The meat shield of the era of aura recovery

Chapter 113 Feng Lun
"Come and try two moves with me, an eighth-rank body-training warrior." Lin Xiaoqiang picked up the third-rank warrior in his hand and threw it out like a javelin. A burst of force, like a heavy weight falling, crushed the two of them.

"Okay, you are also an eighth-rank warrior, I want to see what you are capable of." The skinny man laughed loudly, stepped towards Lin Xiaoqiang, pushed out with a palm, and several bone spears condensed from white bones shot out from his palm out.

"Bone of bone disaster?" Lin Xiaoqiang shook his hands, Zhenlong fist appeared, the wind of the fist roared, two balls of golden light shone, and the bone spear was turned into ashes in an instant.

"Sometimes, a body-training warrior who hasn't opened the treasure of the physical body can still take my bone spear. It seems that your spiritual weapon is really extraordinary!" The skinny man stared greedily at Lin Xiaoqiang, who was coiled around his hands like an angry dragon. fist.

The skinny man had learned that Lin Xiaoqiang hadn't opened the treasure of the physical body long ago, and he felt somewhat disdainful in his heart. The bone spear that seemed to be shot at random just now was just for testing purposes. The reason for this is naturally that the skinny man thinks that Zhenlongquan.

clang!
Taking advantage of Lin Xiaoqiang's focus on the skinny man who was confronting him, a fourth-rank martial artist took the opportunity to attack from behind. He drew out a gleaming black iron broadsword and slashed it down with a sharp blade light. A golden-armored mantis also Swing down the death scythe.

This black iron broadsword is a second-grade spiritual weapon, and with the blessing of his fourth-grade Hualing Golden Armored Mantis, he seems to have great confidence that he can deal a serious blow to Lin Xiaoqiang, an eighth-grade body-refining warrior who burns qi and blood. .

What shocked him was that when he slashed with the sharp knife, an angry dragon was coming towards him, and the black iron sword, which was at the head of the angry dragon, made the sound of gold and iron colliding, and his second-grade spiritual weapon also rushed broken.

After Lin Xiaoqiang added three agility points, his dodge ability improved a lot. It was as if a fourth-rank martial artist stabbed him in the back, which was simply too whimsical.

"It's a pity that this is a good knife. Let's ask you, Young Master Ye, to return it." After Lin Xiaoqiang finished speaking, under the terrified eyes of the fourth-rank warrior, he swung his fist like a real dragon going out to sea, and the golden spiritual power was on him. There was a slight flicker in his eyes, and a severe pain came from his abdomen. He rolled and landed in the air, and the golden armored mantis was also smashed to pieces.

Lin Xiaoqiang's punch would only seriously injure the fourth-rank warrior who attacked him, and would not kill him directly. No matter how strong Lin Xiaoqiang's heart is, it would be difficult to kill a person, because of the influence of his previous life.

In this world of revived aura, killing people is not uncommon. This is a natural world where the weak prey on the strong, so the law is nothing but a white slip in front of strength.

The skinny man looked at Lin Xiaoqiang's hands indifferently. His pale face did not fluctuate at all, as if he was watching a hunting among animals, and his prey was only Lin Xiaoqiang.

Wang Dang and Su Qiaoer teamed up, relying on the fourth-grade spirit weapon Egret Bow in Su Qiaoer's hand, even under the siege of several warriors, they even had to stabilize one end.

The skinny man in the Budokan was still confronting Lin Xiaoqiang, and most of the eighteen fighters were broken by Lin Xiaoqiang's pair of dragon fists.

In the end, the four fourth-rank warriors who were slightly stronger were left, knowing that they were just a piece of cake in front of Lin Xiaoqiang, and under the command of the skinny man, they got entangled with Wang Dang.

"They all said that I, Chen Lun, am not like a spirit-turning spirit, but more like a body-training martial artist. Today I met you, an eighth-rank alien body-training, and I want to try the difference between me and a body-training!" Chen Lun stared fiercely. Looking at his prey, Lin Xiaoqiang said slowly.

It is really rare for a martial artist like Lin Xiaoqiang who has not yet opened the physical body treasure for eighth-grade body training.

Ordinary fitness fighters would choose to open a physical treasure in the fifth-rank realm after laying a solid physical foundation in the fourth-rank realm, and then continue to develop and explore.

After reaching the realm of eighth-rank martial artist, even a body-refining martial artist with less talent and lack of cultivation resources will at least go to two or three places.

And those who choose not to develop their physical treasures will choose to burst out in the ninth-rank realm, and use the power of their own treasures to attack the Wuzong realm.

But this will make the actual combat ability of the body training fighters very weak in the early stage, and there is still an uncertain factor, not everyone can cultivate to the ninth rank.

"You can come and try." Lin Xiaoqiang stretched out his hand, kicked his foot violently, and with a movement of his body, Zhenlongquan burst out with power, and he lifted a mountain with a punch that was as powerful as a thousand catties.

"Hehe!" Chen Lun laughed strangely, and the bone disaster behind him seemed to have spirituality, and he also roared into the sky, his arms were coiled with spiritual power, and the white bones were attached to them in an instant, like gauntlets, crossing his arms to block Lin Xiaoqiang's attack fist.

boom!
Lin Xiaoqiang's Town Dragon Fist is already a fifth-grade spiritual weapon after absorbing many high-grade monster corpse materials. Although it has not obtained additional abilities, its hardness is far beyond that of a fourth-grade spiritual weapon.But this punch turned out to be just a bony arm armor condensed by the spiritual power of an eighth-rank spiritual transformation warrior.

"My arm of bone disaster is strong enough!" After Feng Lun blocked it, he took two steps back, his arm shook slightly, and the arm of bone disaster was attached to it again.

Feng Lun's arm of bone disaster can be used countless times as long as it has enough spiritual power, and its hardness is comparable to that of a spiritual weapon. This is why some people compare him as a martial artist who transforms spirit with a martial artist who refines body.

"This man actually condensed all the power of transforming spirits and bone disasters onto the bones, which is a bit troublesome." Lin Xiaoqiang was secretly surprised to be able to resist his punch head-on.

"But I want to see how much spiritual power you have!" Lin Xiaoqiang also saw that the gauntlet needs to consume a lot of spiritual power. As long as there is this flaw, Lin Xiaoqiang can focus on this and consume him to death.

As long as Feng Lun's gauntlets are broken by him, this Feng Lun will be a bastard whose shell has been peeled off, and the meat on the chopping board will be slaughtered by himself.

"You can try." Feng Lun saw through Lin Xiaoqiang's intentions. I don't know how many warriors wanted to consume themselves first, but they were all consumed by themselves, and the body-refining warriors who burned the qi and blood furnace were no exception.

Feng Lun took the initiative to attack Lin Xiao this time, holding a fourth-grade spiritual weapon corpse dragon spear, attacking and killing.

Seeing a flash of cold light, Lin Xiaoqiang's hair stood on his head, as if a poisonous snake was approaching, he retreated a few steps, dodging the shot,

boom!
The tip of the spear fell into the air, as if it had pierced a void, there was an explosion sound, and white light flickered.

That shot had the power of bone disaster, and its power was astonishing.

(End of this chapter)