Zhang Zhexue's three tiger kills fight with Jun Mogao's three flying swords. At the same time, he saw Jun Mogao's natal magic weapon coming from lightning, and hurriedly sacrificed three tiger kills, one of which faced Jun Mogao's natal magic weapon, and the other two headed straight for Jun Mogao.

The tiger kill that collided with Jun Mogao's natal flying sword was hit and flew out in just a moment. At the same time, the light on the sword body dimmed, and it was obvious that the sword body was damaged.

"Damn, the natal magic weapon is so powerful." Zhang Zhexue has fought with many foundation-building cultivators over the years, but the only one who used the natal magic weapon was Jun Mogao. It may be that the natal magic weapon has very high requirements for materials, and at the same time, it consumes true energy and spiritual consciousness when cultivated. Therefore, there are very few people who cultivate natal magic weapon, but the lethality of the natal magic weapon is unquestionable.

At this time, the people outside the field also saw Jun Mogao's intention, and they wanted to take the opportunity to kill people. Those who bought Zhang Zhexue were already shouting wildly, making Zhang Zhexue die quickly.

At this time, Jun Modao was going crazy. He didn't expect that Jun Mogao's hatred for Zhang Zhexue was so great that he had to get rid of it quickly. But now they were locked in the martial arts field. The barriers in the martial arts field would not be released without seeing the winner and lose. People outside could not get in. Now they could only wait for the inside to see the difference.

"Jun Mogao, if you dare to kill my third brother, I will kill you." Jun Modao felt more guilty towards Zhang Zhexue. If he hadn't called him to Junjiabao or refused to encourage him to participate in the battle, he would not be in danger of life and death. Therefore, Jun Mogao's hatred soared into the sky, but no matter how he shouted, neither of the two people inside could hear it.

Seeing that Jun Modao's natal magic weapon was powerful, Zhang Zhexue sacrificed two more flying swords, and at the same time, Yinji had secretly sacrificed it. So far, he had no idea of ​​killing Jun Mogao, but just wanted to prevent himself from winning so easily.

Five tiger kills were used against Jun Mogao. The purple Qi Crazy Sword Technique was used, so Jun Mogao could only withdraw his natal magic weapon and resist Zhang Zhexue's tiger kill with all his strength. But Zhang Zhexue knew the power of his natal flying sword, so Tiger kill did not collide with his natal flying sword at all. He just quickly circled around Jun Mogao, making him exhausted and could not get a chance to drive the natal magic weapon to kill Zhang Zhexue, and he didn't even have the chance to take out the shield.

Jun Mogao's other three flying swords were entangled by Zhang Zhexue's three tiger kills, and he had no chance to return to help, so he could only fight with Zhang Zhexue to consume. Both of them fought quickly, and more than a dozen flying swords pulled more than a dozen lights flying in the air, like blooming flowers, extremely dazzling. In a flash, half an hour passed, and the two of them were no different.

At this time, the people outside the field were not so calm. It is rare for a first-level foundation building to fight against the middle-level foundation building for such a long time. Maybe the boy inside really has a chance to turn the tables, but now he has been betting and can no longer bets.

Jun Modao was not as anxious as before. He had already seen that Zhang Zhexue was doing it on purpose and should not be at risk of death. Now he was nervous about his crystal stones and kept muttering in his heart: "Third brother, bet on his breath, be sure to win, brother's 100,000 crystal stones."

"Boy, if you and I are consuming, you are seeking death. I will also consuming you." Jun Mogao said hideously.

Zhang Zhexue's true energy is so strong that even the average middle-level foundation building level is not as good as that, so he is not worried about spending true energy at all. However, he still pretended to be anxious and said gritting his teeth: "I would rather spend my life to death than stab a few swords on you, and I have to give you three swords and six holes, and then hit your mother so that she doesn't even know you."

Jun Mogao sneered: "Just rely on you? You dare to play with me at the beginning of foundation building. I want to see why you gave me three swords and six holes. If you can't do it, you will be your grandson."

Zhang Zhexue said viciously: "You are your grandson when you do it, haha."

The sword light flashed and the tiger roared out of his body.

The tiger roar, which had not been used for a long time, was unsheathed, and a buzzing sword sound, which seemed to be complaining that Zhang Zhexue had not used it for a long time, and it seemed to be extremely excited.

Zhang Zhexue held the hilt of the sword in both hands, and the true energy in his body suddenly activated, and his body flew towards Jun Mogao at a very fast speed, so that a string of afterimages were drawn behind him, and he shouted, "Grandson, I'm here."

