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"boom!"

The golden fist print collided violently with dozens of sword qi!
It was like throwing a stone into the sea, and the dozens of saber qi were completely annihilated without stirring up the slightest wave.

Immediately afterwards, the golden fist imprint ruthlessly hit Anheng's body.

"Ha ha ha ha!"

Gu Hong laughed so hard that tears almost came out.

Who is it that I didn't understand from the beginning to the end? It's you!
Weak and ridiculous human race!
"Brother An!"

Everyone watched helplessly, but there was nothing they could do.

Under the watchful eyes of everyone, the monstrous golden fist marks slammed on An Heng's body!
"when!"

The impact sound like a bell, like a tide, spread to the surroundings, shaking people's scalp numb.

"What's that sound?"

"I can't seem to hear clearly..."

"My God! Look! Look!"

"What are you talking about? I can't hear you."

"Look at Senior Brother An! Look at Senior Brother An!"

The man opened his mouth wide and shouted with all his might.

"That is!"

Everyone looked up, only to see that Anheng's whole body seemed to be covered with a layer of golden armor, dazzling!
The 40-meter huge golden fist, bombarded on the golden armor, couldn't make him take half a step back!
Not only that, but the power of heaven and earth condensed on the fist seal dissipated little by little between heaven and earth...

"This! What kind of body refining technique is this!"

Song Wenxuan exclaimed in disbelief, "Even, even one-star Martial Master's full-strength blow, can it be unscathed?"

"This!"

"This!"

Baihe and Sun Zhengping were both speechless.

"Difficult, could it be that? No! Impossible! Impossible! How could he, how could he practice two peerless exercises together!"

"What! My fellow practitioners have two peerless exercises???"

Hearing Guo Xiu's words, the human warriors were shocked again.

"Could it be that this golden body training technique is also a peerless technique?"

"Really? Brother An, there are actually two peerless exercises?"

"No way?"

"Brother Guo, this, is this also a peerless skill?" Song Wenxuan turned his head and asked with wide-eyed eyes.

"If, if I'm not mistaken, this should be the Golden Body of the Hundred-Turn Alchemy God. This golden body, I will not be mistaken. It is definitely the Golden Body of the Hundred-Turn Alchemy God!"

Guo Xiu excitedly said, "I was lucky enough to see the deputy sect master perform it, but his golden body is bigger than An Heng's, blocking the blow of the same martial saint."

"Hundred Turns to Refining the Godly Golden Body, the peerless exercise of the fellow practitioner's spirit and body?" Song Wenxuan muttered, looking at Anheng in the distance.

Anheng, you, you kid, how many cards are you hiding?
Even a rank seven Martial Venerable can't hurt you?
"Hundred Turns Alchemy God Golden Body?"

"Spiritual and physical defense?"

"It's too scary, isn't it? So, even mental attacks can be blocked?"

The human warriors were all stunned.

"Impossible! Absolutely impossible!"

Gu Yan had already stopped at this time, turned around completely, and watched the golden fist mark disappear without a trace.

The golden battle armor was even more dazzling.

Do not!
This kid must die!
must die!
"Master! What are you still doing? Keep killing him!"

He turned around and urged, the voice stopped abruptly.

Seeing that Gu Hong was struck by lightning, his face was pale, his eyes were wide open, he opened his mouth, and blood flowed out, and he said in an unbelievable tone: "It's, it's, it's a knife, a knife, what, what, possible.…"

In just a dozen or so words, it seemed that he had exhausted all his strength.

The next moment, he looked up and fell down.

From a height of several thousand meters in the air, it smashed hard on the ground!
"Crack, Kick!"

There was a sound of fractures and shattering, and the already dead could not die anymore.

"!!!"

All silence!
Except for An Heng, all the ancient human races watched this scene in amazement.

A dignified one-star Martial Venerable, a seventh-rank powerhouse!
Unexpectedly, unexpectedly died under the hands of a Martial Emperor?
Moreover, it is only a one-star Martial Emperor, and, moreover, it's a move!!!
How is this possible!
"Ding! Kill the one-star Martial Lord of the Demon Race and get [-] million training points!"

The system prompt sounded in my mind.

"—Billion points!"

Although An Heng had already expected it in his heart, after all, beheading a nine-star martial emperor can gain nearly ten million training points, so killing a one-star martial emperor who is a big difference in level, and gaining one hundred million training points is also a matter of course. fact.

But, after all, it's [-] million... Anheng looked at the attribute panel excitedly.

The strongest training system

Character: An Heng
Realm: One Star Martial Emperor (1 points/[-]h)
Training points: 600 million
Skills: none

Alien lingua franca: Dzogchen

Six Turns of Mysterious Skills: Dzogchen

Three Styles of Heavenly Knife: Dzogchen

Nine Luminaries Moving Star Steps: Dzogchen

Great Star Luo Gong: Dzogchen

Waves: Dzogchen

Sun Moon Freedom Jing: No.13 layer (0/19-[-])
Gods and Demons Are Immortal: No.13 Floor (0/810)
Hundred Turns Alchemy Golden Body: No.13 Floor (o/810)
Split Light Sword: No.13 layer (0/19-[-])
Immortal Killing Finger: No.13 Floor (0/19-[-])
600 million!
Wu Zun, it's too valuable!
"Anheng, you, how did you do it?" Song Wenxuan swallowed, looked away from Gu Hong's corpse, and asked in shock.

"It's Sao Feng Saber Intent."

