gold farm

Chapter 288 Qingyang Sword

Facing this fierce sword energy, the four clouds of vitality in the sea of ​​life turned violently. Zhao Gangjun opened his mouth and shouted loudly, his whole body was as fierce as the sun. Like a real dragon that fell from the nine heavens, he stepped forward with an incomparable and fearless aura. While avoiding the sword energy, he lightly protruded forward with his right hand, hitting him with an invincible force. To that bronze sword...

Seeing this scene, the young man in purple robe was stunned, and then a sneer sneered at the corner of his mouth: "As expected, you are a newcomer who has just stepped into the practice, and you are really overconfident! If this is the case, then I will send you on your way!"

When the words fell, the aura of the bronze sword in the hands of the purple-robed youth surged, and what escaped from the sword was no longer the sword aura, but a practical light, dazzling and fierce at the same time.

"Really? Just relying on how many broken swords you have buried in the ground? It's whimsical..." Feeling the sharpness of the bronze, Zhao Gangjun's protruding right fist not only did not dodge, but with a thicker momentum Hit on the blade...

When the fist collided with the bronze sword, a clear and crisp sound of iron slamming suddenly rang out. With the sound of this sound, a powerful shock force was also generated between the two, and quickly evolved into an impact force.Feeling the sweeping counterattack force, the expression of the purple-robed youth changed. After his feet were impacted by this force and slid for half a meter, when the energy in his body was disordered, his phoenix eyes looked at Zhao Gangjun in astonishment, and he exclaimed :

"How is it possible? You, a newcomer who has just stepped into the door of cultivation, why can you erupt with such a powerful force? Even your flesh body can head-on with a high-level magic weapon like the Qingyang Sword! No, you must It is the strength of some kind of formation technique, yes it must be like this..."

"Impossible?" Zhao Gangjun, who was full of momentum, had just used his vitality to crush the sword energy between his skin and flesh. When he heard such words, he smiled jokingly: "Who told you that I just stepped into the door of cultivation? How ignorant Ah, when my young master started practicing, you didn’t even know that you were hiding in that pimple and playing with mud! Only an ignorant person like you would naively think that just using a magic weapon can hurt me... "

Although it was the first time for Zhao Gangjun to see a magic weapon, he was very familiar with this kind of weapon that only practitioners could control. As early as when he broke through the Eight Meridian Realm, the Sutra of Huanxi passed on a piece of information that included all the previous weapons. Among them, the level of weapons of these practitioners has been mentioned many times, and the bronze sword in the hands of the purple-robed youth in front of him is just the lowest magic weapon, a weapon made of copper and a small amount of iron...

Then, after the practitioner's energy has been warmed up to the point where it can be temporarily attached to the body surface, the combat power it can amplify is only a mere [-]% of it!On top of this, there are human artifacts, earth artifacts, treasure artifacts, heavenly artifacts, and the legendary imperial artifacts...

With the toughness of my physical body now, it has already reached the level comparable to that of an earthly weapon. Just imagine how this small magic weapon can pose a threat to me!
"What, what? Let's try the young master's punch again..." Zhao Gangjun turned a blind eye to the shock of the purple-robed youth. When he shouted loudly, his breath doubled again, and his whole body was full of fighting spirit while the black hair danced wildly. He leaned closer again, swung his fists vigorously, and at the same time the turbulent air slammed into the purple-robed youth...

Facing this kind of move that seems to be disorderly but actually reveals some kind of profound meaning, the purple-robed young man was shocked, and swung the Qingyang sword to keep resisting, but what shocked him was that in this kind of move In a combat situation, I am a dignified cultivator of the eight gates, but I am completely suppressed by the opponent, let alone a counterattack. As Zhao Gangjun's fist became more and more fierce, it gradually became difficult to even resist it. That kind of powerlessness While making the pores feel chilly, there is also a surge of anger in my heart...

After hundreds of rounds of battle between the two, accompanied by the scars all over the ground and the turbulent air, when a sword light slashed across to force Zhao Gangjun back, the purple-robed youth whose clothes were torn and covered in fists and footprints also took advantage of this opportunity After leaving the battle circle and wiping the blood from the corner of his mouth with his hand, a gloomy look appeared on his distressed face despite the turmoil in his heart:

"You are the first person to put me in such an embarrassing situation. What I didn't expect was that you also have the strength of the eight-door realm. Although it is incredible, it's just like this! Is it right? It's over, let me at the end, let you see what the real eight-door realm is..."

