broken destiny

Cousin Yao Liang in the audience was very happy to see this, and yelled, "Yeah! Did you see, my cousin is the strongest!" But her face soon froze.

"You are very good! I will play with you again." Wang Xingli opened his eyes, spread out his hands, and once he held them, two spiritual swords appeared quickly, and then floated in mid-air. The dim spiritual sword just now also appeared again. The light was restored.

"Hmph, I can do all three..."

Before Yao Liang finished speaking, he saw two spiritual swords appear again in Wang Xingli's hands, and then floated in front of him.

"Impossible, impossible! This is impossible?" Yao Liang's eyes widened and his mouth opened slightly. He couldn't believe what he saw, but the facts were right in front of him, so he couldn't help but not believe it.

"What kind of sorcery are you doing? Your aura is obviously not as strong as mine, how can you master such a strong martial arts!" The shock in Yao Liang's heart has overcome the anger in his heart. In his understanding, this level of spiritual energy The sword cannot be used at will.

"No, I absolutely can't lose! I can't lose!" Yao Liang screamed crazily, anger surged up again, his eyes began to turn red, a terrifying aura began to appear, and the spiritual energy on his body began to turn red.

"Huh?" Wang Xingli frowned slightly, then stood up.

Yao Liang's state was very unusual. A terrifying aura emanated from his body, as if something terrible was about to come out. Wang Xingli stared at Yao Liang's heart.

"A Liang, wake up!" Suddenly, a sonorous and powerful voice came. Yao Liang's eyes instantly returned to normal, and the spiritual energy on his body gradually dissipated, but his face suddenly became extremely pale, and his figure was also a little unstable. . Next to him appeared a man about forty years old, with thick and long eyebrows, and a rough face with a bit of anger.

"Master." Yao Liang looked back and quickly saluted respectfully.

The man ignored Yao Liang and just stared at Wang Xingli: "Why did you hurt my disciple?"

Wang Xingli narrowed his eyes slightly and curled his lips slightly: "Don't you think it's funny to say this? Ask the audience around me if I have ever taken the initiative to attack."

"Oh? But what happened? What did you see just now?" The man glanced at the people around him, but no one dared to say anything.

Tian Zifeng hesitated again and again, but actually stood up and cupped his hands to the man, saying: "Elder Yao, this is indeed what happened just now. This fellow Taoist was just defensive."

Wang Xingli also knew the general relationship between them when he heard this, and was somewhat grateful to Tian Zifeng for daring to come forward.

Elder Yao looked at Tian Zifeng and his pupils shrank slightly, and a fierce light flashed in his eyes. "Hmph, very good. It seems that I am not teaching well?" Then he looked at Wang Xingli again and said: "This fellow Taoist doesn't seem to be a disciple of my Guiyuan Sect. Why is he here and forcing my disciple to almost go crazy? ?A little punishment.”

"Elder Yao..." Tian Zifeng was about to say something else, but he saw Elder Yao had already waved his hand.

A huge phantom of a palm pressed towards Wang Xingli. The black-gold palm shadow was extremely strong and strong, with an aura that dominated the world. As soon as the palm shadow came out, Wang Xingli couldn't move, and he couldn't even breathe, as if he was imprisoned in place. Same.

The palm shadow instantly destroyed the five spiritual swords, and they were heavily imprinted on Wang Xingli's body with a "boom"! Wang Xingli suddenly flew out like a cannonball.

boom!

A big hole was knocked out under the stone platform of the audience. Wang Xingli was deeply stuck in it, as if embedded in it. The clothes on his chest had completely exploded, and the skin on his chest was black, like As if burnt.

"Pfft..." Wang Xingli spurted out a mouthful of blood. His vision turned black, and all the bones in his body seemed to be falling apart. The blood and energy in his body were still churning, as if they were about to explode.

Wang Xingli endured great pain and broke free from the wall bit by bit, then stood slowly by the wall, gently wiped the blood from his mouth with one hand, and stared at Elder Yao coldly.

"I will definitely come back to ask for advice on what happened today!"

Elder Yao was a little surprised when he saw that Wang Xingli could still stand up, but he didn't think much about it. "Humph." Elder Yao snorted coldly and left with Yao Liang beside him.

"Li Xing, are you okay?" Tian Zifeng quickly stepped forward to support Wang Xingli and asked with concern while taking out a few healing pills. Tian Ziping also followed closely.

Wang Xingli took the elixir and ate it, while asking Tian Zifeng: "Ahem... I'm fine. You won't cause trouble for the family."

"Let's go to our family to rest first." After Tian Zifeng finished speaking, he quickly motioned to Tian Ziping beside him.

After a while, a large group of people gathered around Wang Xing Li Tian's house.

Nothing happened along the way. Someone came to greet me before I reached the door. A middle-aged man wearing a gray robe led a group of people over. This man had regular features, bright eyes, and shiny black hair. He looked very energetic.

"Uncle!"

"Zifeng, what happened? You are so nervous."

"Let's go back first."

After a while, Wang Xingli was escorted by everyone into a large courtyard. Tian Zifeng arranged him in a bedroom and walked out.

As soon as the door closed, Wang Xingli sat up cross-legged and took out twelve needles in his hand.

Concentrate and calm down, abandon distracting thoughts, mobilize the spiritual power in the body, and hold the magic needle.

"Thirteen needles in Guigu, the third needle - recovery."

Wang Xingli took one shot after another. Taiyuan... Taibai... Taixi... Taichong!

After all twelve needles were inserted, Wang Xingli felt the changes in his body, and a smile appeared on his lips. Combined with his own recovery ability, within a moment, Wang Xingli's face turned rosy.

Wang Xingli completed a series of actions and took out the needle, then closed his eyes and started to run "Six Gods and Seven Tribulations" to stabilize the spiritual power in his body, and then slowly opened his eyes, but there was some joy in his eyes.

"Can this beating also increase your cultivation?" Wang Xingli thought to himself: "The spiritual power is even more concentrated than before. Is it the effect of the body's self-recovery after the injury, or is it the effect of Guigu's Thirteen Needles? It seems that this set of acupuncture The law really cannot be cast arbitrarily.”

With a thought in his mind, Wang Xingli once again used the fifth form of the "Six Swords of Tianyuan" - Yuling, carefully observing every detail and change of the spiritual energy sword. It was this move that blocked many attacks for him just now. When he didn't use it, On the contrary, it is stronger. It seems that my understanding of the "Six Swords of Tianyuan" is not enough, and I have to learn the first few swords again.