking in. He actually had an invincible thought in his heart. His face was constantly changing. One thought rose in his heart. "Purple, how can you let me go?" ”

Zhao Chan stopped and no longer retreated, but stared dead at Zijuan.

Purple shook his head coldly: “From the moment your weapon stabbed me in the heart, one of us was destined to die, either you die or I die. ”

“Doesn't it give me a chance? ”

“Just like you did to me, without any reservations.” Purple indifference said: “But I can give you a chance to start first, if you can grasp it, it depends on your makeup. ”

“Okay, that's what you said.” Zhao Chan's eyes flashed a cold light, and the dagger was already in his hand.

At this time, the purple fist also held tight, and the whole person seemed to enter into a subtle realm, a momentum like that of the mountain king, emanating from the purple.

Zhao Chan felt repressed. At this moment, the purple peak was like a mountain. The smell of the mountain was like a mountain. He could not breathe.

This breath is still growing on Ziqiang's body, and Zhao Chan is under increasing pressure. At the end of the day, the smell of the mountain suddenly turned into a tiger. At this moment, Zhao Chan felt that he had become a prey in the eyes of the tiger. He had only been forced to flee.

“No, I don't even have the courage to do this anymore.” Zhao Chan suddenly bit the tip of his tongue, a faint bloodshed spread from his mouth, the sting shocked Zhao Chan's spirit, and a third-rate walk has appeared.

With a dagger in his hand, he stared at the smell of a tiger on and off Purple Circumference, like a venomous snake, and headed toward Purple Circumference.

This time, Zhao Chan directly attacked Zixuan's eyes.

Third-rate combat technique, Spirit Snake Sword Technique.

Under the tremendous pressure of purple, Zhao Chan finally realized the true intent of the Spirit Snake Sword Method, and the dagger in his hand, at this moment, as if to turn into a venomous snake, toward the critical part of the tiger, brutally attacked.

The cold light flashed in Purple's eyes, like the cold electricity in Tiger's eyes. Zhao Chan's breakthrough surprised him, but he far surpassed Zhao Chan's understanding of the true intentions of combat techniques.

Twin fists were wrong, suddenly punched out, the first type of tiger fist has been punched out, its fierce, rapid, immediately followed by the purple fist method once again, a momentum belonging to the mountain forest king appeared, the tiger tsunami shook the mountain forest.

This is the second time Zixuan struck with a genuine blow, the front and rear connections are more perfect, and the third type is released on its own in the instant room.

Fierce tiger pounding.

Under the purple wind, Zhao Chan seemed to see a tiger, rushing towards himself at great speed, Mori cold claws, has reached his chest, the mouth of the blood basin, also to his head.

Such a strong and sincere blow directly dispersed Zhao Chan's just condensed venomous snake scent, as if the tiger had dispersed the venomous snake and poured towards Zhao Chan.

After that, Zhao Chan saw endless silver light, quickly poured towards himself, instantly wrapped himself...

Zixuan stood in place, motionless. In front of him, Zhao Chan was motionless, as if everything just now was a hallucination.

“Boom!”

In Zhao Chan's hand, the third-rate weapon instantly crumbled into pieces and fell to the ground. At the same time, Zhao Chan, unable to stand, suddenly appeared blood in the seven know-how, and his body fell to the rear.

Zhao Chan died.

Watching Zhao Chan die on the ground, Zichan's mood is still complicated. In just a few days, so many things have happened. Many Zichan have some inadaptability, but killing Zhao Chan, Zichan has no regrets.

Fortunately, all bad things are over.

But is it really over? Of course not. Purple took Zhao Chan's baggage and began to return to the original path. There is still a period of time until the appraisal of the disciples of the inner sect. During this time, Purple does not intend to go back.

Although he killed Zhao Chan, which is equivalent to a five-tier blow with real qi, it is only equivalent to a five-tier inner disciple with real fighting power, not to mention a Wang Xiong.

Wang Xiong is an eight-tier man of true chi. He is very famous among the inner disciples, and possesses second-rate warfare skills, whether it is strength or kung fu, he is victorious over Zixuan.

If Zijuan returns now, he will surely be questioned by Wang Xiong. He will surely ask about the whereabouts of the 500-year-old snow ginseng. If he cannot answer himself, Wang Xiong will most likely kill himself.

