ps: I was summoned by the tutor for a meeting. I had an afternoon, and I only processed the paper data until the evening. Then I hurriedly finished coding a chapter. I uploaded it tonight. Everyone, forgive Tianjian!

Also, thank you for the "Evil Destroy" reward of 1888 Qidian coins. Brother, you are so enthusiastic! There are also "lazy people" and "σ. メ spoiled..." Brother Qidian coins rewards. Thank you everyone. Recently, the graduation thesis is a bit unstable, but it will explode from time to time.

"You don't have to use such a low-key provocation method. Even if you take action, we will make a break. I have heard my cousin say that you have made great progress in martial arts. I want to see if the evil god of Rakshasa, who is so powerful that even Shaolin Temple can't do anything to, is really so powerful!" At this moment, Murong Fu's expression calmed down. Before the battle, his mindset was adjusted to the best. This is not only a necessary mentality for a warrior, but also a habit.

Zhang Jun also smiled slightly. Murong Fu is indeed worthy of being a congenital master. Although his true energy is not deep enough, he is not very strong in terms of combat quality, and this battle is interesting.

"Mr. Murong, Brother Zhang, I think this must be a misunderstanding. Everyone sit down and explain calmly. What problem cannot be solved!" Duan Yu rushed up to persuade him to fight. However, his words only made Murong Fu's face even more gloomy. "Mr. Duan, this battle between Murong Fu and I is imperative, and I will not be able to do anything. So, Master Duan, you should watch it first. The battle is over, let's talk about it!"

Zhang Jun said lightly, his eyes staring at Murong Fu, but his whole body was full of elixir and his true energy surged. As long as the other party started to take action, it would be a thunder attack immediately.

Snow! Duan Yu had to smile bitterly and walked to the side when he heard this. At this moment, Murong Fu made a move of his right hand to the sword behind him, and started with the sword with his qi. This move showed his extraordinary true qi cultivation and his control over the true qi. Zhang Jun saw his sword move at this time, he also intended to compare with the other party and see how many means the other party had. He immediately decided to use the sword finger to compare with the other party's sword technique.

"Select weapons!" Murong Fu pointed his long sword and said proudly, as if he really didn't take Zhang Jun seriously. In fact, there was nothing he could do. Last time Zhang Jun and Murong Fu faced each other, he could be said to have used all the methods, and he used all the internal strength of the Dan Power to block the opponent's casual sword. But now, Murong Fu no longer has the intention to look down on him. This time, Murong Fu came with the will of killing.

"No, my finger sword will not lose to any magic weapon!" After saying that, Zhang Jun's right hand suddenly shot out from his middle finger and index finger. If it was actually wrapped around Zhang Jun's finger, it made a sound of air bursting, as if the air in the void was torn apart by him. Just by looking at it, everyone could feel a sharp and sharp aura that was as if it was dazzling and skin-cut.

Heng Jian Leng pointed at Qianmao! After a burst of explosion that tore through space, the void was torn out by the sword energy, and the sword energy turned into a substantial trajectory and rushed towards Murong Fu.

At this moment, Murong Fu was almost killed instantly, and fortunately he had a sense of intention in his heart. Then at the critical moment, he used the sword in his hand to block his throat. The sword energy suddenly rushed into the sword body and made a clanging sound. Murong Fu responded and took a few steps back, then he raised his energy to stabilize his body, but a trace of cold sweat appeared on his forehead. The little contempt in his heart was really gone this time.

"Okay!" Murong Fu smiled coldly, drew his sword and took action. As soon as he came up, he made an extremely complicated cross-wisp sword move. In an instant, the long sword seemed to turn into dozens of sword edges, and attacked at the same time, rushing towards Zhang Jun from all directions.

Zhang Jun's expression remained unchanged, but the guy's smile disappeared. Instead, he looked at the attacking sword shadow solemnly, and he had not moved in place. Just as the sword body rushed within three feet of his body, Zhang Jun's eyes suddenly burst out with a cold light, but he suddenly took a step forward, pointed his right hand as a sword, and stabbed straight at the dozens of sword shadows coming towards him.

Ignoring these dozens of sword shadows, he stabbed one of them. Ding! A light sound of sword sharpening suddenly sounded. As Zhang Jun stabbed out with one finger, the sword shadows in the sky suddenly disappeared. This move was exactly the same as when he first saw Murong Fu come out of his sword. The same finger and sword, but with Zhang Jun's current strength, its power was far from comparable to that of the past.

