Chapter 7 How Dare You Cross the Level!

Wang Qi pressed Lian Xinxin's shoulders, his knees drew an arc in the air, and hit Song Zhongqiao's face. At the same time, a faint murderous aura filled the air. These murderous auras are as solid as threads, and are inconspicuous at first glance, but upon closer inspection, you will find that the fierceness it displays is only one-tenth or one percent of the murderous aura itself.

Song Zhongqiao belongs to the group of people who have not sensed it. When he saw Wang Qi's knee bumping, he laughed ferociously, stretched out his hand to grab the knee and twist it hard. Spiritual light surged out of his body, and then turned into several dragon-like light ribbons, wrapping around his hands. He is an elite monk among the ancient magicians. He is not an ordinary person and has pretty good strength. The moment Wang Qi set off, he had already made a response.

In the later stage of Jin Dan versus the early stage of Jin Dan, he had enough reasons to be so confident.

"Boy, I said I won't use your hands and feet, play slowly... breaking one knee should not be broken, right?" At the moment of resisting, Song Zhongqiao had this thought in his mind. But before the thought came to an end, Wang Qi's knee crashed into his palm. A powerful force as sharp as a sword rushed into the Laogong point on his right hand. His protective Gang Qi collapsed at the first touch, and was thrown away layer by layer by the sword Qi like paper. The severe pain coming from the meridians of his hand made Song Zhongqiao's face change wildly, and he immediately unleashed all his strength. Countless sword energy shot out from the acupoints on his front and shot towards Wang Qi.

Wang Qi flicked his right leg in the air, making a sound like the air was exploding. This leg moved his robe down, sweeping away the hasty sword energy shot from the opponent.

Wang Qi landed firmly on his feet. Hold your hands in a circle and push outward. At this time, the strong murderous aura in him fully exploded. An invisible circle slowly spread out from his body. Anyone who was included in the circle felt dizzy, as if they were in a mountain of corpses and a sea of ​​blood, with an invisible long sword hanging above their heads. Point directly to the Baihui point on the top of your head.

The moment Wang Qi exerted his strength, his heart almost screamed. Fortunately, she still remembered that Wang Qi was a friendly force, so she was not so frightened that she lost her mind. She stepped away cleanly, giving Wang Qi enough space to perform.

Song Zhongqiao's right hand was trembling slightly and blood was flowing profusely. A wound penetrated his palm, separating the muscles and tendons. Go all the way down to your wrists and elbows. The terrifying murderous intent contained in that sword energy has not dissipated yet. Still stimulating Song Zhongqiao's arm. He just felt as if his meridians were about to break, and he couldn't lift them with his whole hand.

This hand is temporarily disabled. Song Zhongqiao had no chance to use the Luochen Sword Palace sword technique that he had mastered.

"I underestimate you..." Song Zhongqiao looked at Wang Qi, with a look of resentment on his honest face: "You can use your knees to use such a powerful sword energy without using a sword or even your hands, and the true meaning of martial arts has reached this point. To the extent that the sword energy seems to contain spiritual intelligence, it can break through my protective energy."

"I'm afraid of trouble. It's troublesome to kill fellow disciples here." Wang Qi lowered his voice and said, "Don't come to trouble me in the future."

After saying this, Wang Qi turned around and wanted to leave.

Song Zhongqiao sneered: "Humph! Do you think you will win now?"

Wang Qi turned around and analyzed calmly: "Your right hand is useless. Everyone is a swordsman. If you don't have a sword..."

"Then you just watch, and then...go to hell!" Song Zhongqiao looked ferocious, and suddenly lowered his left fist, then pointed at Wang Qi's chin and punched upward with all his strength: "Nine dragons and nine gods, Bixi bears the monument!"

"What..." This Song Zhongqiao was obviously making a sneak attack. This fist is so majestic and majestic, with the weight of the earth and the vastness of the ocean. The surrounding spiritual energy seemed to have heard the order and suddenly became violent. Wang Qi was also taken aback, and hurriedly folded his hands on his chest and pressed down hard. The moment the three hands collided together, Wang Qi, who was caught off guard, felt his wrists go numb and his whole body suddenly became lighter. Flying off the ground.

"Nine Dragons and Nine Gods Fist? This was once a martial art passed down by the Kunlun Immortal Sect!" Zhen Chanzi exclaimed: "Be careful, this Nine Dragons and Nine Gods Fist is the best martial arts practice in the world, capable of both offense and defense. , unique..."

"You can see that!" Wang Qi still had the energy to respond in his heart.

It's just a boxing technique...

Even if 99% of his methods are sealed, Wang Qi will not be afraid of him!

"Fighting?" Wang Qihu roared, and the fingers of both hands were put together to make a palm knife look. Then, he used his palm skills to use his sword skills, used his flesh palm to control the various subtle changes in the "Pian Xue Bu Stain Sword Technique", and pushed back hard.

Fist to palm, palm to fist. After all, Song Zhongqiao only had one hand left. Wang Qi used one hand to release his strength and the other to attack to interrupt the attack. He couldn't help but feel the pain and continued to shout: "Nine dragons and nine gods, mock the wind and explore the clouds!"

Suddenly, Song Zhongqiao's fist posture changed. It was no longer powerful and heavy as before, but high and dangerous. Every move was a dangerous move, and every move was necessary to attack the enemy.

