"So awesome."

The young man on the Kushan Mountain in the distance couldn't help but exclaim when he saw this scene. Although he didn't know what kind of martial arts Xiao Zijin was practicing, he was able to slap thunder with one palm, which shows that this martial arts was extremely powerful. You must know that the power of this heavenly thunder is enough to severely injure a powerful man in the Nine Seal Realm.

"It seems that it is necessary to tell the teacher about this."

After the young man finished speaking, a blue bird suddenly transformed into a blue bird, which flapped its wings and rushed into the sky.

Looking at the thunder arc that leaped in his palm, Xiao Zijin suddenly remembered the thunder power of every stage of Xian Jue Hand recorded in "Xian Jue Hand".

There are nine grades in total.

First-grade flash thunder.

Second-grade wind and thunder.

Third-grade Yuan Lei.

Fourth-grade empty thunder.

Fifth grade heavenly thunder.

Sixth-grade Xuan Lei.

Seventh-grade divine thunder.

Eighth grade Zixiao Thunder.

Nine-grade Origin Thunder.

Now Xiao Zijin gathers only the shallowest level of thunder flashing power, but even so, Xian Jue Hand is still qualified to have Xiao Zijin's trump card. Although the thunder was just smashed because of the restraint of the origin of thunder on the sky thunder, it still represents the power of this palm, even comparable to Xiao Zijin's sword technique.

"Xiaozijin, you succeeded."

The Nine Palace Sword Soul was very shocked by Xiao Zijin's idea. What was even more shocking was that Xiao Zijin actually succeeded. He slashed on his body with the power of thunder to open up his last layer of shackles. Since he met Xiao Zijin, Xiao Zijin's repeated creation of miracles made the Nine Palace Sword Soul more convinced that Xiao Zijin might really reach the level of the Master of Prison Xuan in the future.

Seeing that Xiao Zijin was not struck by lightning, she even smashed the lightning with her palm, Ye Mingge in the distance was stunned.

Is this still a human?

Even thunder can be smashed, how is this possible?

Xiao Zijin stood up slowly, looked up at the thunder in the sky, and suddenly felt that the thunder was no longer so scary. The first level of Xian Jue Hand was successfully practiced. Xiao Zijin found that the materials needed for the second and third levels were not difficult. If you wanted to do it, it would be easy to get them, but Xiao Zijin had never even heard of them.

Looking at Xiao Zijin's back.

Ye Mingge's expression was a little dazed. Yes, it was him, the young man standing on the cliff that day.

"Super the Wuyuan crystal stone."

There was a sound of explosive shouting from behind. Before Ye Mingge turned around, he suddenly felt a sharp wind coming. Ye Mingge frowned, holding Wuyuan crystal in his arms, twisted his body, and immediately saw a strong man punching at this time. The force of this punch was extremely strong. Ye Mingge's slender palm with his right hand condensed spiritual power. There was no unnecessary change in spiritual power, and he just slapped it on his face with a palm.

"Bang."

Ye Mingge's delicate body trembled, and with the help of this power, Ye Mingge's figure floated out far away.

Ye Mingge felt his arm numb. The power of this punch was very penetrating, and it directly shattered the spiritual power that she had just condensed in her palm. Almost all those who came to the Thunder Mountain to look for ore were strong people of the Body Refining Flow. The warriors who controlled the air flow had little effect here. The strong people who controlled the air flow generally did not choose to fight in close combat. In the Thunder Mountain, if they fought far away, they would easily be robbed by thunder. Ye Mingge was a warrior who controlled the air flow. When they fought head-on with the martial artists who refining the body flow, they would naturally fall into a disadvantage.

But Ye Mingge didn't expect to confront these people at the beginning, and used this power to come to Xiao Zijin's side.

"Senior Mengxiao."

Ye Mingge looked at Xiao Zijin anxiously. Xiao Zijin knew it when Ye Mingge came up just now, but Xiao Zijin didn't have time to pay attention to it. At the critical moment of cultivation, now seeing this, I immediately understood what Ye Mingge was doing for him. Xiao Zijin smiled and said, "Miss Ye, in the cave that day, I actually heard what you said to your fifth uncle. You think I am useful, so you will give me dry food and fresh water."

Ye Mingge's face changed and he hurriedly said, "Senior Mengxiao, I..."

Xiao Zijin waved her hand with a smile, looked at Ye Mingge's somewhat anxious expression, and said with a smile: "But it doesn't matter. When I was seriously injured that day, you took me in. Although there was a motivation to give me something, who would provide assistance to a stranger for no reason? In general, I, Mengxiao, still owed you a kindness. The affairs of your Qingyang Sect and Baiyue Palace should have been within the Three Jue Palaces, and this is also within the jurisdiction of Yehuo Daojun. As a disciple of Jianhe Valley, I should not interfere, but there is no way. Who made me owe you the favor?"

"Sword Valley."

Ye Mingge was shocked and looked at Xiao Zijin in shock: "You, you are the senior of Jianhe Valley."

"Sword River Valley, disciples of Zhuxinshui Pavilion."

Xiao Zijin said.

