The Pinnacle of Martial Arts Cultivation

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After exhaling a long breath, Chen Fan looked down at the wound on his chest. The pain in his heart continued to erode his nerves, making him grin unconsciously.

At the last moment of the previous match, Chen Fan finally won the frontal confrontation with Tu Yong by relying on the advantage of Dugu Yijian, and cut the opponent with one sword.

But also because of this, Chen Fan was seriously injured.

The martial arts that Tu Yong displayed at the last moment were induced by Chen Fan, and should be of the same quality as Duguyijian, and should be the best yellow grade.

That is to say, the fight between Guwu and martial arts of the same level must be the victory of Guwu.

But there is no absolute in the world. If Tu Yong's martial arts reach the mysterious level, or even higher quality, Chen Fan will undoubtedly lose.

This is not to say that the ancient martial arts are not strong enough, it can only be said that Chen Fan has not found the martial arts secrets that can carry the powerful ancient martial arts.

Today’s battle is equivalent to a wake-up call for Chen Fan, telling him that this world is far bigger than Chen Fan imagined. There are still masters who can easily take his life!

If you want to make your future life better, you can only become stronger at all costs!

After swallowing a few pills and calming down, Chen Fan learned the lesson that had attracted the blue-eyed black lion before, and after a simple search, after not finding any good things, he blasted the ground out of a huge pit with his remaining power and blasted the corpse. Buried.

After doing all this, Chen Fan escaped into the depths of the jungle, but he did not know that the news of Tu Yong's death had already spread to the Ximen residence!

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"Snapped!"

In a magnificent hall, the best official kiln blue and white porcelain vases were torn apart on the ground, some fragments even cut the cheeks of the maidservant who was kneeling on the ground tremblingly.

But the maid didn't dare to make the slightest noise, she didn't even dare to move, letting the blood slide down her cheeks, gradually forming a blood puddle on the ground.

"Zhuzi is so courageous, I dare to kill my dead captain!"

Simon's anger at this time was almost full of anger, like an angry lion, which was daunting.

"Father, I don't think that Tu Yong was necessarily killed by Chen Fan. No matter how strong he is, he can't kill a half-step martial artist. I think Tu Yong was ambushed by a monster. Or send another group of people. Go and kill."

Because of the family law, Xi Menyu, who had not recovered from his injuries, said with a grin, but even so, the hatred for Chen Fan could be seen in his eyes.

"Bastard!" Upon hearing this, Simon's anger that could have been suppressed suddenly burst out, and he directly grabbed his son by the collar, lifted it up in the air and said, "You know how much I trained a dead soldier. Isn't it easy? If they are all dead, would you replace them!"

Seeing Simon Yu's trembling look, Simon's angry eyes were extremely cold, and he threw it to the ground with a bang, cursing waste.

And Ximen Yunian dared not make the slightest movement towards his father who was furious, so he could only lie on the ground and dare not look up.

After a long time, Simon's anger subsided a lot, and he waved his hand and summoned a man dressed as a housekeeper.

After pondering for a long time, Ximen said to the steward in anger, “Isn’t he a spiritual explorer? Didn’t he want the heavenly book? Go and take out the rubbing copy of the heavenly book map, print out 10,000 copies for me, and send them one by one in Xuanjing. Within one day, I want the whole city to know where the heavenly book is!"

The steward took the order and left, this door glared hollowly towards the direction of the monster desert, muttering to himself.

"Chen Fan, the old man will let you know that even if you give up the map of the book of heaven, my Simon family will never make you feel better. Prepare to bear the old man's anger!"