Meng Yan clenched his fists, he naturally saw that Rong Kaixuan was in danger, and the blood all over his body couldn't help churning, and he just wanted to make a move immediately. However, the voice of the old man Quenching Star came from his ears again, and he couldn't act rashly.

The teacher's teaching grace for more than ten years has left an indelible lofty position and influence in his heart, so although he gritted his teeth and his body trembled slightly, his feet were still firmly grasped on the ground like the roots of an old tree.

Rong Kaixuan's eyes widened, and a powerful sense of crisis suddenly surged into his heart. At this moment, he seemed to see death coming. The palm that broke through the barrier of the sword light and was about to come to his chest was like the palm of death beckoning to him.

In an instant, Rong Kaixuan's spirit rose again, this is a kind of breakthrough after reaching the peak, and he climbed the rock again at the highest place......

Everything in the eyes, everything in the ears, seemed to be gone.

In his shijie, only this fatal palm remains.

The true qi in his body exploded violently, surging up like a wave, his dantian and his meridians swelled, and the true qi flowing in it was violent and fierce.

It seemed that at this moment, his true qi broke through the stagnation in the realm and reached a new realm.

At the same time, the scene of zuihou in the wind tunnel bloomed again.

"Smack......

The nodes in the void burst abruptly, from one to two, two to four, four to eight.

The shijie in front of him seemed to become more refined at this moment, allowing him to see the essence of liliang.

With a pause in his feet, Rong Kaixuan's body seemed to become stiff and sluggish, and he seemed to be exhausted, and Liliang, who had no more resistance, was about to be killed by Zhang Heng.

However, just when Zhang Heng sneered, Wang Xiaoxiao and the others exclaimed and shouted. The long sword in Rong Kaixuan's hand suddenly burst out.

In just an instant, the long sword bloomed with unprecedented light.

This is an endless sword, an infinite liliang.

The quenching star sword technique was instantly used to the extreme by Rong Kaixuan.

"Ding......

A loud deafening sound exploded in everyone's ears, and the sound lingered, as if it echoed in the valley.

In fact, at this moment, Rong Kaixuan had already stabbed out hundreds of swords.

Each of his swords was pierced at a node.

When there were only more than ten of these nodes, Yi Rong's triumphant division-level true qi was naturally unshakable. However, when the number of nodes reaches a hundred. Even when it was hundreds, the true qi of the early division-level powerhouse was enough to easily break it.

Rong Triumphant's Quenching Star Sword Technique instantly stabbed out a hundred swords, each sword piercing on the most delicate weakness of that claw.

After a hundred swords, Zhang Heng's momentum sank vigorously, as if it was Mount Tai's top of the mountain, and his inevitable blow was suddenly shattered.

"Ahh ”

Zhang Hengwei screamed and flew away. He stared at his palms in disbelief with a pair of bull's eyes.

His arm trembled slightly, blood was dripping on it, and the palm that was full of innate level true gang qi was actually punctured and scratched by Rong Kaixuan.

Although this wound is not fatal. But the sword had carved a huge gap in his self-confidence.

The innate level powerhouse, at the moment when he had an absolute advantage and was about to win, was actually stabbed by a division-level cultivator who turned defeat into victory.

And what's even more terrifying. This master-level cultivator is not at the peak, he is just a junior who has just entered the master-level level.

"You, you ......" Zhang Heng pointed at Rong Kaixuan from afar, and said in disbelief: "How did you do it?"

Rong Kaixuan haha smiled. At this time, he was quite embarrassed, the long sword in his hand was stuck in front of him, and he held the hilt of the sword at the age of one. Panting heavily, his body swayed gently, and it seemed that even Liliang who was standing alone had been lost. However, there was an incomparable excitement in his eyes, and there was an indescribable color in that laughter.

"How did I do it, you...... Do you deserve to know?"

If it were normal times, when facing an innate powerhouse, Rong Kaixuan would definitely not be so arrogant and provoke hatred.

However, Zhang Heng had already made a killing move, and the powerful killing intent like essence could definitely not be concealed from Rong Kaixuan. For those who want to kill him, he will definitely not show any mercy.

Zhang Heng's eyes flashed with a fierce light, and he said coldly: "Do you think it is great to be promoted to a mid-stage martial artist?" Hmph, the old man can kill you just as well." ”

Rong Kaixuan is only a hundred swords in an instant, although each sword is only the liliang of the peak of the early martial arts. However, no matter how powerful an early martial artist is, he can't always maintain his power above this height in the entire hundred swords. Therefore, the only explanation is that Rong Kaixuan has broken through the early stage and advanced to a mid-stage martial artist.

Although in front of Zhang Heng, there is no difference between the early and middle stage martial artists, and it is simply incredible to be able to resist that fatal blow, but this is at least an excuse to make Zhang Heng step down.

This kind of instant breakthrough at the moment of life and death is not common.

