Super Star Martial Arts

Within three breaths.

The octogenarian became a muscular man.

This scene shocked countless people.

Many older people showed signs of surprise.

Is there really a way to rejuvenate one's youth in this world?

Only Li Xiaofei could see that this Jie Peng Sword Master had unleashed his body's full potential and raised his state to its peak state at the cost of burning his last life.

This is the performance of martial arts reaching its peak in this world.

It falls within the reasonable scope of earthly martial arts.

It's not a supernatural technique.

Li Xiaofei also had to sigh.

He is worthy of being a saint of a country.

In this era of low tide of the earth's spiritual energy laws, it is unprecedented for anyone to be able to practice martial arts to such an extent.

This requires extraordinary martial arts talent and extreme martial arts piety to achieve this.

If it were born outside the sky, it would definitely become a cosmic life form above the star level.

Pity.

Li Xiaofei sat on the viewing platform and watched carefully.

He had to admit that a real master always has the heart of an apprentice and cannot look down upon others just because they have little experience. Maybe the difference between the two parties is just because of their origins. If the roles are reversed, maybe the other person is better than you at what they do. .

In the arena.

The body of Ghost Horse Katazou burst out with endless energy pressure.

He grasped the handle of the giant sword and pulled it out inch by inch.

This is an unedged knife.

The blade is dark in color.

The steel surface is rough and has uneven grains like millet. At first glance, it looks like a piece of scrap iron.

But Li Xiaofei could see it.

The black iron is extraordinary and contains a hint of extraterrestrial aura.

I'm afraid it's some kind of meteorite or fairy iron.

Guima Pianzang bent his left arm, clamped the blade of the knife between the inward bends of his forearm and upper arm, and suddenly drew the knife.

A stream of blood spurted out.

He sharpened the blade with his own flesh, blood, and bones.

In an instant, the extremely sharp blade was wiped away.

This sword of mine is called Shen Zang.

Blood was dripping from Guima Katazou's left arm, his eyes locked on the sharp knife, full of enthusiasm and excitement.

When this sword was not completed, I once killed a 60-meter-tall alien beast Godzilla in the Mariana Trench. Now I have completed the sword skills. In my heart, it can bury gods and ghosts.

He looked at the four opponents on the opposite side, and slowly stepped out in a standard forward horse stance, with his center of gravity fixed between his feet. He held the handle of the knife with his right hand, pointed forward with the blade diagonally upward, and pressed his left hand at a distance from the spine of the knife. Half of the hilt.

A terrifying pressure swept out instantly.

Facing this attack, the expressions of Taoist Priest Sanjue, Qi Honglei, Wang Zilai and Li Baoguo suddenly changed.

The four of them felt as if they were standing on the top of an abyss. If they moved at least a little, they would fall into it and die forever.

Pressure that they had never experienced before came from all directions, making the four of them seem to be pressed under the majestic mountain, and their bones creaked and screamed.

The first one to react was Qi Honglei.

This peerless swordsman from the deep valley of Huashan Mountain buzzed with white moonlight in his hand, covering Qi Honglei's whole body like a layer of light armor.

The black and yellow talisman on Wang Zilai's head, with smooth ribbons, is like a weeping willow, faintly forming the shape of an ancient bell, guarding this little genius from Wudang Mountain.

The Sanjue Taoist Master remained silent, tightly holding the enhanced version of the soft green electric sword in his hand, and used the Kongtong Sect's mental skills to the extreme. The green sword light was like lightning, sizzling, and bursting out naked eyes around his body. Visible current.

And Li Baoguo held the wooden handle of the iron knife with both hands, and made a gesture of raising the knife to the sky. It seemed as if there was wind and sand blowing around him, and unexpectedly, a looming shadow of a huge knife was formed, floating above his head and behind him. .

Facing the threat from the most powerful sword of Jie Peng Kingdom's Sword Saint, the four Daxia martial arts masters broke through the shackles of the realm one after another, touched the mysterious and mysterious realm of heaven and man, and sent out visions.

This is the gift given by the opponent.

A hint of joy flashed in Kiima Katazou's eyes.

Then, the giant knife in his hand slowly volleyed down.

Waves of air rolled on both sides of the blade.

