Thunder Martial

The secret book is wrinkly, very old and looks like an ancient book.

“Sponsor, this book has no secrets. It is an ancient relic of Lao Zheng. It was obtained in the ninth death and the first life. Unfortunately, in contradiction to the Buddhist Gong Dynasty, Lao Zheng is unable to practise. Today, he has an affair with the Sponsor. He deliberately gave the secret book. ”

When it comes to secret books, the monk's expression becomes very heavy, with his hands holding the secret books, very solemn.

“Sponsor, this is a great opportunity. Congratulations to the Sponsor on this secret. He cultivates a journey every day. It must be a spacious avenue, unobstructed. ”

Monk handed out the secret book.

Ben said casually, I didn't think the monk really had a secret, and once I swept the previous grin laughed, it became very heavy, which made the purple heart unable to eat each other, and the secret wrinkled, full of ancient colors, some resemblance to the thunder given to him by the elder, almost wormless eyes.

The monk's solemnity made Purple Curious, his subconscious glance at the top secret.

I almost bled to death just waiting for myself to see the inscription on the secret book.

That is not an ancient word at all, but the current font, does not even have an ancient meaning, purple recognition at a glance.

Just look at the surface of the secret book and write in three large words, square and square.

Cloud Palm Plating!

The second-rate tactics used in the true climate are not even congenital tactics. Where is the secret?

Turns out it's the most common tactic of war, the reason for yellowing, it's totally a long time to put it on, the rubbing time is long, the dead monk is probably in his arms for a long time.

Seems to know the reason, after putting down the Secret Law, the monk flew away quickly and quickly.

“Goodbye, Master!” Monk flies away like a monk, while the sound comes out, "your bones will recover quickly, don't use true qi in recent times, lest the bones are misaligned. ”

“Monk, I fork you @ # ¥%...!” Purple mouth cursed, merciless, cursed saliva, this time he really planted it.

It was planted in the hands of a greedy dead monk, one called Thoroughness.

“Monk, I fork your whole family @ # ¥...!” Purple raging, mad raving, spitting stars spraying like rain falling.

“Monk, you fucking... which temple burned the wrong incense and burned you out! ”

Purple raging and angry, this time planting is really thorough, actually in the hands of monks.

“Fuck, it's not good to see a monk. The first time I met a monk, I met a bad monk.” The purple mouth cursed and dissatisfied.

In the distance, some people showed their heads but did not dare to go forward, they sensed energy fluctuations, just saw purple lying in their palms scolding, all of them left intellectually.

Purple scolded for half an hour before slowly doing it, grinning his teeth.

“This fucking monk, he's a tough shot, next time don't let me see him, or I'll have to give him a soft hand.” Purple moved the body, the bones crackled, and there was some pain.

“But it seems that the body feels really good.” I don't know if it's a delusion, but Purple discovers that the body is getting stronger again, and it's really useful to have a sense of roundness and softness.

“Psst, it must be an illusion, this dead monk is here for the fiery sword, definitely not relieved, will he help me?” Purple quenched the hallucinations in my heart. At the same time, the true air in the Dantian field swung, the air and blood flourished, and the purple body sounded a loud wave.

When the monk left before, he said that Purple Qi could not be used for a few days, but it was only more than half an hour, Purple Qi could be used for real Qi. If the monk was still there, he would definitely be surprised. The next moment, it is estimated that Purple Qi will be ripped apart to see why.

“Thanks to the mysterious heart.” Fortunately, Purple Heart has been able to escape from the heart far and away before, quickly repairing the body, which makes Purple more than half an hour, completely recovered.

Reaching into his arms, Purple took out a golden stone. He was about the size of his fist and weighed extremely heavily. This was originally picked up in the minefield. Purple was kept on his body and not in his bag.

“Fortunately, the evil monk didn't search his body, or it would be over.” Take out the golden stone, Purple also saw the black armor, the target of the other party is only the fiery sword, and the golden stone is not expected to be cheaper than the fiery sword. As for the black armor, although nothing special has been found at this time, if Purple did not suspect wrong, it is what the three forces want.

“For the sake of his near-death, he's been on the run for more than six months. Make sure you keep it!” Purple clad the black armor tightly.

Top secret claw, thrown aside, wrinkled, looking only at the back, looks like an ancient book.

“Fucking dead monk, lie to me with a broken slate of clouds, pit my fiery sword and yuanshi.” Zijuan scolded again, kicking his foot toward the secret.

“Puff!”

The secret takes off, hits the wall, and falls.