With the sound of swords, Zhang Jun suddenly burst into a radius of one meter across his body, with the last trace of blue Yijin Jing true energy. With the explosion of the Yijin Jing true energy, he pressed against Murong Fu's sword edge's fingers, and a sharp ice sword energy burst out at this moment. The strong energy penetrated the sword edge and passed into Murong Fu's meridians.

"Hmph! Dou Zhuang Xing Shi!" At this moment, Murong Fu also used his real skills. Dou Zhuang Xing Shi instantly transferred Zhang Jun's invading energy, but this was not very easy to bear. The so-called Dou Zhuang Xing Shi and Bei Ming Divine Art Star-absorbing Technique and other things have some commonalities. If you want to transfer the energy that invades the body, you also need to start from the tendons and veins. However, Zhang Jun's ice sword energy is not so easy to solve.

In the blink of an eye, the sword in Murong Fu's hand suddenly staggered Zhang Jun's fingers, and his power was not diminished, but another jingling sword sound appeared again.

Murong Fu disappeared, and set out his sword again, and used the true energy to penetrate the sword with the turning of stars. The sword tip decorated snow-white pear blossoms in the air. For a moment, when thousands of pear blossoms bloomed in front of him, countless sword flowers appeared in the void and rushed towards Zhang Jun, with the iron pen silver flower sword technique! At this time, it was just like the storm and rain appeared in front of Zhang Jun, blooming with brilliant light.

However, Zhang Jun did not retreat at all. He just stretched out his right finger and even closed his eyes. Facing Murong Fu's wonderful sword technique that seemed to be a storm and rain, Zhang Jun handed over all his counterattacks to his instinct. The whim of the Chinese martial arts and the innate realm of true qi and thoughts, let his every move be completely dominated by instinct.

The way of sincerity! Sincerity is true to others, sincerity to yourself, sincerity to martial arts, and sincerity to the Tao. In the spiritual void, Zhang Jun believes that he cannot do these sincerity. This is the strongest way of spirit, the way to never retreat and open his heart without reservation. But at this moment, in the rain of swords, Zhang Jun seemed to light a bright light in his heart. Why can't he do it? If he even has faith in himself disappears, then who can believe in himself!? Who is he? He is a dream demon, a dream demon who controls dreams, and a person who wants to step on the clouds. If he has no confidence, how can he walk on the other side of that road?

Only I can't imagine, no I can't do it, I am the god of dreams, I am the master of dreams. This kind of enlightenment suddenly arose in Zhang Jun's heart, and he suddenly realized that he was sure that I couldn't do it because I couldn't believe in myself. I only believed in myself, and there was nothing I could do.

Ding! Ding Ding!.... Zhang Jun's movements are becoming more and more elegant and relaxed. Although Murong Fu has entered the innate world, he spent too much time running around these fame, wealth and martial arts for his so-called great cause of restoration. Although he is knowledgeable in ancient and modern times, his skills have not improved much. In the original Tianlong plot, Shaolin Sweeping Monk commented on Qi and Qiao Feng and said that Qiao Feng was "very handsome", but said to Murong Fu that "the skill is not bad, the time to ignite the fire" and pointed out his shortcomings incisiveness. Compared with this, Zhang Jun, who is one step short of entering the innate Great Perfection, is far more than a piece.

At this time, no matter Murong Fu and the rest of the people, they also saw that Zhang Jun's strength was definitely above Murong Fu. No matter what sword technique or martial arts Murong Fu used, he closed his eyes and accurately pointed the tip of the sword, and staggered the sword edge. At this time, hundreds or thousands of swords had already been released, but they were all blocked by Zhang Jun's two fingers, and he could not hurt Zhang Jun at all.

"Ah! This is impossible!" Murong Fu shouted angrily, the sword technique in his hand was even more violent and stronger, but Zhang Jun was still as motionless as a mountain, allowing him to attack and annihilate him on the spot. With his fingers lightly moved, he formed a defense that was like a magical iron. No matter how he attacked, he could not attack.

