You said you would practice martial arts. Have you mastered the Tiangang Dharma?

Chapter 215 This is the intention of the soldiers
Boom——

The sword intent that [Feng] casually slashed out was instantly drowned out by the spear intent that burst out from the Beixue Tower. The aftermath swept up like a huge wave, forcing [Feng] to retreat a certain distance.

He narrowed his brows and stared at the figure of a young man walking out of the Beixue Tower: "Jiang Qiu?"

Tap tap tap.
Heavy footsteps came from the Beixue Tower. Jiang Qiu raised his head and looked at him. The [Beixue Spear] in his hand was shining with a cold light, and seemed to be surrounded by a cold and solemn spear aura.

There was no hiding of murderous intent in his bloodshot eyes, and frost gradually condensed on his body. With every step he took, the ice armor on his body became more complete, until he stood still on the steps in front of the North Snow Tower, like a general walking out of an ancient ice city.

"[Wind Rage]!"

The roar sounded like the collision of copper and iron, and the figure of [Wind] reflected in Jiang Qiu's eyes exuded an unpleasant atmosphere.

During the Northwest Martial Arts University Rookie Competition, on the way to Beihuang Beijing City, they were suddenly attacked by a large number of demons led by [Feng Li], resulting in the deaths of two Dharma Realm instructors and hundreds of students. This was no small matter.

The glances that met unintentionally at that time will be unforgettable forever.

[Feng Li] just wants to kill himself!

Recalling this, the patterns on the [Beixue Spear] held in Jiang Qiu's right hand gradually became inlaid with white light, just like one winding ice silk thread after another.

The inheritance left by Master Yuanchu in Beixue Tower is not only the Pobing Daolian. The [Beixue Spear] is actually the weapon that Master Yuanchu once used.

After receiving the inheritance just now and transforming from the Steel Bone Realm to the Forged Jade Tendon Realm, the remaining spiritual charm of [Beixue Spear] was also activated, which was enough to exert a part of the power that belonged to a strong military cultivator.

In other words, even if he omitted the three steps of military training, [Beixue Lance] could still rely on his remaining spirituality to cooperate with Jiang Qiu to trigger powerful spear moves.

However, given that there were no wild spiritual energy in the Northern Realm anymore, Jiang Qiu had no way of circulating the spiritual energy except for the one he had just absorbed that had been secretly hidden by Master Yuanchu and stored in the Po Bing Dao Lotus.

If you use gun techniques, you must be clean and simple.

"I didn't expect that you could recognize me at first sight."

[Feng] curled his lips and chuckled. The ancient sword in his right hand slowly dropped to his side, and his face was full of interest: "The Beixue tribe has become like this, and you still came back. Is it for the inheritance in the Beixue Tower?"

As soon as these words were spoken, [Qiang], [Fan], [Lie] and others clenched their weapons and became nervous.

They naturally understood that the chosen demon in front of them was not on the same level as themselves, and the other party could easily crush everyone present to death.

The only one who has a chance to break through the situation is Jiang Qiu, but Jiang Qiu actually doesn't have much advantage, judging from the confrontation just now.

[Feng] did retreat a little, but the sword he swung was just a casual move and he didn't really mean it.

Even though Jiang Qiu has broken through to a more powerful realm, it seems that he has only just broken through, and his aura is still a little unstable. He may not be able to compete with [Wind] who naturally has the advantage in the air.

Is it the end?
As these thoughts merged into everyone's minds, the sound of flapping wings came from afar. Looking closely, the warriors of each tribe swallowed their saliva, and regret flashed in many of their eyes.

Those flying from the west were the warriors of the Hantian Cliff demon clan. They were a black mass and looked terrifying. They were extremely fast and in a moment they were hovering over the Beixue Tower, circling in a large circle and blocking everyone's retreat.

"Jiang Qiu, I failed to kill you during the rookie match. It was my fault. Now I am sending you off. It will be worth the cultivation of Emperor Chen." The main force has arrived. Feng no longer hides himself. The wings behind him are getting stronger. The blade in his hand is surrounded by flowing light. His narrow eyebrows are proudly pointing to the sky: "Even if you have a great adventure, it is still far from what I have!"

Rumbling--

Suddenly, dark clouds swirled in the sky, and thunder roamed between the clouds, like a silver snake flashing in the dark night. The suffocating feeling of oppression hit everyone, even the monsters. The two chosen ones, [Fan] and [Qiang], looked pale and had dull pain in their chests.

Facing Feng's gaze, which was as calm as that of slaughtering chickens and ducks, Jiang Qiu's heart was slightly shaken.

Logically speaking, Feng, who was born in the demon race, could not use human weapons, but he used them anyway, and even showed himself as a human, and learned extremely domineering swordsmanship.

Even the sword intent he just released showed his talent. It took him more than ten years to cultivate to such a level in a field he had never touched before. It was amazing!

The meaning of the sword is not something that ordinary people can comprehend. It is a threshold for martial arts masters, or for those who want to reach the state of Taoism. Most people will never be able to comprehend it in their entire lives.

For the Xia Kingdom, those who can comprehend the meaning of sword are rare.

But [Feng], who was born in the demon clan, was able to cultivate the sword intent with ease after the Northern Realm was reopened. The power of the sword moves he displayed now is even more shocking!
He is also following a cultivation path similar to that of Qingluan Palace? !
So he is also in the Zhu Dao Jade Tendon Realm, not an ordinary Jade Tendon Realm!
Jiang Qiu woke up as if from a dream, his pupils trembling, and what followed was a knife from [Wind] that cut through the thunderclouds in the sky. At that moment, the sky and the earth were bright, and his eyes were filled with thunder-like knife intent.

The wind pressure from all directions was like the deep sea, and he could not move at all. Only the [Beixue Spear] in his hand could still break through the strong wind, and when the blade fell, he could meet it.

There is no doubt that [Feng]'s ability is beyond expectations, and his realm seems to be higher than that of himself who has just stepped into the stage of Casting Dao Jade Tendons, but is the inheritance of Yuanchu Zhenren so simple?

[Beixue Spear] contains incomplete spirituality!

The main purpose of soldiers is to kill!
The tip of the [Beixue Lance] seemed to have the figure of an ancient warrior condensed in front of it, standing tall and upright, with his helmet piercing through the dark clouds, his boots crushing the remains of the tribe, and the illusory spear in his hand stretched out like a blue dragon, smashing straight into the thunder blade that was chopping down.

hum-

The sword intent and the spear intent collided, bursting out with the power of annihilation, dispersing the strong wind in a radius of ten miles. The thousands of demon warriors were caught in the irregular vortex of wind, flying around in all directions, with their feathers curling back like black snow.

[Qiang] and others who were watching from underground were horrified and quickly hid in the Beixue Tower. They looked up at the desolate scene outside that was as dark as night, with stone slabs, wooden boards, tiles, heavy snow, feathers and other objects flying all over the sky.

I saw [Wind] who was splitting with one hand and [Qiu] who was coming up with a spear confronting each other, and the sword intent and spear intent separated from the two formed the appearance of warriors, colliding with thunder and lightning from time to time.

"This is the battle between the Chosen One and the Chosen Demon!"

The ignorant warriors and leaders of the small tribe were stunned and sweating.

In the face of such great power, they are like grass before a sickle, not worth mentioning.

[Fan] was the one who watched with fascination. He stood closest to the door, his black hair untied by the strong wind and fluttering back and forth wantonly. All he could see in his eyes were the flashes of knives and guns.

This is the meaning of soldiers.

(End of this chapter)