Global Super Martial Arts: Start with a Hundred Times Understanding

Master Xuanming appeared and completely became the focus.

Great Grandmaster, truly stood at the pinnacle of Martial Dao, who would have seen it in ordinary times, but today he appeared in front of his eyes, unfortunately he was a big devil.

He also threatened to wash Zhen Wuzong with blood.

Who is not afraid!

Even Lu Yuan's expression was solemn and his face was not good-looking.

Jiang Ming just stood quietly, feeling the change of the other party's breath, and analyzing what happened to the so-called true meaning of the ice.

With his powerful spirit and a hundredfold comprehension, he vaguely realized something.

"Heaven and Earth Dao Rhyme? It's more than that!"

Jiang Ming thought silently.

Being able to induce coldness has surpassed the scope of ordinary exercises and exceeded common sense.

"Only by fighting against each other and experiencing it for yourself can you see through the essence of the artistic conception!"

Jiang Ming is eager to try, but he is not in a hurry.

Once this guy jumps out, he won't stop.

As for the appearance of Situ Ming and Chong Erliang, he was not surprised because he had already felt it. After they reported their families, they also suddenly realized.

When he was in Heifengzhai back then, he killed Tan Feng, the elder of the Demon Sect, and Quan Wuer, the deputy master of the Shenquan Sect, and got the news: using the Shaoyang Scripture as an introduction, he besieged and killed Chong Erliang.

Obviously, the Xiao family was either related to the Sun Moon Demon Sect, or colluded with Quan Wuer.

Fist Wuer, Tan Feng, Situ Ming, even if they are not counted in the Xiao family, they are 80 to 90% sure of killing Wuer.

"Do I count as his savior?" Jiang Ming looked at Chong Erliang, thinking strangely in his heart.

He was even more certain that Situ Ming was definitely not the only member of the Demon Cult.

"There is also a terrifying existence that even Master Xuan Ming didn't sense, it's interesting!" Jiang Ming was not afraid at all.

This battle has gained a lot, although I really want to settle down, but I am still a little happy to see the great master.

Artistic conception, artistic conception, only the real feeling, with the introduction, he is sure to realize one in a short time.

Chong Erliang said helplessly, "Am I going to be forced to join the war?"

"Meeting is fate, origin and death, life and death, all are fate." Situ Ming had already walked over, "I was just passing by, but since we met, let's witness life and death, anyway, our two sects There are also countless grievances and grievances between the sects. If you die here, one day, I will personally go to the Shenquan sect to rescue your disciples and let them go underground to accompany you."

"Old thing, you really think I'm going to eat you." Chong Erliang sneered, straightened his body, flew his cloak out, and strode towards the opponent, "You people of the Demon Cult, no matter if you are a devil boy or an old devil Heads, all should be damned."

"Killing fist, die!"

With a leap in the air, Chong Erliang punched out a storm sound, as if piercing through the void and blasting towards the opponent's head.

This is pure and incomparable power, far stronger than the original Quan Wuer.

Situ Ming sneered, his palms flew up, and he took the initiative to attack.

The two fight together.

the other side.

"You really won't give it to me?" Master Xuanming showed a dangerous light.

"I'm going to try the Grand Master's method to see if I can kill me!" Jiang Ming threw it away, and it fell to Lu Yuan together with the Shaoyin Meridian, "Brother Lu, put it away for me first!"

In addition to Lu Yuan, there are Chang Qing and other Tianwu soldiers, as well as several women in black.

Those men in black are all innate, and there is a master among them, who is by no means weaker than Lu Yuan.

With joint efforts, even in the face of Master Xuanming, they can resist for a while.

"Brother Jiang, you are hurting me!" Lu Yuan cried bitterly, "This thing is a hot potato, if you are not careful, your head will be picked off."

"It was really picked, I will avenge you!" Jiang Ming responded, releasing a huge aura undisguised.

stronger than before.

Facing Grandmaster, he will fight with all his strength.

Otherwise, if you get killed, you won't even have a chance to regret it.

At the same time, he drew out the long sword again. As for the black knife? But it was not used.