He let him be strong, the breeze caresses the hills; he lets him be swaying, the bright moon shines on the river. Now Zhang Jun is in this state. Facing the more violent attack, Zhang Jun is completely calmed down little by little. Gu Jing Wubo's state of mind is like a transparent ice mirror, completely shooting out everything around him, unparalleled clarity and clarity, with appearance but no form, no one, no self-image, a feeling that everything is in my heart leisurely comes out. Murong Fu condensed sword energy and the sword that turned into wind wheel are completely clear. At this moment, the Bing Xin Jue is perfectly integrated into his own state of mind, allowing Zhang Jun to find the perfect cracking method in this overwhelming sword energy.

Just as Zhang Jun entered the artistic conception of the ice mirror, Murong Fu also entered the violent state. He could not capture it for a long time. The man in front of him actually closed his eyes and faced the enemy with one hand, completely treating himself as nothing, allowing Murong Fu's anger to rush straight into his forehead, and the three corpses were almost angry and jumped over the wall. But he didn't know that Zhang Jun was in a feeling of enlightenment now. In this state, all the martial arts and skills that Zhang Jun had learned could definitely be used at 200%. Moreover, this state of almost sympathy with heaven and man made Zhang Jun insightful, and any trick was full of flaws in his eyes.

The Sword of the Mad Thunderstorm, Dou Zhuang Xing Shi! The sword technique and Dou Zhuang Xing Shi magical skill made Murong Fu's attack reach the peak of his momentum. Not only that, Murong Fu's left hand was rubbed out in the air with the middle finger and index finger. A strange and domineering energy was brewing. This was not anything else, it was his unique skill in his family, and he was combined with the fingering technique.

Faced with such a move, if Zhang Jun did not use his left hand or continued to close his eyes, this time he would definitely be able to use the Golden Bell Cover to fight against the opponent's sword edge.

At this moment, Zhang Jun opened his eyes and Leng Jian Ice Peak! His finger suddenly pointed out, and Zhang Jun pointed out dozens of fingers in an instant, turning into a phantom storm. The edge of the Leng Jian was as bright as the Wanzai Ice Peak, soaring into the sky.

"Cousin retreat quickly!" Even Wang Yuyan suddenly panicked at this moment. But Murong Fu felt a suffocating shadow of death under Zhang Jun's sword rain, and then retreated violently. However, the master's move was the key to the difference between life and death in a blink of an eye.

Even if Wang Yuyan reminded him quickly, Murong Fu was already in the sword force at this time, and he did not want to block the move, but instead developed the intention to retreat. Before the move was reached, under the point of Zhang Jun's sword, the sword rain, which was like a bee and a locust, suddenly twitched the declining sword force without leakage, and broke it flawlessly. Among these dozens of finger swords, if someone counted it carefully, he would find that these finger swords perfectly connected all the sword shadows. What was even more terrifying was that the extra sword light did not come out, not much, and just took the sword shadow in front of him. The remaining white jade finger exuded a sharp aura and rushed straight to retreat Murong Fu.

In his extremely surprised eyes, the focus was on the sword blocking his chest, creaking! With a crackling sound, the refined sword of black iron actually broke into countless pieces under Zhang Jun's finger and shot out everywhere. Murong Fu also let out a howl like a beast at the end of the road. The only remaining finger in his left hand suddenly rushed towards Zhang Jun's right hand, hoping to block it.

At the same time, Wang Yuyan and Duan Yu who were standing aside also took action suddenly. The domineering finger force of the Polo Ye finger and the six-mere divine sword appeared in front of Zhang Jun, which made Zhang Jun frown.

"It's too cheap to think of retreating like this! Soft power, soft power hidden in the song of thousands of miles!" The fingers moved lightly, and a trace of sword energy wrapped around a series of soft powers like cotton silk, which turned into Zhang Jun's blinking fingers. As Zhang Jun's finger turned, he suddenly slapped at the oncoming Ganhe fingers of Murong Fu on the side.

In addition, the domineering Polo Ye Finger and the Six-Meridian Divine Sword Shaoze Sword also suddenly came. At this time, Zhang Jun suddenly made an unexpected move. Zhang Jun's muscles and bones suddenly shook. Then Zhang Jun's arm seemed to stretch out a foot, and his whole body also took advantage of the extra space to spit out a breath, as if he wanted to spit out the entire abdomen. The chest and abdomen suddenly faded, and the front chest pressed against the back, turning into a piece of thin paper. All of this was soon, and Zhang Jun finished everything on the spot in just a moment, just sideways to avoid two fingers. But Murong Fu also took the opportunity to retreat, withdraw from Zhang Jun's offensive, and retreated.
Chapter completed!