Wang Qi seemed to be suppressed. He had to raise his fists to block the fists attacking his vital parts. The two fought faster and faster. Gradually, others could only see the afterimages of them, but no one could see their arms clearly. The fist shattered the atmosphere, and the palm knife split the sky. Just the blast caused by the fists and kicks made other spectators retreat repeatedly.

For a moment, the two of them were fighting evenly.

——Of course, this is only a superficial phenomenon.

This stalemate was just a temporary "experiment" by Wang Qi.

The "experimental" project is called "resumable download".

The so-called "resumable download" originally refers to a file transfer protocol on earth. It refers to the artificial division of the download or upload task into several parts, and each part uses a thread to upload or upload. When downloading, if you encounter a network failure, you can continue to upload and download the unfinished part starting from the part that has been uploaded or downloaded after troubleshooting.

In the past, when he poured the Divine Plague spell into others, he always poured it in at once. But now, in order to pretend to be the mysterious and true solution of the Great Freedom, most of his calculation power is occupied, and he can only use the simplest divine plague spell. Wang Qi noticed this phenomenon on the way here. Therefore, he came up with this method to avoid the embarrassment caused by his diminished computing power.

He can now pass the fight, transmitting only one instruction set at a time. These instruction sets have no effect at all before being assembled, but after being assembled, they can be turned into highly complex divine plague spells.

Every time Wang Qi's palm collided with Song Zhongqiao's fist, Wang Qi would send a small part of the command set into the front of his body.

In order to ensure the empirical effect, Wang Qi specially chose the "stalemate" situation!

Seeing that he could not attack for a long time, Song Zhongqiao became a little anxious. He used the exquisite moves in the Nine Dragons Nine God Fist continuously, one move after another, just like this, displayed in front of Wang Qi. At the same time, the whispers around him also reached Wang Qi's ears.

"Senior Brother Song is now stable! That little thief is only in the early stage of forming a pill. How can he survive beating him like this?"

"That Xia Li is really powerful... If Senior Brother Song hadn't had any adventures, I might not be able to defeat him..."

"Even if he is so talented, isn't he still no match for Senior Brother Song? This is the secret of luck!"

This gave Wang Qi a flash of doubt.

"Adventure? Where do these guys get their adventures?"

Can there be any adventures for them on this island they live on?

However, the doubts in his heart will not affect the moves in his hand. Wang Qi was probably annoyed by the fight, so he suddenly used a strange move. While he was slashing with his sword, the whirlpool formed by stirring the airflow with his palm actually rolled into a sword energy and shot towards Song Zhongqiao's face. This sword energy method is not directly inherited from Luochen Sword Palace, but another ancient method taught by Zhen Chanzi.

Song Zhongqiao didn't know that Wang Qi would use such a strange move, so he could only resist with his eyes closed to prevent his eyes from being blinded. The sword energy collided with his eyelids and made a crisp sound.

"This is not an effect that can be caused by Luochen Sword Palace's body-training techniques!"

Wang Qi used both hands to use the Sky-Splitting Clouds Sword Qi. His two hands created an effect that only four swords could produce. For a moment, he hit the opponent so hard that he couldn't even lift his head. Randomly, he let out a low drink, and the light all over his body surged, and then turned into gray and blood-colored light with murderous intent. Song Zhongqiao's heart tightened. He made a mistake in his hand that shouldn't have been made, and was hit by Wang Qi. The destructive sword energy slipped into the vital point, immediately making the golden elixir stage monk howl like a pig waiting to be killed.

Wang Qi kicked the opponent on the chest, sending Song Zhongqiao flying into the air. At the moment when the opponent's body was about to fly out but didn't, he raised his foot high and hit Song Zhongqiao like an iron whip. chest, pressing it to the ground.

"bump". After a muffled sound, the sound of bones breaking was heard from under Song Zhongqiao, and he himself vomited a mouthful of blood. Wang Qi looked at Song Zhongqiao condescendingly and sighed: "I hate trouble. Don't trouble me."

Song Zhongqiao's eyes flashed with resentment: "You actually... you actually... you dare to cross the line and hurt people... you... you must be a heretic! You actually... you actually practice heretic... I Tell you, you are dead, you are dead!”

Wang Qi said in his heart, "F*ck" and thought, "Why did I step up a level and hurt someone?" Hitting a golden elixir in the later stage is called transcending the level? Fortunately, she still remembered the identity she was playing. She sneered, rubbed her foot hard, and cursed in a low voice: "Trash..."

Song Zhongqiao's words did not intimidate Wang Qi, because Wang Qi was very sure that the battle he had just fought was not completely beyond the scope of ancient Fa Cultivator's knowledge. At most, those ancient practitioners thought he had good talent. Furthermore, this battle was under the observation of Zhen Shanzi from beginning to end. If it goes beyond the scope of knowledge of ancient law cultivators, wouldn't this ancient law expert give a warning?

However, these words almost frightened Lianxin to the point of peeing. She thought that this senior brother had seen the clues, and she almost had the urge to kneel down and tell everything. Fortunately, at this time, Wang Qi came over, bowed to Lian Xinxin, and said, "Senior Sister Lian, you are very familiar with the environment of this sect. Can you point out to me where to eat and where to practice?"

Even his mind nodded as if he had received an amnesty. (To be continued ~^~)

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