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Chapter 129

The wild sand flew across the sky, and the whistling dissipated.

Zhou Yi's knife was so "easily" dissolved into invisible by Xu Ming!
But when Xu Ming regained his eyesight, he realized the absurd scene in front of him.

This strange man with a weather-beaten face actually took off the pair of strange boots under his feet.

Take off your shoes during a fight?
Strange, so strange!

And when Zhou Yi casually threw the pair of black strange boots into the distance,

Boom!

Dust was splashed more than one meter high, and Xu Ming couldn't help swallowing from the vibration coming from under his feet.

How heavy are those black boots?
call.
Zhou Yi heaved a sigh of relief, and the sense of relief after taking off the strange boots made by Shanghao Xuantie really made his heart tremble.

These black iron strange boots have to be worn on his feet when eating and sleeping on weekdays, just as his master said, this is part of cultivation.

It's really difficult for others to understand this kind of behavior, because in the fight against life and death, a small mistake often turns into a fatal gap.

Wearing such heavy black iron boots, Zhou Yi's movement skills are naturally limited, and this is what his master wants to see.

Without the help of the weird and unpredictable body skills, Zhou Yi would devote himself to the understanding of the way of the sword and the improvement of the skills of the sword.

That's why in the future, there will be the nickname of Yidaoxian. Without taking off the black iron monster boots, with Zhou Yi's current state, he can only hand out a knife.

After one strike, he had to take off his black iron monster boots with his current cultivation base.

Xu Ming also keenly noticed that Zhou Yi's whole aura changed after he was freed from the restraint of the strange boots.

The sword intent, which was already more condensed, now encourages the blade intent to surge forward wantonly.

Xu Ming can only guard his own one-acre three-point land by taking advantage of the sword heart he just realized.

Xu Ming's full attention was also drawn to the saber gesture of the two competing for judgment.

Because he knew that after this knife, the knife light that greeted him would only become stronger every time.

After moving his muscles and bones a little, Zhou Yi became familiar with his body.

A pair of sharp eyes looked at Xu Ming not far away.

He disappeared in the next second, and Xu Ming's heart tightened when he saw this.

He tried his best to stimulate his six senses, but he could only see a little afterimage on the sand pile.

With a thought in Xu Ming's mind, he wanted the red-haired corpse king to block the knife.

But he obviously underestimated Zhou Yi's movement skills after all the restraints were removed, and only saw the afterimage.

The handle of the knife hit his heart with a thud, and the tyrannical force instantly made him spit out an uncontrollable mouthful of blood.

His body fell backwards uncontrollably, but then there was severe pain from his back.

Zhou Yi's knife hilt hit him firmly and heavily on the back of the heart, and Xu Ming, who was hit, rushed forward a few steps.

Before he could raise his eyes to look, his jaw was severely injured again.

For a moment, the three tastes of bitterness, spicyness and fishy smell came to Xu Ming's mind together.

If it wasn't for his physical body being tempered several times, it would have been as thorough as a grain of sand under his feet just by this one swipe of his jaw.

But he remembered the original teachings of Emperor Shi Tian.

"No matter at any time, never drop the knife in your hand."

"Because the knife is your partner and the key to turning defeat into victory."

"Once the sword is lost, it means that your Taoist heart will also be dusted."

"The knife can be picked up again, but it is extremely difficult to restore the sudden Dao Xin."

Xu Ming kept his teachings in mind, but he couldn't stop Zhou Yi from attacking.

After taking off the shackles, Zhou Yi completely used his weird body skills to completely deny Xu Ming the slightest chance to fight back.

During this period, there were a hundred methods that could easily end Xu Ming's life, but Zhou Yi never used them.

The afterimage surrounding Xu Ming seemed to be a machine for grinding flesh and blood.

Zhou Yi avoided it on purpose, and Xu Ming's eyes were for him to experience this terrible feeling that he could see but couldn't catch and couldn't resist.

The handle of the knife in his hand was shot no less than a hundred times, and every time he shot it hit the acupuncture points all over Xu Ming's body.

Huge force poured into it, and in a blink of an eye, blood oozes out.

The acupoints of a practitioner's body are like traffic lights in the human body, and the meridians are like highways.

Among them, the endless circulation is more like a running vehicle.
Zhou Yi deliberately destroyed the acupuncture points of Xu Ming's body. Once the acupuncture points were damaged, the spiritual energy flowing through the whole body was like a wild horse without restraint.

They will collide with each other in Xu Ming's body, and finally put the pressure on Dantian.

The dantian will eventually be unable to bear the pressure and will be completely shattered, thus announcing the end of the road construction.

Zhou Yi used this method, apparently with extremely vicious thoughts in it.

Regardless of his old-fashioned and prudent appearance, it is actually measured that a few people who can survive the fiercely competitive revision alliance are good men and women.

Although Xu Ming had undergone body tempering, Zhou Yi hadn't destroyed his acupoints in the first place.

But the Mo Dao pouring into it still caused irreversible damage to the aura in his body.

The two completely different auras that originally flowed on both sides of the well water did not violate the river water split, but at this moment they began to converge in Xu Ming's heart.

The heart pulse is no different than the dantian, suddenly two completely different breaths pour into it.

The sudden surge of pressure can be imagined, and it is manifested in Xu Ming's body that spurts out uncontrollable reverse blood one after another.

The color of the reverse blood had already turned black, and Xu Ming's eyes turned black after a few mouthfuls.

His feet were like garlic, and he began to sway from side to side.

Seeing this, Zhou Yi suddenly withdrew his hands and landed on the sand dunes not far from Xu Ming.

There was an unconcealable gloomy smile on his face. His purpose of doing this was to appreciate the "masterpiece" in front of him.

The scene of his dantian bursting and his heart veins bursting together under the pressure is his favorite to watch.

Counting with fingers, it has been a long time since I joined the Cultivation Alliance to see such a grand scene.

But he couldn't help but wonder that even in this field, Xu Ming still didn't let go of the ordinary looking knife in his hand.

Seeing this, Zhou Yi couldn't help but feel a little more smile on his face.

Killing can also kill the heart!
With a movement of his feet, he came to Xu Ming in two breaths.

Then he raised his foot and stepped on Xu Ming's right hand.

"Let go, let me go!"

Seeing that Xu Ming, whose face was already unusually rosy, was still unwilling to let go of the knife in his hand, Zhou Yi couldn't help but get angry.

He stomped on Xu Ming's wrist like crazy!

boom! boom! boom!
The muffled sound of flesh and blood appeared together with the splashing wind and sand, and in the end the muffled sound stopped and a crisp click suddenly came.

The crisp sound of bones breaking was extremely ear-piercing in this empty space.

But the severe pain that followed made Xu Ming extra sober. Zhou Yi saw that the ants under his feet had such terrifying eyes.

"If I had known this, I should have snatched a pair of your moves first!"

After saying a word, the other foot stepped on Xu Ming's face.

Xu Ming, who had a strong spirit at this moment, knew the opportunity had come in an instant! !

Octopus collapse! ! !
(End of this chapter)