An Heng explained with a smile, "The dozens of saber qi I swung in a row have saber intent attached to them. He didn't comprehend the fist intent. Dao sword intent."

"Sao Feng Saber Intent? God, Heavenly Saber Three Styles!!!"

Guo Xiu stared at An Heng, "You, are you a monster? You even learned the three moves of the Sky Saber?"

"Oh my God! The Three Styles of Heavenly Knife!" Song Wenxuan was stunned.

This, this guy, is he still human?
"Sao Feng Saber Intent? What is that?"

Hearing An Heng's words, all the warriors found it hard to understand.

What dozens of saber intents are attached to the saber qi, and why don't understand the fist intent, can't resist anything, I don't understand!!!
Can it be simpler?
Simple way of speaking!
"Sword intent, the so-called sword intent, by coincidence, I once heard a certain martial saint mention it," a Nine-Star Martial King of the human race frowned, as if trying to remember, and said: "It is a kind of artistic conception of a sword, it is a sword. The realm of the guest is the unity of spirit, energy and spirit of the swordsman, which was born outside the mind and contained in the image."

"???"

The people around were still in a daze.

"Ah, actually I don't really understand, let me think about it again," the Nine Star Martial King said awkwardly: "It's like a sword, sword intent, have you heard of it? Sword intent is a swordsman, and his understanding of the sword has reached an unprecedented level. Realm is an extension of the origin, this origin only belongs to the sword, there is the nobility of the sword, the sharpness of the sword, the swiftness of the sword, the arrogance of the sword, the heart of the sword, etc. Every swordsman has a different understanding of the sword , the sword intent they have is also different."

"Only when a swordsman understands what the sword in his hand is, can he exert the true power of the sword. At this time, it doesn't matter even if he doesn't have a sword in his hand, because the sword is everywhere. This is the sword intent."

"Not only swords, knives, guns, axes, but even fists and palms have corresponding artistic conceptions."

Everyone looked at the weapons in their hands.

"Understand what the sword in your hand is?"

"What do you mean? Isn't it just a sword?"

"The nobleness of the sword, the arrogance of the sword? Don't you understand at all?"

"Yeah, there are still fists, fist intentions, what the hell?" Even Wang Ping and others scratched their heads, helpless.

"Actually, I don't understand either. It's normal. The Martial Saint said that those who can comprehend a trace of sword intent in the Martial Emperor's realm are considered geniuses. Even in the Martial Sovereign realm, only three-tenths of them can understand the artistic conception. Not to mention us, if you can’t comprehend the artistic conception, there is no way to break through the Martial Saint, if you really can’t understand it, just treat it as a way of mental attack.” Nine Star Martial King said with a wry smile.

"Even in Wu Zunjing, no more than three-tenths of them can comprehend the artistic conception?"

Everyone was stunned, that was a rank seven Martial Venerable!
"If you don't understand the artistic conception, there is no way to break through and become a martial saint..."

"To be able to comprehend a trace of artistic conception in the realm of the Martial Emperor is a supreme genius..."

"Three styles of swords that day?"

"I don't know about this." King Wu shook his head.

"Three Styles of Heavenly Knife," Guo Xiu explained after hearing the discussion below, "It's a top-ranked sixth-grade knife technique."

"Sixth grade top knife technique!"

"It's not a simple sixth-grade top-level saber technique, but a saber technique that specializes in saber intent." Guo Xiu shook his head and said, "The three styles of the Heavenly Saber are not so much three saber styles, but three saber intents. Saber Intent, Wild Lion Saber Intent, and the strongest Heavenly Saber Intent, if you cannot understand these three Saber Intents, you will not be able to use this set of saber techniques."

"So," Bai He said with a look of embarrassment, "What An Heng used just now was not a crazy dance at all, but?"

"Howling Wind Saber Intent?"

Sun Zhengping exclaimed.

"That's right, Xiao Feng Dao means to show it in the form of a quick knife." Guo Xiu nodded.

Baihe and Sun Zhengping were very embarrassed.

Good guy, it's obviously Xiao Feng Saber Intent, but when it comes to their mouths, it becomes Kuang Dao Luan Wu.
"No wonder."

Song Wenxuan shook his head, and finally remembered why he felt different
"Three forms of Heavenly Knife, three kinds of knife intentions. Brother An only displayed one of them?"

"Could he have comprehended the other two sword intents?"

"Needless to say, he is Senior Brother An!"

The disciples of Fengwu Martial Arts don't know what words to use to describe the admiration for An Heng in their hearts.

"I think he's [-] percent, he's already understood." Wang Ping said with no doubts.

"Yeah, I think, apart from this saber intent, he might have some useless hole cards? Forget it, I don't understand, but I know that we can trust Junior Brother An no matter what time it is." The joy of the afterlife.

"Too strong."

Whether it is Zuo Si, Lin Xiu and others, or Lin Hu, Wu Dao, or the lord of Qingfeng City, tens of thousands of warriors, there is only this one thought in their minds.

"Damn!"

Gu Yan gritted his teeth, this master is too useless, right?
It's a big realm higher than Anheng!
It turned out to be counter-killed!
Useless things!
How to do it?
Now on the side of the ancient clan, there is only him who can fight.
But even Wu Zun is not the opponent of that human race..
Why don't you sneak away while the humans aren't paying attention?
Thinking of this, he turned around slowly, and just as he was about to run away, a playful voice sounded, "Your Highness Fifth, where are you going? Do you want me to give you a ride?"