War God Asura

After all, the strong on this continent are like clouds, so the only thing Xing Jue can do is to practice penance, and then penance.Only by giving can there be rewards. Despite this talent that is far beyond ordinary people, Xing Jue has always believed in this truth. This has been the case for the past 15 years, and it is still the case today.

So in the night in this world when he fell asleep, a 15-year-old boy began to practice hard under the starry night sky.

However, Xing Jue had practiced for a full year of hard work.

Time flies like an arrow, and a year is fleeting.

On the top of the hill where Xingjue lived, there was a huge iron pillar with a diameter of one and a half meters and a height of more than ten meters.The iron pillar is deeply inserted on the top of the rock, looking from a distance like the Monkey King's Wishful Stick, giving people an indestructible feeling.

But when you look closely, you will be shocked to discover that on this seemingly indestructible iron pillar, there are densely packed palm prints. The shallowest palm prints are also one centimeter deep, and the deepest are actually several centimeters deep. And these palm prints Naturally it came from Xingjue.

At this moment, Xing Jue was standing in front of Tie Zhu, wearing a black shirt, dancing with the wind, looking extraordinarily energetic, but also a bit more mature on the originally delicate and tender face, Xing Jue looked at Tie Zhu, who was close at hand. Slowly raised his right hand, and at the moment when he raised his hand, a large amount of pale golden martial energy also continuously poured into his right hand.

With the influx of martial energy, Xing Jue’s right hand actually began to emit a golden light, and as the martial energy continued to condense, the light became more and more prosperous. When it reached its peak, it was very dazzling and terrifying. The breath also radiated from his right palm.

Suddenly Xing Jue shouted violently, and raised his right hand, which had gathered a strong light, and blasted it fiercely against the huge iron pillar, and the light in his right hand turned into one, and Xing Jue The radiant palm prints of the same size of the palms swept toward Tie Zhu's direction with brilliant afterimages.

"Boom Rumble"

The ray of palmprints blasted on the iron pillar without any surprise, and the piercing roar spread around the iron pillar.Even the land above the mountain trembled slightly.

"Squeaky..."

A palm print 20 centimeters deep was engraved on the iron pillar, and a series of small cracks began to spread from the palm print, and finally became bigger and bigger, spreading on the entire iron pillar.

"Boom" As the crack deepened, Tie Zhu finally fell to the ground under a loud noise.

"Haha, did you finally succeed?" Xingjue smiled excitedly looking at the iron pillars that fell to the ground, broken into pieces.

After a year of painstaking practice, Xing Jue has now mastered the Xuan-level elementary martial art "Wind Devouring Palm", and his own strength has reached the level of terror at the pinnacle of a high-level martial artist, even from the "martial master". Only one step away, such a speed of cultivation, even if it is described as an evildoer, it is definitely not an exaggeration.