martial arts accelerator

Chapter 213
Outside the cave, the entire mountain glowed with a light blue luster.

The monstrous flames swept across the cave, but none of the flames could rush out of the cave, obviously some kind of prohibition was in effect.

Several breaths erupted one after another, and in contrast, there was a flurry of changes in the sky.

In the wind, dust, clouds, thunder, rain and dew, the flames rushed and roared, not giving up half a step.

"This Song Sicheng is really fierce."

Zhang Yong couldn't help but sigh with emotion.

As an opponent several times before, he could clearly feel the strength of the opponent under the calm and calm conditions. Now he is fighting against the master of Yunyin faction alone, and his momentum is not inferior.

I really don't know what state Xiao Tianruo has reached now that Song Sicheng can be kicked out.

Just as Zhang Yong was eating melons at the side of the stall, another change occurred in the field.

"Third brother, go and catch that kid outside!"

In the turbulent vortex of vigor, a ray flew away from the cave immediately and shot towards Zhang Yong.

Seeing that the opponent did not dodge or dodge, the third elder was overjoyed, and the speed was three points faster.

The five fingers are grasping, and they are about to touch the right shoulder, only then can they hear the other party's self-talk.

"Forget it, it's good to share some pressure with Lao Song."

Alarm bells rang out in his heart, and the third elder tried his best to turn around.

In the vision of howling on the top of the mountain, the stars flashed and shone through the sky.

"Myriad Transformation Realm?"

Following Zhang Yong's attack, doubts turned into fear.

The whole body's vigor was like paper paste, smashing and smashing, and the fists were getting closer and closer.

The third elder retreated sharply, Zhang Yong followed him like a shadow, as if he had crossed the barrier of space, let him do his best, but nothing worked, until the world in his eyes was completely covered by his fists, and there was nothing else.

The third elder closed his eyes weakly.

Yu Changshun tried his best to rescue.

Song Sicheng's eyes flickered, staring at the direction where the two were fighting.

With a panoramic view of everything in the arena, Zhang Yong smiled slightly, swung his fist into fingers, and knocked down the third elder with one blow.

Before Yu Changshun could heave a sigh of relief, Zhang Yong rushed over again.

"I have admired Sect Master Yu for a long time, and I am here to ask for advice."

"I didn't expect a humble junior to be a master of Wanhua Realm. Song Sicheng really took great pains."

Yu Changshun flicked his long sleeves, and the wind spun around his body.

"Forget it, Song Sicheng won't ignore you if he takes you down."

After finishing speaking, the surrounding wind turned into sharp arrows and shot out quickly.

There is no image of the wind and arrows, Zhang Yong opened the tortoise shell, and after a whole ping-pong sound, all the sharp arrows were stopped.

The shattered wind arrow didn't disappear, but instead burrowed into the tortoise shell gap.

Yu Changshun raised his hand and shook it.

Rigidity and softness are transformed, and the blast turns into a sharp weapon again.

The golden light flashed away, and there was a harsh cutting sound from Zhang Yong's body.

"Killing the golden body?"

Just when Yu Changshun was in doubt, the flames exploded from the cracks in the tortoise's shell. Taking advantage of the wind, the fire instantly burned the periphery of the cave into a sea of ​​flames.

Yu Changshun frowned slightly. After this short fight, he already knew that his opponent was definitely not an easy person, and it would be difficult to win a quick battle. Song Sicheng in the cave
The battle situation deteriorated far faster than he imagined.

Song Sicheng used his exercises to absorb all the flames outside the cave, and the flames all over his body became more and more dazzling.

"Tear!"

There was a crack in everyone's heart.

The blue light on the mountain dissipated, and Song Sicheng broke out.

"Stop him!"

Yu Changshun no longer had time to talk to Zhang Yong, so he turned his head and went straight to Song Sicheng.

The six elders were a little embarrassed, and after stabilizing their bodies, they rushed forward.

Just when the members of Yunyin faction were about to encircle.

Song Sicheng suddenly threw the object in his hand.

