Journey to the West: At the beginning, Li Er was mistaken for his father

Shemale practice is very different.

The human race is born with a Taoist body, good at practice, and has special strengths in spells and magic weapon sacrifices.

And for most of the monster races who don't have high Taoism, the monster body that has been refined for hundreds of years is the strongest trump card.

Even enough to match the magic weapon without losing the wind.

The talisman ritual is practiced hard, but it is only practiced until the body and mind are united.

And how can it compare to the innate body that can do whatever it wants.

What's more, the monster's scales, armor and minions are originally good materials for refining magic weapons.

This point, even if the black robe worshiped under the Wutian sect and practiced a whole body of superb Taoism, it cannot be exempted.

Raising his head and roaring, the black robe punched out.

Instead of going straight, it bends and snakes like a snake.

But its lethality is incomparably astonishing.

Even the space vibrates faintly.

Similar to the sword cultivator's "one sword breaks ten thousand spells", the fist of the black robe is also a bit of the ultimate dream of those who use martial arts to enter the Tao.

It's not just the so-called brute force.

Whether it is a demon or an immortal, one can cultivate to this point.

The black robe may be cruel and bloodthirsty by nature, but his talent in cultivation is absolutely beyond doubt.

Accompanied by this punch, the snake scales regenerated and changed on its body as solid as black iron, and lines in the shape of black lotus appeared out of thin air.

The black air permeated the fist of the black robe, adding an extra layer of mystery to this mighty and domineering punch.

Although due to his natural talent, the black robe could not really practice Hinayana magic and inherit Wutian's mantle.

However, he has followed Wutian for many years, and he has figured out some other ways to promote Hinayana magic in disguise.

Using the primordial spirit black lotus to stimulate oneself to expel mana is just a small trick.

This is the real trump card of the black robe.

He has absolute self-confidence, even if he is like Yang Jian who has perfected the Eighty-Nine Mysterious Arts.

Or the Monkey King who swallowed immortal wine, panacea, and flat peaches, and forged into an indestructible body of King Kong under the action of civil and military fire in the Eight Diagrams Furnace.

Maybe he could resist this punch abruptly.

But he must also be affected by the Hinayana magic power wrapped in his fist.

Although he knew that Li Xiudao was the one in Wutianxiang, Heipao still wanted to try to see if he was qualified to be right with him and climb above him.

The distance of tens or hundreds of feet is only a distance, and the cultivation base of the black robe is only the time of one thought.

With a flash of his figure, he had already appeared in front of Li Xiudao.

At this time, the cloak he released before has not been fully unfolded.

Across the black cloud formed by the cloak, the black robe's fist was fiercely printed from the side.

A smile gradually appeared on Heipao's face.

However, his complacent look didn't last long.

"Break it for me!"

Li Xiudao's indifferent voice sounded.

After that, the light suddenly returned to the eyes.

The black cloud that permeated for a hundred miles actually split open in the middle.

It wasn't until then that the sound of thunder and thunder began to resound, resounding around Chang'an.

Sword Qi and Thunder Sound!

The sword light is in the front, and Lei Yin is behind, which means that Li Xiudao's sword is faster than the speed of sound, and it is only with this prestige that he can split the atmosphere.

Whether it is sword energy and thunder sound, or refining sword into silk, it is the foundation for sword repair to break all spells with one sword.

And Guan Li Xiudao's knife seems to have increased the speed of the knife to more than [-] times the speed of sound, and it has such a reputation just now.

The white tiger's seven kills are divided into seven types of saber intent.

What Li Xiudao is performing now is the first form of Zhou Guang.

Heaven and earth are dark yellow, the universe is prehistoric.

Everything in the world is in the universe.

Yu Zhe, space also.

Cosmos, time also.

And the fastest in the world is nothing faster than light, so the cosmic light is used to represent the flow of time.

And the essence of Zhou Guang's first formula lies in the word speed.

If the white tiger's seven kills are practiced to the extreme, the speed of the knife will naturally rise to the extreme in the world - the speed of light, so that time can be reversed, and the absolute sense of the last come first.

Even if Tathagata and Wutian faced such a knife, they could only drink their hatred on the spot.

Although Li Xiudao couldn't just move ten times the speed of light with two swords at the moment, it was enough to deal with the black robe.

The most important thing is that the world can't keep it.

Between heaven and earth, nothing can kill time.

Nothing compares to the baptism of time.

As soon as Zhou Guang came out, Heipao was shocked.

Inexplicably, there was a feeling of being invincible and retreating.

It represented Li Xiudao's knife, which seemed to represent the general trend of the world, and had the possibility of truly threatening his life.

Different from other magical powers, the most important thing in this kind of martial art is to have a firm belief and to be in harmony with one's spirit.

Once he lacks self-confidence, his fist will immediately vent, and his aura is not as solid as before.

"not good!"

Heipao is also a big expert in this field.

I don't know where the masters will play against each other, but it's just a matter of thought.

If he retreated at this time, he would really be defeated by Li Xiudao.

The black robe bit the tip of his tongue forcefully, taking advantage of the pain that pierced his soul, he forcibly pulled himself together, gathered his martial arts thoughts, and continued to punch forward.

The black robe yelled angrily, his whole body was completely enveloped by thick black energy.

One vertical and one horizontal, crossed in front of the chest to form a cross, and the black robe temporarily changed its moves, turning the offensive into a defensive posture more easily.

The flow of air is like a big river hitting the bank, rolling endlessly.

At the juncture of life and death, the black-robed fist finally made a great progress and made a further step.

However, it didn't work.

The light of the knife is just a line, but as soon as the black-robed party came into contact with it, the flesh on both arms was cut by the opportunity to form a deep gully with visible bottom.

The dripping blood splashed down, but before it hit the ground, it was already shattered by the unstoppable light of the knife into tiny droplets that were no longer visible to the naked eye.

Then evaporate into the invisible.

The black robe retreated a hundred feet, but still did not stop. After a short pause, he retreated again.

In this way, after stopping three times in a row, the black robe finally completely dissipated the momentum in the saber light.

But at this time, his situation has become extremely miserable.

Both arms were cut off by the light of the knife, and a huge scar was pulled on the front of the body, from the left shoulder to the right waist.

As soon as the mana of the black robe turned, black air lingered.

Visible to the naked eye, the large and small wounds on his body healed rapidly.

Even the severed arms were regenerated.

In just a few breaths, the black robe has completely recovered, but the breath is slightly lower than before.

Although it is not that Heipao has never practiced eight or nine profound arts, but as a great demon for many years, he naturally has his own unknown means.

As long as the mana is not completely exhausted, he can activate the supernatural power of the immortal body.

So as to recover quickly and ensure that the combat power is always at its peak.

But there was no trace of complacency on his face, and he stared closely at Li Xiudao.

The resentment in his eyes was clearly visible, without any concealment.

But more serious than resentment is confusion.

He couldn't believe that Li Xiudao, who had only practiced for a few years, could really defeat him.