A dark villain came to Jinting Bulaoxiang

Dang! The two swords pierced his hard fingers at the same time. The two looked at each other - the weakness was here.

The Imperial Master flicked his finger, and a powerful force sent the two flying away. Then he aimed his palm at the two flying bodies and launched a powerful vortex: "Perish! You overestimate your own abilities!"

Xiao Sizha and Sikong Yan were delighted, thinking they had found the Imperial Master's weakness, but their thoughts were instantly bounced away, and they felt disappointed.

At the moment of flying backwards in the air, various countermeasures flashed through his mind rapidly, but facing the powerful strength of the National Master, he felt extremely powerless.

The national teacher quickly completed the evil method of accelerating growth. His body instantly grew to nearly two meters in size, like a towering mountain, emitting a terrifying sense of oppression.

His unkempt hair was as thick as rough hemp ropes, and like a dancing black python, each strand standing straight up and fluttering in the wind. His arms were like extremely thick elephant legs, and more like solid stone pillars, with muscles knotted and bulging like huge stones, full of explosive power.

Each muscle seemed to be carved from incomparably hard rock, and trembled slightly with his movements, as if there was a thousand pounds of strength contained in it, as if a light wave could destroy a city. His fingers were as thick as huge sticks, and his nails were as sharp as blades, flashing with a cold light, just like a magical weapon that could easily cut through hard steel.

His legs were like the huge pillars in the Jinxinluan Hall, extremely solid and like giant pillars that could support the sky. Every time he stepped on the ground, the entire Qitian Xiaohan Palace would shake violently. The stone slabs on the ground shattered under his steps, raising a cloud of dust. The scene was like the end of the world.

The national teacher grinned grimly, and that smile was full of madness and cruelty. The upward curve of the corners of his mouth was like a devil's smile, revealing a mouthful of white teeth that flashed strangely in the dim light, like the fangs of a hungry beast.

He roared wildly, his voice was as deafening as thunder, and the entire Qitian Xiaohan Palace was shaking in his roar, like the sea ravaged by a strong wind. His eyes were red like burning flames, emitting a crazy and evil light, as if he wanted to burn everything in the world to ashes, and like two blazing fireballs, people dared not look directly at them.

"Hahaha, I'm invincible! I am the supreme ruler of the world, and I am the only one who can be supreme! Why don't you just surrender to me quickly, or I will spare your lives!"

The national teacher's eyes were wide open with a crazy light flashing in them. He stomped his feet suddenly, and the ground instantly cracked. Countless pieces of gravel flew up like bullets and shot in all directions.

Everyone was bounced ten feet high by the powerful impact. Some people opened their eyes wide in horror, with looks of despair on their faces, like ants whose doomsday had come; some people waved their arms wildly in the air, trying to grab something to steady their bodies, like fallen leaves struggling in the wind; some people screamed in fear, and their voices echoed in the air, like the shrill howling of ghosts and wolves.

The numerous soldiers who surrounded him were shaken to pieces by the sudden shock. Some soldiers widened their eyes in fear, and the weapons in their hands fell to the ground, making a crisp sound like the sound of a broken heart; some soldiers were knocked to the ground, groaning in pain, with a trace of blood flowing from the corner of their mouth, just like a withered flower; and some soldiers tried to reorganize the formation, but were at a loss in the chaotic scene, with confusion and fear on their faces, like lambs lost in a dark forest.

The Imperial Master was extremely proud. He looked up and laughed wildly, his laughter shaking the earth. His arrogant attitude seemed to have the whole world under his control. He opened his arms, feeling his own great power, with an intoxicated look on his face, like a hegemon who had conquered the world. His huge body cast a huge shadow in the sun, like an unshakable mountain, or a darkness that could swallow everything.

Sikong Yan frowned, his face full of solemnity. His eyes were firm and sharp, like two sharp swords, staring straight at the imperial teacher. He shouted loudly: "All soldiers, listen to my orders, retreat quickly, you are no match for us, it's dangerous! Hide quickly! Leave this to us!" The more people there are, the more disadvantageous it is.

The soldiers fled away, their faces full of fear and anxiety, but at the same time they were full of trust in Sikong Yan, believing that he would definitely find a solution. Some of them ran in panic, stumbling; some looked back, eyes full of worry; others supported each other and fled from this dangerous place.

Xiao Sizhe flew over like a light butterfly, her long hair fluttering in the wind like a black waterfall.

He hugged Sikong Yan tightly, his eyes full of anxiety and worry. "Brother Yan, didn't we collect a secret manual of absorption and transformation before? Have you read it?"

"I read it and remembered it all. Maybe this is the nemesis of the method to improve my skills!" Sikong Yan was delighted, but then his mood dimmed again, "But I didn't practice it!"

"Now is the right time. Teach me and practice together! It's a good time to practice!"

Xiao Sizhe said firmly, his eyes flashing with determination. His cheeks flushed slightly, and his eyes were full of expectation.

"Okay!" Sikong Yan whispered into Xiao Sizhe's ears. Both of them were martial arts geniuses, and they could understand any kind of martial arts as soon as they heard it.

They quickly entered the state and began to practice the absorption and transformation technique. Their movements were light and smooth, like dancers dancing gracefully. Every movement was full of power and beauty, as if they were performing a wonderful dance.

The imperial teacher looked at his own power with great pride, as if he had already seen himself ascending the throne and ruling the world.

When he saw Sikong Yan and Xiao Sizhe performing the same movements as if they were dancing, he was full of disdain and sneered, "You are about to die, and you still have the mood to dance? Are you going to perish?"

After saying that, the Imperial Master waved his magic palm and gathered 50% of his strength in his palm. The powerful force rolled around the Imperial Master like a surging wave, carrying the momentum of destroying everything.

The air was filled with a strong pressure that made it hard to breathe. The wind was howling and the dust was flying all over the sky, as if the end of the world was approaching.

The Imperial Master's eyes widened, he shouted angrily, and suddenly slapped out with his palm. This palm was said to be able to destroy the heavens and the earth, and the palm wind whistled, sweeping over like a violent storm.

Xiao Sizhe and Sikong Yan looked solemn, and their movements were like the Tai Chi Splitting Palm. They shouted loudly, "Polarization!"

They were seen moving flexibly, and as their hands danced, microwaves appeared in their palms that were opposite to the vortex. The microwaves seemed weak, but they contained powerful force. When combined, they blocked the powerful skills of the national teacher and prevented him from moving forward at all.