Although there are provisions in the sect, this disciple forbids any form of civil strife, let alone mutually kill each other, but Purple believes that Wang Xiong killed himself, so as not to alarm the sect rules.

In addition to Wang Xiong's own power, this aspect is also due to the lack of a strong backstage, just a helpless little guy.

.......

In a heap of mountains sheltered from the wind, the purple tray sat on its knees and practiced quietly, his consciousness once again entered the silver space.

In the silver space, the lightning teenager reappeared, as the fists clasped, an invisible king momentum appeared, while opposite it, the purple wave also held fists with both hands, surrounded by silver light fluctuated, the king's momentum emitted.

The two men were remotely opposite each other, and immediately after that, the two punches made a mistake and punched a stiff tiger fist. One after the other, lightning strikes, like running clouds and flowing water, two roaring tigers appear and rush towards both sides.

“Pong!”

In the silver space, suddenly an explosion was heard, followed by the purple tiger, which dissipated directly, while the lightning teenager struck the tiger, but rushed towards the purple, dispersing the purple body here illusory.

Purple opened his eyes, and there was a glimmer of joy in his eyes. Although he still lost today, he understood a lot more.

It has been more than 10 days since Zhao Chan died. In addition to everyday eating and drinking, Zixuan is practicing Tiger Fist and Heavenly Thunder Body Strike.

The second layer of Qi, also in these days of cultivation, reached the peak of the second layer, only one step away from the third layer of Qi.

This cultivation speed, Zijuan didn't even dare think about it before.

“My tiger fist has reached a true multiplier, but it has not yet moved freely, but a few more times, I think I will be able to break through and move freely. ”

For three days, the purple tree has been cultivated.

In the silver space, the two teenagers once again stood opposite each other.

“This time, I will not lose.” Looking ahead at the lightning teenager who looks exactly like himself, Purple confident path.

Lightning teenagers can't talk, just hold their fists, the momentum surges, just for a moment, as if they were becoming a tiger.

If it had been before, Zijuan would have been surprised, but in just a dozen days, he had fought hundreds of battles against each other, and Zijuan had already seen strange things.

Because the next moment, his momentum turned into a tiger as well.

“Ho!” “Ho! ”

Two tiger roars, the mind moves randomly, the moves have not yet appeared, just the momentum, has surpassed the Tiger Fist Type 1, directly triggering the Roar Type 2.

The similarities between the two were surprisingly similar, as if they were the same person, attacking each other, regardless of the sequence, and the two tigers rushed towards each other.

The fist wind struck in the air, producing a dull sound, a powerful impact, so that purple retreated more than a dozen steps, but the figure did not dissipate, opposite the front, for more than a dozen days, the lightning teenager who remained motionless, was also shocked by more than a dozen steps.

“Haha! ”

Purple laughed, his tiger fist finally reached the random movement, finally perfectly developed, although it was a third-rate warfare technique, but after perfect understanding of sincerity, it was no weaker than a second-rate warfare technique.

Laughing purple, the mind moved and exited the silver space.

The outside world, purple eyes open, there is a glimmer of joy in the eyes, the heavenly thunder quenches, in its own operation, absorb the spiritual energy of heaven and earth...

All of a sudden, the color of joy on the purple face turned into ecstasy. All of a sudden, he saw the spiritual energy of the heavens and the earth around him. Then he gathered from all sides, centred on purple.

“It's about to break through. ”

As soon as the boxing technique reached perfection, the strength broke through again. Purple rave, the spiritual energy of the surrounding heavens and earth, poured into the body, was absorbed by the heart, refined by the silver sphere, feedback from the heart again.

Physical condition is changing, Dantian's silver tone is changing as well.

Until the turbulent true Qi, after calming down again, the purple Qi has broken into the three layers of the true Qi, in the Dantian, pure silver true Qi, and occasionally a little lightning is swimming.

Today's double breakthrough, Purple was in a great mood, ready to flaunt himself, but his hands touched the baggage, suddenly found that the food was gone.

Food is the root of everything. Without food, purple seeds cannot live.

But now, Zijuan can't go back yet, so all he needs to do is cook some food. As for what to eat, a few days ago, Zijuan was calculated.

Eat bear meat, eat bear palms, eat ice bears.

“Now, with my strength, I think I can handle ice bears.” The purple heart darkened to think.

True Qi, combined with a strong physique, perfect Tiger Fist, seems to be able to deal with a Grade 5 Wesen.