The visual effect is as if the void in this area is easily cut open by this knife like white cream.

boom.

The stone sword in Qi Honglei's hand made a sound

Screaming sadly, the bright moonlight burst out immediately, and then dimmed after less than a second.

Qi Honglei felt a huge force coming in, which he could not resist. He flew backwards involuntarily, spurting out a mouthful of blood in mid-air. When he landed on the ground, he was already bleeding from all his orifices and could not stand firmly.

The little Heavenly Master King Jilai desperately mobilized the true energy in his body, poured it into the 'Tongtian Talisman', and forcibly received this sword of heaven and man.

boom!

Boom boom boom.

Continuous explosions were heard.

The dozens of yellow light ribbons hanging down from the black-yellow sky-reaching talisman continued to explode and shatter.

The little Celestial Master Wang Zilai, who was under his protection, was blown to pieces and his face was blackened. In an instant, he turned into a piece of charcoal, and all his clothes and skin were carbonized.

The strength of Sanjue Taoist Priest was not as good as the two of them, but he still managed to survive with the sword in his hand that had been modified by Li Xiaofei.

Li Baoguo exerted his sword skills and sword intention to the extreme, and brought out the wildness and resistance in the bones of northwest swordsmen to the extreme. Faced with this terrifying pressure, he actually took a step forward again, and suddenly swung the iron blade in his hand, and behind him The suspended phantom sword also slashed forward.

boom.

The collision of sword intentions.

The Shadow Blade instantly shattered.

The iron knife also shattered, and half of the blade flew back, with a pop, inserted into the chest, and pierced Li Baoguo's heart.

The young man stopped for a moment and froze on the spot.

One sword.

A stone sword.

A mysterious talisman.

A soft sword.

An iron knife.

The five major weapons decided the winner in an instant.

Kima Katazou's sword was as gentle as the spring breeze, easily defeating the alliance of the four masters.

This is why before he took action, he said, 'If you can survive this sword,' instead of saying if you can catch this sword.

Yes.

Being able to survive from this sword was considered lucky for them.

Catch?

impossible.

As for defeat?

That's even more impossible.

In Katazou Kiba's heart, the sword he wielded will not affect anyone in the world, whether he is a warrior or a person with superpowers.

Maybe it can be stopped.

Even if we look back, it is impossible for any strong man to catch this sword in any era in global history.

This sword represents the pinnacle of personal power of mankind on earth so far.

It also represents absolute strength.

Kima Katazou was obsessed with the sword and loyal to the sword. It took him a full one hundred and fifty-six years to finally wield this sword.

The air cut by the sword intent rolled towards both sides, as if the legendary god was holding the water-dividing staff and dividing the ocean into two.

The sword intent cut through the ring, and with unabated force, it struck towards the distant auditorium and towards the outer wall of the Olympic Stadium.

There were exclamations.

Kima Katazou suddenly changed his moves. The left hand that was originally holding the sword spine suddenly reached forward, grasped the blade of the sword, and used force to grasp the blade and lift it up.

This change in angle caused the energy of the sword to rub against the top of the Tianjin Olympic Sports Center and shoot into the endless night sky.

And for this critical moment, the price paid by Kima Katazou for forcibly changing his hand was that all four fingers on his left hand, except the thumb, were cut off.

Blood drips.

Dye the arena red.

Guima Katazou looked relieved.

Countless people in the arena stood up, with different expressions, and looked at the tall and incomplete figure standing alone on the stage.

The night breeze comes slowly.

Black hair turns pale quickly.

The muscles shriveled and wrinkled as if dehydrated.

The burly figure quickly became rickety.

The strong vitality dispersed like a mirage in the night wind.

The rickety and skinny old swordsman is back again.

He leaned on the ground with the knife in his hand, without saying a word, and stood silently, quietly.

The night wind blew his clothes.

The clothes are broken like butterflies, dancing gracefully.

The night wind blew through his hair.

White hair scattered into the night sky.

The skin cracked and turned into tiny grains of sand, floating in the wind, blowing away every grain of sand...

Master!

The Jie Peng warriors rushed onto the ring frantically.

the other side.

Zhang Hongjing also rushed into the field with a doctor to check the injuries of Qi Honglei and others.