Jun Mogao did not expect that Zhang Zhexue had a close-up fight. This was a fucking thing that a reckless man in the countryside could do. Although he was disdainful and angry, he had already had all the flying swords at this time. Except for a set of shields that could be sacrificed to resist Zhang Zhexue's sword, there was no other magic weapon to drive. But he didn't even have time to sacrifice the shield, because Zhang Zhexue's several tiger kills attacks were too compact.

Facing Zhang Zhexue's rushing towards him, Jun Mogao had no choice but to retreat. He didn't dare to relax a little while the retreating process, otherwise he would not know which flying sword of Zhang Zhexue would pierce him. But he retreated as fast as Zhang Zhexue's advance, just three breaths, Zhang Zhexue had rushed to three feet in front of him, just the distance where the great sword roar could show his power.

Jun Mogao was anxious and ignored Zhang Zhexue's other flying swords. He directly adjusted his natal flying sword back and stabbed him behind Zhang Zhexue. At the same time, he wisely restrained the sword light on the natal flying sword. Otherwise, the natal flying sword would pierce Zhang Zhexue together with him. His control of the natal flying sword was not so accurate.

Zhang Zhexue felt a flying sword shooting behind him. He originally wanted to avoid it, but the flying sword was too fast to allow him to think too much. He subconsciously waved a tiger roar backwards. With a clang, the tiger roar collided with Jun Mogao's natal flying sword. He felt his hands numb, and the tiger roar in his hand flew out of his hand. I don't know where he hit it, and Jun Mogao's natal flying sword was also knocked away.

"Dare you hurt my tiger roar? I'm going to kill you." Zhang Zhexue was fighting for the danger of injury to his meridians and suddenly motivated his true energy. Although it caused a burst of severe pain in the meridians, it increased its speed again and immediately touched a foot in front of Jun Mogao. Then, in Jun Mogao's shock, he punched him in the face, causing his face to collapse, and almost hit his eyeballs.

With one move, Zhang Zhexue was merciless and punched and kicked him. He made more than ten moves in an instant, hitting Jun Mogao like a flying sack. He stopped until he didn't say anything and let him fall to the ground with a normal sound.

At this time, Zhang Zhexue was damaged by his meridians and also injured his internal organs, and spit out a mouthful of black blood. He reached out to wipe his mouth and stretched out his hand. Hu Xiao was re-stripped. He took it in his hand and saw that more than a dozen cracks had appeared on Hu Xiao's sword. It seemed that if he touched it slightly, it would break into more than a dozen pieces. This made him feel ache. Although the flying sword that he had been with him for so many years, although he had retreated, he kept thinking about taking it with him for retirement. Who knew that it would be destroyed in Jun Mogao's hands.

He held the tiger roar and walked to the unconscious Jun Mogao. Without saying a word, he recalled three tiger kills and stabbed Jun Mogao's thighs. He agreed that three swords and six holes should not be missing, and of course one sword would not be more. After the three tiger kills pierced Jun Mogao's legs, he turned his direction and stopped a foot in front of Jun Mogao.

The severe pain on his legs made Jun Mogao wake up, barely open his eyes, and whisper: "I admit defeat." As soon as he finished speaking, the entire martial arts training ground suddenly moved, as if two big hands tear the space where they were, causing the two to be separated by hundreds of feet in an instant.

Jun Modao once told Zhang Zhexue that there is a huge magic circle under the martial arts training ground. As long as I hear the word "sacrifice" in my words, it will naturally start, separate the two people who are fighting and avoid the person who will admit defeat from being hurt again. Therefore, Zhang Zhexue is not surprised by this situation.

At this time, the barriers on the martial arts field had disappeared. People outside the field were all looking at Zhang Zhexue in shock. Suddenly, they became excited one by one. Most of the people cursed and the few people shouted loudly. These people were betting on unpopular people. This time they bet right again. Zhang Zhexue won. Although it was a miserable victory, if he won, he would win.

Don’t be overjoyed, and fly out of the private room with excitement and head towards Zhang Zhexue.

Zhang Zhexue looked at Hu Xiao again, carefully inserted it back into the scabbard, spitting two mouthfuls of blood, then looked around the four middle school, lifted up his true energy, and shouted at the messy stands. When waiting for the people on the stage to calm down and look at him, he shouted loudly: "Listen, I'm injured now, but ten days later, I will continue to accept the challenge and want to challenge me. If you see the martial arts training ground ten days later, I will beat you until you have the opportunity to accept it. If you have the affair, you will come." After shouting, he turned to Jun Modao, who was flying in, and said, "Brother, how about it? Is the third brother's courage enough?"