Zhang Yong raised his hand to catch it, he didn't stop for a moment, and fled away, leaving only Yunyin Sect's masters standing on the spot.

Song Sicheng smiled and said, "As you can see, he is the mastermind."

Yu Changshun looked back and forth and saw Zhang Yong running away quickly, his face turning pale.

"Catch Song Sicheng!"

With an order, all the elders and the masters of the Yunyin Sect who rushed over surrounded him again.

Song Sicheng let out a long sigh, and moved around in the encirclement.

Zhang Yong would not care about Song Sicheng's life and death, after confirming that there were no pursuers, he flew eastward for several hours, and then found an inn to settle down.

After closing the door tightly, he took out all the belongings on his body, and the most important ones were of course the Enlightenment Stone that he had just obtained and the scroll that he had always carried with him.

In the system, there are also two martial arts, Zhenruwuwu and Tianxuanhuaxu. There is only one Enlightenment Stone, and it is the first time that Zhang Yong worries about the top-level martial arts in his hands.

Although Song Sicheng was doing his best, the more so, the more sure Zhang Yong was that there was something wrong with this person.

Therefore, the three martial arts at hand have to be chosen carefully.

According to Song Sicheng's dictation of Tianxuan Huaxu, this is the biggest problem, so it will be ruled out first.

Then there is true selflessness.

Although it wasn't an ancient god sect's technique, when I arrived at Faru Temple, more than ten days had passed since the siege by the six sects, so it was enough to make some moves.

From this point of view, it is safest to use the Enlightenment Stone in Hongchen's Heart Refining Art.

Thinking of this, Zhang Yong unfolded the scroll.

A pattern full of market atmosphere is presented.

Ever since he got the picture scroll, Zhang Yong has studied it many times, no matter whether it is the floodlight lighting or using the sky and earth to listen, but he can't see any mystery, so he gave up.

Listening to what Song Sicheng said now, this method was mentioned by Xiao Tianruo when he complained to him, so the credibility should be quite high.

The only thing he cares about now is that Song Sicheng behaved too casually when he gave the clues.

"Every night at midnight, unfold the scroll and sit cross-legged on it. Do you want to try it?"

Caressing the dark and smooth stone in his hand, Zhang Yong hesitated.

"When I got this picture scroll, I just entered the rivers and lakes for the first time. No matter how good Song Sicheng is, it's impossible for me to arrange it at that time."

Even if this method fails, Zhang Yong still has an alternative, and that is the Taoism Natural Scroll of the Shang Qingzong. Even Xiao Tianruo showed this stuff, and he would not refuse to come to help the battle.

Thinking of this, Zhang Yong no longer entangled, asked the waiter for scissors, ordered not to disturb him within ten days, and after paying enough money, he locked the door firmly.

"Xiao Tianruo values ​​Hong Chen's heart-refining art so much, don't let me down."

Just as Zhang Yong was preparing for his martial arts, the rain was about to come all over the world.

A strong man in a fur coat looked up at the mountain peak.

"'Sword Master' Chen Xiaozhi? It's rare to recover his skills, and he should see the demeanor of the current Sword Master."

Open your breath, step by step, walk up the steps.

On the top of the mountain, a sword energy suddenly shot straight into the sky, echoing the breath at the foot of the mountain.

In Xinguo, in the middle of Qiandiao Lake, Yuan Siwei stood on the ice.

At the beginning of autumn, the heat of the summer has not subsided, but the water of the lake with a radius of hundreds of miles has condensed into solid ice.

"Li Hongzhuang? Have you recovered your skills yet? Come and have a few tricks with this old man!"

At the head of Wangu City, the man smoothed the sound of the piano and unfolded the letter paper.

"How long has it been since I received the gauntlet? I'm afraid it's been a while."

He handed out the letter paper casually, and the servant bowed to take it.

"Faru Temple was destroyed, but there are more interesting things."

With a sound of "Zheng", facing the moonlight in the distance, the sound of the piano reappeared.

(End of this chapter)