With a wipe of his hands, Zhang Heng's body was full of anger, and he was about to strike again.

However, at this moment, his movements were suddenly stiff, and although he was facing Rong Kaixuan, his momentum had changed dramatically.

"Click, click, click. ”

A heavy, drum-like footsteps suddenly rang out in the crowd.

Everyone turned their heads in surprise, and then involuntarily stepped back, making way for them.

Meng Yan, the Tiger of Free City, took a big step and walked towards Rong Triumphantly.

Although he was only a human weighing no more than two hundred pounds, every step he took made a huge footstep that seemed to be like a roar.

No one knows how he did it, and it seems that every step he takes is a thousand things at this point.

Anger.

Meng Yan's eyes contained incomparable anger.

He finally couldn't bear it anymore.

Even if the old man has not yet spoken, even if the teacher still wants to see what the limit of Rong Kaixuan is, he can't bear it anymore.

Every time he took a step, his anger would churn violently in his heart, and every time he walked, he released not only his true qi power, but also the monstrous anger that was about to erupt in his heart.

In front of Lao Tzu, you dare to kill Triumph. Is...... Look for death!

The powerful anger turned into a terrifying wave of rage that permeated the entire area.

Everyone standing here clearly sensed this killing intent that could not be ignored, although they were not Zhang Heng, what they felt was just a trace of aftermath, but they were still frightened and difficult to control.

Yu Yide's face turned pale, and his eyes were full of fear when he looked at Meng Yan, although he had long known that Meng Yan was not easy to provoke, although he had just been promoted to the innate not long ago, but the fame of the Tiger of Free City was great. It's not easy.

However, he never imagined that this angry tiger could possess such a terrifying, almost suffocating aura.

The old man raised his eyebrows slightly, and let out a sigh that was half regret and half appreciation.

Meng Yan's shot was beyond his expectations, so that he couldn't see where Rong Kaixuan could play to the limit, which was quite a pity. However, Meng Yan's bloodiness made the old man Quenxing quite proud.

This awesome lad. is worthy of being the heir he values the most, and he has a bit of the old man's spirit.

The old man stroked his long beard lightly, and a faint smile tugged at the corner of his mouth, which was a kind of joy for his successor. Let him be filled with joy.

In the distance of the crowd, a middle-aged man who looked ordinary and looked like a farmer also nodded slowly. It is really a blessing to be able to accept these two junior disciples.

Meng Yan took a heavy step and came to Rong Kaixuan's side. He said slowly: "Senior brother, you have behaved well enough, leave the rest to me." ”

Rong Kaixuan's heart was relieved. Meng Yan's appearance was like a heavy mountain, which made him completely relieved.

"Yes, brother. ”

Rong Kaixuan drew his sword and retreated, although his steps were a little fluttering, as if he was unsteady on his feet, but his body was full of a vigorous Xiangshang vitality.

Rong Kaihua stepped forward quickly and held him up.

The two brothers glanced at each other, but there was a hint of pride in the depths of their eyes.

Mid-level martial artists, in the face of an innate powerhouse's all-out killing moves, not only can they be intact, but also able to force the opponent back with one move, and lightly injure the opponent, this kind of record is enough to make them proud.

Wang Xiaoxiao took a step forward and raised her hand.

A ray of milky white light suddenly enveloped Rong Kaixuan's body, and only a moment later, Rong Kaixuan's pale face became red.

"Healing spells?"

"Oh my God, it's a healing spell. ”

The spectators suddenly exploded with a bang, and everyone looked at Wang Xiaoxiao with a burning feeling in their eyes.

The number of healing spirit masters is extremely rare, and each one of them is the target of the major shili scrambling to recruit.

Not only that, but there is also a tacit agreement between the major shili, that is, not to use killers on spirits who have healing spells.

Because on this continent, human beings are not masters in the absolute sense.

In the vast expanse of land west of Liberty City, there is an even larger group of spirit beasts.

They possess terrifying powers that will make the entire human empire tremble, and once the most tragic racial war breaks out between the two sides, the status of the healer becomes crucial.

For a while, everyone's eyes on Rong Kaixuan and the others were a little different again.

Rong Kaixuan, a young powerhouse recognized by the Tiger of Free City, actually forced the innate powerhouse to retreat as a martial artist. He has proven his potential and worth with his actions.

And beside him, there is actually a spirit who knows how to heal spells, which is even more surprising and enviable.

Zhang Heng looked at Wang Xiaoxiao and Meng Yan opposite with a pale face.

He sensed the undisguised fierce killing intent on Meng Yan's body, pursed his lips lightly, and said in a deep voice: "Brother Meng, this is a misunderstanding, you and I don't have to be like this." ”

Meng Yan smiled proudly and said, "Misunderstanding a fart, look at the sword!" With a flick of his wrist, a cold light suddenly bloomed.

He held the spirit sword in his hand, like a magnificent god of war, and strode towards Zhang Heng in a dignified manner. (To be continued......)