"Oh? Who knows how to blow a strong wind? Even with your scum-like strength, you dare to speak up in front of the young master!" Hearing the cold and confident words of the purple-robed youth, Zhao Gangjun glanced at the scratched shirt on his body. The light green military uniform with a few sword marks, suppressing the anger in his heart, said calmly:

"You are the third person who ruined my clothes. Compared with the previous ones, your end will definitely be worse than them, because your mind is too vicious! Therefore, I don't want to accompany you Play it, take your so-called arrogance, and go to the underworld to confess to me!"

As soon as the words fell, Zhao Gangjun's momentum surged again, and when his jacket was torn apart, eight bright and clean jade-like portals appeared on his bronze-colored body. The surging vitality was rushing and flowing, and fierce breaths continued to escape from him. Come, while oppressing the surrounding air, it also disturbs the surrounding energy into disorder...

"Is this the only ability?" Although the purple-robed youth was surprised at Zhao Gangjun's strong energy, this level still did not deviate from his expectations, and it was precisely because of this that he felt that it was nothing special!Looking at Zhao Gangjun's powerful eight portals, he sneered and said:
"Don't you understand that only by removing the eight gates from the body can we exert more powerful power? Foolish grass and trees! But you have no chance, go to death..."

When the proud roar sounded, I saw eight bright portals emerging from the young man's body, and quickly broke away from his body and surrounded his body, forming a circle that was constantly rotating, and the blue energy flowed from it When it overflowed, the void was squeezed like water waves and rippled continuously. When the grass and trees were flying and the soil was blowing up, the bronze sword glowed with a more dazzling light...

Waves of cyan sword energy shot out wantonly, piercing the earth with fist-sized holes, and the ground trembled continuously. Under the control of the purple-robed youth, the eight different portals exuded a hazy cyan color. Guang, carrying incomparable power and energy, attacked Zhao Gangjun along with the bronze sword...

Faced with such a horrifying attack, Zhao Gangjun was not afraid at all. Under the reverent eyes of everyone in Qin Daochu in the farm, he swung his right fist and directly hit the bronze sword. Booming on a door of light with unstoppable momentum, the surging energy was like a rushing river. Under the unbelievable gaze of the young man in purple robe, he smashed the door of light with a destructive aura...

With a deafening sound, as the purple-robed youth spewed blood, his fist wrapped in a hazy blue light shattered the other seven light gates one after another with a horrified expression. After picking up the bronze sword that was attacking his back, he ignored its struggle and mobilized the force of vitality to suppress it forcibly!Stepping on his feet, his body was like a prehistoric beast, and with a monstrous aura, he punched the purple-robed youth on the chin...

The clear sound of bone fracture was accompanied by a scream, followed by a stream of blood spilling from the sky, and a dull but loud crashing sound.

The power of one punch was earth-shattering, and two punches directly defeated the purple-robed youth. It was really too fierce. While seeing the heroic aura, everyone in the farm was greatly encouraged, and at the same time, it also made those hiding in the dark tremble with fear.

Feeling the slack energy in his body, as well as the turbulent pain in his five internal organs and the pain from his jaw, the purple-robed youth was horrified, and at the same time he quickly stood up from the ground. A sluggish face was both frightened and suspicious, and he shouted:
"You are not a cultivator who has just stepped into the Eight Gates Realm at all, otherwise how could you have such a majestic energy! Unexpectedly, your cultivation speed is so fast, and you already have the strength of the late Eight Gates..."

Hearing this, Zhao Gangjun smiled lightly, shook the bronze sword in his hand, looked at the devastated land around him, and said with a playful look, "Guess what? But an arrogant person like you , I must have already decided in my heart! Speaking of which, although your sword is not very good, it is just for my daughters-in-law to use! Seeing that you have contributed such a gift, I will let you die Take it easy!"

"Want to kill me?" Feeling Zhao Gangjun's strong murderous intent, the purple-robed youth trembled in his heart, but he raised his head and laughed for a while before roaring ferociously: "Indeed, your strength is stronger than mine! , but you haven’t reached the Fate Sea Realm, right? I’m also at the Eight Gate Realm, so I can’t beat you, but what if I add someone from the Eight Gate Realm? Do you think you still have a chance of winning?”

"Are you talking about the woman hiding in the shadows?"

"How do I know?" Looking at his shocked face, Zhao Gangjun sneered, and glanced at the small hill a hundred meters away, with a deep smile on his rough face: "Just a little The Qi Containing Technique just wants to avoid my perception, it must be too small for me! What do you think, lady of Qinjiabao..."

(End of this chapter)