“Huh, it's not broken, it's not broken!” Zixuan snorted coldly and didn't even break the secret book. He stepped forward two steps and then stepped on his feet until he crushed the three big words on the palm of the cloud.

“Humph!”

Once again, Purple turned around and was about to leave, but I still felt uncomfortable, dozens of yuan stones, and a divine weapon of war, I actually only changed this broken book.

Purple turned back and picked up his secret book from the ground, tearing him to pieces.

“Spike! ”

One page of paper, torn by purple, torn to pieces, turned into scraps of paper.

“I tear, I tear! ”

Thin secrets, torn by purple pages, paper scraps flying, blinking, one secrets is going to be torn apart.

Suddenly, Zi Xiao shouted, “Ew, what's going on? ”

All the paper was torn, but the last page, purple, could not be torn, which was also very ordinary, the same as before, but extremely tough, purple had not been torn several times.

“Break it up!” Purple wrath, what's wrong today, can't even tear a piece of broken paper, it's bad luck.

“Heh!” “Heh! ”

Zijuan has once again intensified his efforts, but the paper is still intact and very tough.

“Buzz!”

Purple became angry and burned in anger. It was necessary to tear this thing apart. His body flashed with silver light. His blood continued to pour, and his hands were bright and bright, and his strength was exerted.

“Spike! ”

A light chirp, like a golden tear.

But the paper was safe and sound. What was torn was the silver light on Purple's hands, which was scratched by sharp paper and instantly shattered, immediately followed by the paper pierced into the skin and into the flesh.

“Hiss!”

Ten fingers connected, purple sucked in a cold breath, frowned tightly, at this moment he could no longer see that the paper was strange, it was silly.

Thin paper, full of lettering, all modern words, purple knowledge, nothing peculiar, just this resilience, really exceeds the purple prediction, sharpness actually far exceeds the fiery sword.

You know, the original fiery sword was cut into his hand, but only a shallow mouth, but this broken piece of paper went straight into his skin.

The paper was yellow and looked old, but very sharp, with spotted blood on the side pages, which was purple blood.

Blood follows the edge of the paper and penetrates inside the paper.

Looking left and right, looking up and down, looking backwards and backwards, none of the violets could see one, so here comes this thing, apart from being hard, flexible, useless, it doesn't have any strange feeling.

“Buzz!”

When all the blood had penetrated into the paper, suddenly the paper began to tremble and shake constantly, as if to disengage from the purple hands and fly out.

“This is...! ”

Purple's face changed, his hands pressed hard, the silver gleam gleamed, and he pinched the paper firmly in his hand.

“Buzz!”

The paper is trembling and moving faster and faster, seemingly breaking free and empty.

One hand can't, purple sticks out two, dead grabbing, silver glow, like two steel pliers, pinched tight and tight.

The paper kept trembling and seemed to break away, and the body surface had a faint golden glow, a golden glow, very faint, emanating from these letters, permeating, and the golden glow grew.

Later, Purple saw this yellow paper disappear silently. Those modern handwriting, like ice and snow, melted silently, leaving no trace.

“Is this... a seal?” Purple frowns, bright eyes, seemed to be a seal, under coincidence, unraveled by purple blood.

All the letters on the paper melted, disappeared, while the slightly thicker paper also became thin as cicada wings, brilliant as golden pouring, brilliant.

This is a magical scene, beyond the purple insight, the previous ordinary paper disappeared, replaced by a luminous light, which is about the size of a mocha palm, the golden glow, at this moment just in the purple palm, the golden glow overflows, like a golden water flowing.

“What the hell is this thing? ”

Glittering golden light, the mapped purple can't open eyes, at the same time, purple feels a pain in the palm of the hand, like a bite by something, then purple feels the blood began to flow faster and then converge towards the right hand.

Like a circulating stream, at this moment a breakthrough was found. Golden light became like a large mouth, constantly sucking on purple wounds, bleeding out blood, this consumption, purple, even with the abundance of air and blood, can't eat.

Golden light is brighter and more eye-catching. At the same time, more blood is absorbed by Golden Light. Purple waves his right hand constantly, mobilizing genuine qi in his body, but it does nothing. The other party, like the giant mouth that bites dead on his hand, does not loosen up at all, bites dead mouth.

Blood in the body, constantly losing blood, purple blood loss too much, thanks to him, qi and blood, if someone else were to change, I'm afraid I would have fainted already, even lost my life.

“What the hell is this? ”

Purple continued to shake his hand, his face was pale and miserable. During this period, he used various methods, none of which could escape the golden light.