But Ye Mingge is not a person from Jianhe Valley, and he doesn't know what Zhuxin Shui Pavilion is. She just knows that Xiao Zijin is from Jianhe Valley, so today's incident will definitely be saved. All the disciples of Jianhe Valley are amazing and beautiful people, and their strength is unparalleled, and they are far from comparable to those of the small sect powers of the Three Jue Palaces.

"It's you."

At this time, everyone around Mo Cheng came over. The dozen people saw Xiao Zijin at a glance and immediately recognized Xiao Zijin as the one who killed Ur.

"Senior Mengxiao, Uncle Wu is still fighting with Ulu. Uncle Wu can't hold on for long. You can go and help Uncle Wu first. I can stand it here." Ye Mingge looked at Xiao Zijin anxiously. Ye Mingge knew that if you delayed here for a while, Uncle Wu would be more dangerous. There were more than a dozen people here and strong people in the Yin-Yang Road realm, which was not so easy to solve.

"Follow me."

Xiao Zijin said lightly, and he didn't even look at these so-called masters, as if they were not taking them in their eyes. Then he leaned forward and took a step forward. At this moment, Xiao Zijin's figure turned into a ray of thunder. In the snowy night's terrifying steps, Xiao Zijin turned into a roaring thunder snake, flashing past the side of more than a dozen people. Xiao Zijin didn't see Xiao Zijin's shadow clearly. Xiao Zijin appeared behind the dozen people. Even Ye Mingge did not see Xiao Zijin's speed clearly. Immediately afterwards, Ye Mingge faintly heard the sound of the long sword returning to the sheath.

But I didn't see the sword.

Puff, puff, puff, puff, puff, puff, puff, puff, puff, puff.

A series of blood mists spurted out from the eyebrows of more than a dozen strong men, and a confused look appeared on the faces of the dozen people. They had just seen nothing, but they saw a lightning light, fleeting in their eyes, so quickly, and then they no longer had any awareness, and fell to the ground like this. Not to mention that they did not see Xiao Zijin taking out the sword, even the thunder in the sky did not sense Xiao Zijin's sword. It can be seen how fast Xiao Zijin's sword was.

Looking at the dozen masters lying on the ground, Ye Mingge was shocked. Who was he?

Has he drawn his sword?

Why is the sword technique so fast?

Ye Mingge remembered that when he was in the cave, Uncle Wu looked at Jianhen and said, "What a fast sword. Ye Mingge thought that Xiao Zijin had fought hard for a long time before he killed them with a sword. I am afraid that the scene of that day was the same as what he saw today. The people in Qiufeng Pavilion could not escape such a fast sword.

The battle on the mountainside was still in full swing, but Duan Kun was completely at a disadvantage.

Ulu's strength was beyond Duan Kun's expectations. Duan Kun used his energy to suck his body. The body refining flow technique he practiced was to consume spiritual power to support his body strengthening. After strengthening, his own strength could be increased several times, but at the same time it was extremely terrifying to consume spiritual power. However, he did not expect that his strength, which had been improved several times, was still no match for Ulu. Now that he had not even had half a quarter of an hour, he could almost not hold on.

Ulu's attack was extremely fierce and fierce, and he didn't even have the qualifications to fight back.

"Duan Kun, if you don't want to die, please tell me where the man in white is as soon as possible. Otherwise, I don't mind killing you now."

Ulu said coldly while attacking violently, as if he had not used all his strength at all.

Duan Kun gritted his teeth, but said nothing. He didn't expect Meng Xiao to come to help him now. Now he hoped that Meng Xiao could take him in as the second lady took him in when he was seriously injured, so he would be safe to take Miss Ben Lei Mountain and leave Ben Lei Mountain. No matter how arrogant the people in Baiyue Palace were, they would not dare to blatantly kidnap the second lady of Qingyang Sect.

"It seems you want to die."

A fierce light flashed in Ulu's eyes.

After saying that, Ulu clenched his right fist, and a faint spiritual power condensed on his fist, moving his fingers slightly, Ulu's arms burst out with blue veins, and a terrifying power spread on his right fist. Ulu looked at Duan Kun coldly, and Duan Kun also discovered the strangeness of Ulu's punch at this moment.

"The Eight Tribes collapsed."

Ulu shouted angrily, and the punch almost smashed it out like a space.

The eight tribes collapsed.

Meng Fengyi from the Meng family, and Mengxian could do it at the beginning, but the level of cultivation between the two was far worse than Ulu. Ulu's Eight Tribes of the Bengshan are the real eight powers.

One is stronger than the other.

Duan Kun was shocked.

He quickly blocked his arms, but Ulu's eight tribes collapsed so easily.

"puff."

The whole person suddenly burst into blood, flew out dozens of meters, and even the blood clots in his internal organs were vomited out. The Eight Bengshan Mountains are not a high-level technique, but if a general technique is thoroughly understood by a person and practiced to the extreme, it is also terrifying. Ulu walked slowly over, and the terrifying ripple were still trembling on his fist.

"What did you say?" Ulu looked at Duan Kun calmly.

Duan Kun could hardly speak at this moment, but his horrified gaze looked behind Ulu.

Ulu frowned and subconsciously looked back, but saw Xiao Zijin standing there in white clothes on a bluestone.

"Are you looking for me?" Xiao Zijin asked lightly.
Chapter completed!