Immortal Soaring Blade

Whoosh.

Breathing heavily, Zhao Jiuge looked at a figure that surpassed himself, but he still did not give up, nor did he continue to accelerate the operation of spiritual power to transport the power of Sanskrit holy body.

Still one step at a time to adhere to, at this time almost half, not now fast on behalf of the last can walk so fast, to see who can laugh to the end.

At this time, the first place had already changed. Mu Zijun had passed 500 floors, while the dimple boy was barely close to the 500 floors, but he seemed to be running out of oil and the lamp was dry at any time. In the later stage of the spiritual realm, the gap was suddenly revealed.

However, Bai Zimo still followed Mu Zijun, ranking second. However, he was arrogant and had to admire Mu Zijun's cultivation. No matter how hard he tried, he could not catch up with Mu Zijun's figure, and his spiritual power was constantly losing. So he simply gave up the idea of catching up and followed it slowly, which also indirectly saved money Your own spiritual power.

Then there was the enchanting girl walking on the stairs with red light on her face and smiling. She didn't feel any sense of oppression at all. She looked back at other people's situations from time to time.

There are also seven or eight young people who are engaged in spiritual cultivation, gnashing their teeth, resisting the oppressive feeling of surrounding packages and striving to catch up with them.

Then there was the figure of Zhao Jiuge and several other people on the third floor, hovering over 300 floors. To Zhao Jiuge's surprise, Liu Yinger even made efforts in the future to keep up with her own pace. Luo Xie seemed to recover from her fright. However, Wang wanwan was still a funny model. She grew fat and sweated more than others. Her clothes were soaked through and her feet flowed Out of the watermark, panting, body fat layer by layer of shaking, even eyes were submerged in the face of the meat seam.

As for some of the people behind him, they can't move because of the sense of oppression, or they can't hold on to it for a long time. It's not worth Zhao Jiuge to waste his mind and watch.

In the distance, Wu Tianshan and Xuantian Shura looked at the scene here, and some of them felt dull. Apart from the amazing outbreak of Mu Zijun just now, there was no particularly attractive talent.

"Let's go. There's nothing to look good about. Tell coach Zhou that we don't want those who are below 300 floors this time, and the rest of the advanced income will be transferred to them from outside. If you have good performance or talent, you can bring them in after three years With that, Xuantian Xiuluo shook his sleeve robe, his hands on his back, ready to leave, with a little disappointment on his face.

It has been 30 years, and there is no special jade that can be carved in the three apprentices. I can't help sighing in my heart. He is also worried about what Wu Tianshan said before, but he can't come out any more. I'm afraid that after Wu Tianshan's generation, no one can inherit the master's position and fall into Xuanqi Feng and xuanluofeng's hand.

Wu Tianshan just nodded his head, and his lips and teeth were ready to say something. When he was ready to say something, a breath of spiritual power that was even more sensational than Mu Zijun just now burst out.

For a moment, Xuantian Shura, who was ready to turn around, stopped his pace, and his indifferent face was full of dull expression.

Zhao Jiuge, who has stepped over 400 floors, can no longer resist the sense of oppression. The bones in his body seem to be falling apart. It's an indescribable pain. Moreover, the journey is almost half way over. It's time for Zhao Jiuge to have a crazy look in his eyes.

"Ah ah ah ah ah ah..."

He raised his head to the sky and screamed, as if to pour out the pain in his body. Then he raised his hands with difficulty and formed a mysterious fingerprint. With the fingerprint waving, he brought up a little light gold aura.

There is no need to save spiritual power any more. The spiritual power flowing from the body gushes out. It rushes fiercely among the meridians and absorbs the Dharma. The power of the Sanskrit holy body is stronger and stronger. There is no light golden aura around the body. Finally, it is as bright as a layer of glass.

Feeling the rising momentum of Zhao Jiuge and the sudden improvement of his spiritual power, the jade white stone slab on the ladder seems to be angry and full of attraction. Zhao Jiuge only feels that the spiritual power in operation seems to be pulled out by the stone slab.

"Ouch."

A burst of majestic dragon chant suddenly sounded. The Jinwen Youlong, who had been lurking in his body for many days, felt the oppression around him, opened his eyes angrily, and soared in Zhao Jiuge's body with the angry color of being provoked.

It completely released the power of the Sanskrit holy body. Although the spiritual power is constantly passing away, there is no sense of oppression. The Golden Dragon in the body seems to be competing with the strange white jade slab at the moment. You and I are fighting for each other.

The whole body was relaxed, there was no sense of oppression, but the body was still full of soreness. Just now, the body was crackling, because the sense of oppression became more and more violent with the rise of the number of stairs.

Just at this time, Zhao Jiuge's whole body and mind was focused on the front, and did not notice the changes on his body.

At the moment, Zhao Jiuge's whole body was shrouded in the middle of a Laughing Buddha, and a faint light and shadow was sitting around his body. The Laughing Buddha sitting in the Dantian after formally practicing the Buddhist Scripture was full of peace and holy light.This makes the people around are surprised, this kind of prestige is even more domineering than Mu Zijun's vast flying sky!