"A newborn calf is not afraid of tigers, so brave!" Master Xuanming raised his hand without saying a word, and the surging palm force came with a strong chill. He shouted at the same time, "I will let you see the great master Power, Frost God's Palm, death."

Even with the protective energy, Jiang Ming felt a chill.

"The quality of true qi is even better, and it carries a chill, like the power of heaven and earth." Jiang Ming's eyes flickered, and while he understood the change of this palm, he also analyzed the essence of true qi.

When he turned his wrist, there were thousands of sword shadows, and wisps of sword energy gushed out, like spring rain, dense and endless.

It was the Drizzle Sword Technique.

Soft to the extreme, focusing on defense.

However, this sword technique couldn't stop the opponent's palm strength. While retreating, Jiang Ming also used the sword technique to the extreme, defusing the opponent's attack with dense sword energy.

"Interesting." Master Xuanming leaned forward, shattering thousands of sword qi with one palm, from top to bottom, like a big mill, and condensed the extreme cold, with the meaning of freezing everything.

The surrounding void was frozen, and frost was everywhere, and this area seemed to have entered the period of the twelfth lunar month.

The extreme pressure made Jiang Ming terrified, and he felt a pressure from the heaven and the earth at the same time.

This is boundary suppression.

"Raining Eighteen Swords!" Jiang Ming turned his sword, and the speed of the sword suddenly increased several times.

This is the advanced swordsmanship of Xiao Yu's Thirty-Six Swords.

Pay attention to one fast and one urgent.

hum...

The void trembled, the sword chanted endlessly, he forcibly tore apart the strength of his palm, and broke through the blow. At the same time, he felt the cold air penetrate into his body. With his powerful physique, his incomparably thick true energy was still trembling.

As soon as the true qi turns, the qi and blood vibrate, and it will be completely eliminated.

"As expected of the realm of a great master, it is so powerful!" Jiang Ming was surprised.

He originally thought that no matter how strong the grand masters here are, they are still within the category of grand masters, and still belong to the third level of martial arts.

But he was wrong.

"The great master here is strong in the power of artistic conception, the blessing of heaven, earth and dao rhyme, the attributes of true energy, and every move, as if suppressed by the power of heaven, made him so strong!"

While Jiang Ming was analyzing, the long sword was turning, and the thousands of sword shadows also made Master Xuanming feel tricky.

"Shower Rain Nine Swords!"

The momentum of his sword changed again, and suddenly the sword was like a gust of wind and rain, and it seemed to carry thousands of thunderbolts down, so violent that he forced Master Xuan Ming to take a step back.

"This whole set of swordsmanship is advanced layer by layer, very wonderful, very wonderful!" Master Xuanming can naturally see that whether it is the thirty-six swords of light rain, the eighteen swords of rapid rain, and the current nine swords of heavy rain The sword is a set of advanced swordsmanship, and it is extremely powerful.

"But that's the way it is after all!" Master Xuanming said again, "Without the blessing of artistic conception, no matter how strong the sword is, there is a limit. Xuanming's divine finger refers to Dongcangming."

His figure disappeared suddenly, but he had already passed through the dense sword net, and pointed at Jiang Ming's eyebrows.

The sharp cold light, piercing through all the power, made Jiang Ming's eyebrows ache, and made him unable to react even faster.

hum...

The golden light suddenly appeared and formed nine layers. It was the golden light that blocked the body, but Master Xuanming broke through the nine layers with one finger.

It was like paper paste, but it also resisted Setsuna.

"Three swords of the violent rain!"

Jiang Ming was still extremely calm, and the sword changed again, as if the Nine Heavens Milky Way was pouring down with endless wind and thunder. When the three swords came out, the rain hit the plantain, forcing Master Xuanming to retreat.

"A sword in a drop of rain!"

In the end, the three swords merged into one, and turned into a taboo ultimate move of this set of swordsmanship, like meteors flying across the sky, like lightning condensed, returning to simplicity, and a little cold light condensed on the tip of the sword, which immediately made Master Xuanming feel creepy Feeling, the figure exploded.