My talent is resurrection

Chapter 306
The sky is full of snow.

The mountains in the small world turned into icebergs, and Chen Jiu's frozen body froze in place without any movement.

Ma Wu stood on the spot and shook her head slightly. Chen Jiu's strength is still not the top of the arrogance of all ages.

In fact, the horse dance itself may not be considered.

After all, she defeated the Nascent Soul cultivator in the first three levels with her cultivation base, not the Nascent Soul vs. Nascent Soul.

Ma Wu said earlier that if Chen Jiu was a celestial cultivator, he could fight her, but the other way around, if Ma Wu was the former Nascent Soul, he is sure to be able to compete with the current Nascent Soul Chen Jiu. World War I?

Regarding this matter, Ma Wu could only shake her head.

Fortunately, there are not so many ifs.

Next, what Ma Wu has to do, or what Ma Wu will do on the body outside of the Mind Training Tower, is to completely absorb the benefits of being promoted to heaven and man, and then come to the Mind Training Tower for a walk, and then maybe you will be able to go up fifth floor.

Or maybe it will always be stuck on the fifth floor.

After all, they are the five strongest people in the past hundred years.

Even these five people are still the top of the world, higher than the general thirteenth realm, standing at the top of the mountain.

And they are all in the realm of Nascent Soul, which is why Ma Wu said that Chen Jiu is not the top Nascent Soul in the world.

Ma Wu suddenly sighed, suddenly regretful, but unfortunately it was not Yuanying Zhan Yuanying, she turned her head to look at Chen Jiu, with a very faint smile on the corner of her mouth.

"I look forward to your promotion to heaven."

Chen Jiu's consciousness was empty and empty, as if he was in the void, everything was pitch black, he didn't know where he came from, where he was going, or what he wanted.

I don't know why I am here, I don't know what to do next.

He walked aimlessly in the pitch black nothingness, walked for a long time, seemed to walk a long way, and seemed to stay still.

Chen Jiu looked confused and flustered. He tapped his head with his hand, hoping to remember something.

But there is nothingness in the head.

Chen Jiu put down his hand in frustration, and shook his fist habitually.

……fist?

Chen Jiu suddenly looked down at his fist.

correct.

He's going to punch.

The ice statue exploded, the ice on the fist suddenly shattered, and the fiery flame ignited to complement the martial arts.

Ma Wu suddenly turned her head, narrowed her eyes, looked solemn, and said in a low voice.

"It turned out to be back."

The flames and martial arts ignited the ice, which spread from the fist to the whole body. Chen Jiu's body trembled continuously, and then the ice shattered one after another, and Chen Jiu shed his shell!
This punch is non-stop, and it never stops.

Now it's on fire.

The blazing flames and dazzling martial arts melted the ice and snow in an instant.

Chen Jiu's body was like a frenzy of flames, rushing towards Ma Wu, and the most violent part of the frenzy was this punch.

Ma Wu's body kept retreating, and with the tactic in his hand, the purple aura of the whole body overflowed, and the three thousand sword aura that formed a large formation between heaven and earth rushed quickly, and with Ma Wu's "fog.", the three thousand sword aura suddenly permeated It was thick with fog.

Ma Wu's body was hidden in the thick fog, which was unstoppable.

The half-sage of Confucianism who was outside was surprised, "It's not easy for her to know this kind of magic."

The half-sage of Legalism nodded and commented: "It's the first time to enter the eleventh realm."

The only Layman Wutong looked excited, clenched his hands, and shouted in a low voice: "Come on, Chen Jiu, call me."

The two half-sages were speechless for a while, the Confucian half-sage coughed and said to Wutong layman.

"Indus, aren't you a bit impersonal?"

Layman Wutong came back to his senses, quickly shook his head, and explained: "No..."

The Confucianist and Legalist semi-sages just wanted to refute, but Wutong layman said again: "I have always supported Chen Jiu."

That's fine.

The two half saints hurriedly shut up.

Seeing them like this, Layman Wutong frowned, and asked doubtfully, "You don't know, do you?"

The half-sage of the Fa family laughed, touched his head and said with a smile: "I know."

Just found out.

In the small world, Ma Wu hid in the fog, and from time to time there were sword qi cutting vertically and horizontally in the fog, in order to weaken Chen Jiu's punch.

In order to preserve his will to punch, Chen Jiu had to catch Ma Wu even if he didn't make any punches, and then used this punch to slap Ma Wu's face.

But Chen Jiu couldn't find it all the time, and many scars had been cut on his body by the sword energy.

Chen Jiu was a little annoyed by being pulled, and began to use his brains, thinking about it strangely.

Just when Chen Jiu wanted to blow Ma Wu out in the fog.

The thick fog suddenly cleared, and Ma Wu came out with a dark face, speaking word by word.

"I have supernatural powers in this fog, and I can see through your thoughts."

Chen Jiu suddenly shouted, "Punch!"

This punch full of fisting intentions was thrown away brazenly.

Ma Wu's pupils widened, and then her body was crushed wantonly by the torrent of fists
The whole small world trembled, and a big hole seemed to be broken in the distance, and when pulled back, there was an extremely long and wide gully.

The fist in the ravine lasted for a long time.

Extremely exhausted, Chen Jiu stretched out his hand and leaned on a piece of gravel, gasping for breath, muttering something in his mouth.

"Like pulling? Long hands beat short hands?"

Ma Wu was at the farthest point of the gully, at the farthest point of Xiaotiandi, lying on the gravel, frowning, moaning in pain, and slowly stood up, the punch just now seemed to break her apart, but the stamina was good Insufficient, let her slow down.

Ma Wu looked at Chen Jiu speechlessly, "Hit while talking?"

Chen Jiu supported the boulder and replied with a grin: "Go ahead."

It was indeed snatched, but the effect didn't seem to work. It didn't kill Ma Wu with one punch. After all, it was not strong enough, which was a pity.

With a wave of Ma Wu's hand, three thousand sword qi gathered, wrapped around her side, and unfolded one by one, she replied with a light smile on the corner of her mouth.

"I got it, but it doesn't seem to work."

Chen Jiu hesitated for a moment, touched his head, and said a little embarrassedly: "Well, can you let me accumulate more energy, this time I promise to kill you with one punch."

Ma Wu was stunned for a moment, then withdrew her smile, and said expressionlessly: "I can't."

She stretched out one hand, put it in front of her, and blew a breath towards Chen Jiu, and said at the same time.

"Congeal."

Three thousand sword qi flew away in an instant, enveloping Chen Jiu's body, the aura flashed, and then suddenly condensed. After a while, Chen Jiu's body had turned into a stone sculpture.

Ma Wu grabbed it with one hand, and said again, "Broken."

The three thousand sword qi squeezed inward, and suddenly cut, the stone carving split instantly, and the three thousand sword qi returned to its place.

A smile suddenly appeared on Ma Wu's expressionless face, and she said to herself, "Let's accumulate energy slowly when you come next time."

Ma Wu went back to the top of the mountain and stood on the mountain. Three thousand sword qi condensed into a flying sword, returned to the scabbard, and was carried by Ma Wu on one shoulder.

She is on the top of the mountain, watching the mountain stream.

It is said that the small world of the training tower will follow the changes of the mind of the tower guard.

Is Ma Wu's state of mind this small world on top of a mountain?

She didn't know it herself, so she often looked at the mountain stream and didn't ask for answers.

Ma Wu looked at the flying sword on her shoulder.

She actually liked sword cultivators very much when she was a child, and the reason is simple, because the strongest person in the world is sword cultivators.

It's a pity that she is not a sword repairer.

(End of this chapter)