"Martial uncle, what kind of resolution is this? It's very powerful, but I haven't seen it." Wu Tianshan's face was shocked, and his words were full of wonder. He asked the Xuantian Shura beside him.

When Xuantian Shura heard the speech, his cold face was full of contemplation, and his eyes were dignified. He looked at Zhao Jiuge's figure, and both eyes were radiant.

"I don't know. The Chinese dynasty has a vast territory and abundant resources. There are always some supernatural talents who have created some mysterious resolutions. I haven't seen this one either. It seems that I have lost sight this time. Let's have a look." Xuantian Xiuluo saw Zhao Jiuge at the moment, and then came to be interested, and looked at Zhao Jiuge with expectation.

At this time, Zhao Lianzhi's feet are shocked to see Zhao Lianzhi's feet on the road, and they are shocked by the speed of Zhao Lianzhi.

"Who is this man? How did the speed rise so quickly?"

"Oh, my God, is this still a disciple who has just entered the trial? It is so powerful."

"Wow, how handsome."

"Even more than the momentum of Bai Zimo and Mu Zijun."

For a time, Zhao Jiuge's popularity was unmatched. Even those teenagers who had been unable to move and were constrained by the oppression of the ladder, did not care about the pain of their own bones. Instead, they worshipped Zhao Jiuge and looked at Zhao Jiuge's back in surprise.

Bai Zimo felt something wrong behind him. When he looked back, he saw Zhao Jiuge's crazy appearance. His face changed greatly. He had to follow Mu Zijun in a hurry. If he didn't speed up, he would be overtaken by Zhao Jiuge. He quickly shook his hands and printed his fingerprints. The white light around his body immediately shocked and flashed the same extraordinary aura.

No longer in the mood to look at the movement behind him, just looking forward to their own efforts, at this time, Bai Zimo's heart has only one idea, that is, he must enter Xuantian Jianmen with the first identity!

Looking at this scene, Mu Zijun was still on the surface, but he was shocked in his heart. He thought that with his talent and the internal resources of the curtain family, and with the decline of Xuantian Jianmen, he thought he could stand out from the crowd and enter Xuantian Jianmen steadily and become the first disciple of this generation However, there is a black horse, Zhao Jiuge!

What's more, Mu Zijun also clearly felt that the crowd behind him had a few breath which was no less than his own, but others had hidden it. He didn't want to show such a high profile. Thinking of this, Mu Zijun's face changed constantly. He marveled at how many capable people came out in this session. He stopped thinking about it. He tried his best to eat milk and continued to climb forward, but how could he pass over 600 layers of him Even if we use the family's Dharma decision and the spiritual power in the later stage of spiritual transformation, we all feel that we are going to fall and have some difficulties.

"Interesting."

The enchanting girl Li Wo gave a smile and said to herself.

Then the fiery figure and the white skin exposed to the outside turned lightly, and suddenly bursts of pink mist seemed to gush out, forming pieces of plum shaped objects around the girl's body, whirling and falling around the girl's body. With the operation of the spiritual power, it continuously ejected, whirled and fell, and so on.

Originally sexy and charming, she dressed up enchanting, with the pink haze of aura to set off, for a time appears particularly charming, let some teenagers behind her even swallow saliva.

After performing his own Dharma decision, he immediately turned into a shadow. He rushed forward a large part of it lightly and walked side by side with Zhao Jiuge. From time to time, he also turned his head to a large number of Zhao Jiuge.

A pair of beautiful eyes so staring at Zhao Jiuge, let Zhao Jiuge some blush, quite embarrassed.

Seeing Zhao Jiuge's delicate face showing a shy blush, the enchanting girl's tender smile repeatedly, the chest exposed half of the white tender ball shaking, as if to spray out the feeling, even Zhao Jiuge took advantage of her not paying attention to swallow the saliva.

Zhao Jiuge intends to speed up the speed, but found that no matter how fast, the enchanting girl seems to be glued to himself, always easy to follow their own pace speed, side by side, which makes Zhao Jiuge's heart shocked, thinking that this girl is no less than the strength of Bai Zimo and muzijun!

And enchanting girl seems to be full of curiosity to Zhao Jiuge, see Zhao Jiuge that look is not angry, still smile.

The time has come, and it's time to turn white hot. Most of the people have been stuck in the corresponding number of stairs. They can't move when they receive the sense of oppression. They just look like they are watching the performance of the several outstanding figures in front of them.

At this time, Mu Zijun's 675 floor, the whole person is also not graceful appearance, a pale face, obviously has used all his skills.

White ink 638 layers, a face of gnashing teeth, hair temples are stained with sweat on the forehead, tightly attached, a pair of eyes full of stubbornness, as if unwilling to go forward.

Zhao Jiuge and the enchanting girl have reached 600 floors, and they are walking side by side. One hundred floors change one by one. Just after reaching 600 floors, Zhao Jiuge's face changes obviously. He finds that even if the Sanskrit holy body is running, he feels a very obvious sense of oppression. He looks at the enchanting girl beside him with the light of the afterglow, as if nothing happened, and his face is as flat as water.