Jun Modao laughed loudly, gave a thumbs up, and said, "It's so imposing. Brother, it feels better than doing it yourself. How about it? Are your injuries okay?"

Zhang Zhexue smiled and said, "It's okay, it's just that the muscles and veins and internal organs have been injured. It will be cured for seven or eight days. Brother, when will you go to collect crystals? I'm a million crystals."

Jun Modao's face changed and he said carefully: "Third brother, I'm afraid you will lose too badly, so I didn't help you with betting. You won't blame your elder brother, right?"

Zhang Zhexue was dizzy and almost fainted. He jumped up with a whistle and rushed towards Jun Modao: "Brother, do you want to kill me? Let me hit you half-death first."

Jun Modao turned around and ran away, laughing loudly and said, "Looking at your stingy look, how can you not bet for you? Hahaha."

Zhang Zhexue became even more annoyed, and chased Jun Modao and shouted, "I actually lied to me and compensated me for tens of millions of crystal stones."

Jun Mogao was carried down by his people. Everyone was used to this situation. No one thought there was anything extraordinary. Everyone also saw that Zhang Zhexue had no intention of killing from beginning to end. Everyone knew Jun Mogao's actions. Everyone had a good impression of Zhang Zhexue. However, Zhang Zhexue's last roar made many people in Junjiabao angry and wanted to be arrogant in Junjiabao? You are still far from it, so many people have planned to teach Zhang Zhexue a lesson that they will never forget in ten days.

That night, the crystal that Zhang Zhexue won was sent over, eight million, not much, and Junjiabao really deducted 20%. Thinking of the 20% that disappeared out of thin air, Zhang Zhexue was in pain. Yuanjizong's annual income was only a few hundred thousand, and he was taken away by someone. Junjiabao was too dark. So he made up his mind that once he went back to Xiaolan City, he encouraged Wen Huan to set up a martial arts training ground in Xiaolan City, and he would take back the lost crystal.

Jun Modao won one million crystals and got back 800,000, which made his finances much easier. Almost no one was willing to compete with him for defeating his invincible fellows like him, and his gambling luck was extremely poor, and he lost nine out of ten bets, so he would not even make extra money. With Zhang Zhexue at this time, how could he not take the opportunity to make a big profit?

Zhang Zhexue went to recover from his injuries, and those who wanted to have a fight were handed over to Jun Modao. At this time, Jun Modao fought at night and took out the people who had a fight one by one to analyze them. If you were not clear, you would send the other four bad guys from Junjiabao to investigate. Anyone who had a bigger gap than Zhang Zhexue, put it aside first, and only find some people who were not much different from Zhang Zhexue, and then analyze them one by one, so as to ensure that Zhang Zhexue can win the competition with a slight advantage in the next competition, so that the people behind them have more confidence in challenging them.

Jun Modao has made up his mind to reduce the capital next time, he will put up all the 600,000 he won and make a fortune.

At the same time, Jun Modao was also surprised by Zhang Zhexue's combat power. He could see that as long as Zhang Zhexue's twelve flying swords were used at the same time, Jun Mogao would definitely not be able to walk ten breaths under his sword. If he fought with his life, Jun Mogao would at most insist on three or four breaths under his hands. Jun Modao knew that his twelve flying swords could not control so many at the same time with his spiritual sense, and he could control at most half at most. But even so, he was invincible among his peers in Junjiabao. From this, it can be seen that if he really fought for life and death, he might not be the opponent of this third brother.

At this time, Zhang Zhexue, in the quiet room deep in the depths, was facing a problem, that is, although his meridians were repaired after this damage, the meridians had expanded a little, and the true energy in the dantian was eager to rush into the meridians. If that was the case, he would passively enter the middle level of foundation building. But these were not the results he wanted.

Zhang Zhexue was not anxious about entering the middle level of foundation building. He wanted to wait for the deeper real energy to make a breakthrough until the dantian could not bear it. In this way, the volume of the dantian would increase, not like now. Although his current true energy is not less than that of ordinary middle-level foundation building cultivators, and even more, if he could forcibly suppress it, once he broke through to the middle level of foundation building, his strength should be stronger than the higher level of foundation building. Therefore, after he healed his injuries, he used secret methods to forcibly suppress the signs of breakthrough.
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