Xuantian Wushen

Chapter 154 Senior Sister Su, I Didn't Mean It (15)
"Pain can temper a person's will, and it can also condense a person's soul consciousness." Thinking of the pain of using fire energy to refine his body, Feng Li whispered to himself, his soul consciousness was able to get a sense of that incomparable pain. With great refinement, the power of the soul has also been raised to the middle stage of Yukong Realm.

"King Kong Fist!"

Feng Li let out a soft drink, and unleashed his Vajra Fist, blasting towards the wall flowing with brilliance.The five-color brilliance above the fist flashed and disappeared, and the most eye-catching ones were a fiery red brilliance and a green brilliance.

"boom!"

There was a loud noise, and the entire secret room shook slightly. Feng Li was knocked back more than ten steps by the counter-shock force of the wall, and his arms went numb for a while.

"Shattering finger!"

Pointing on the wall, the wall sank deeply, Feng Li withdrew his hand, and the sunken part returned to its original smoothness.

"Shaking the sky!"

"Cracking!"

Feng Li practiced several Sanshou over and over again, and he found that the profound meaning of these Sanshou is no longer as difficult to touch as before, and he seems to have caught a faint mystery.

After rehearsing several Sanshou styles countless times, Feng Li stopped, and he was going to try to practice the third Sanshou style of Zhenwu Bajue 'Killing Xuan Style'.In the past, he was unable to perform it due to insufficient physical strength and soul knowledge. Now that his strength and soul knowledge have been greatly improved, he is eager to learn the third form of Sanshou.

Feng Li closed his eyes, discarded all distracting thoughts, and silently recited the third practice formula in his heart over and over again, comprehending the subtlety of the third practice Sanshou bit by bit.His soul power was consumed at an astonishing speed. In just an hour, he felt dizzy, and his soul power had been consumed to a serious level.In order to avoid unconsciousness due to exhaustion of soul power, Feng Li stopped comprehending the third form of Sanshou.Now he has barely comprehended the method of performing this type of Sanshou.

"Mysterious killing style!"

As Feng Li shouted softly, his body instantly became unreal. His body was divided into two, two into four, four into eight, and immediately transformed into eight shapes. No way to the deeply sunken palm prints.

After the phantom figure split tens of feet, it quickly approached his real body, and then completely submerged into his body.

Feng Li opened his eyes, his face was very pale, his whole body was drenched with sweat, and the strength in his inner body was almost exhausted during this exercise.Looking at the palm prints on the wall that were slowly recovering, I was horrified.

"This level of power is several times greater than the second style 'Cracking Style'!" Although he already knew that the power of the Zhenwu Bajue style was as high as the sky, the power gap between each style still shocked him.

"If one day I learn all the eight moves, how powerful will I be? If I understand all the eight moves, who else in this world can compete with me?" In the scene of shaking the sky sword, Feng's blood was surging in his heart, and that was when Shen Wuluo was suppressed for endless years and had little power left.What a scene it would be if he used these eight styles of Sanshou when he was completely victorious!Feng Li dare not imagine!

(End of this chapter)