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Text Chapter 41: Flying Hong Lingfeng crosses this body, flying swallows skim across the water without leaving a trace

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    Zhao Jiang, who was dressed in crimson, vomited blood in front of his eyes. Zhao Qiang felt cold in his heart. Under the excitement, eight light red dragon shadows came out of his body, wrapped around him, and flew around.  Whoosh!  Two dragon shadows flew out, grabbed Zhao Jiang and Zhao Dang respectively, and took them to the side.  "You will die if you commit rebellion!" Zhao Ba's face was gloomy, and the golden ring sword in his hand burst out with a light yellow light, turned into a long light sword, and chopped it off at the head of Zhao Qiang.  The light knife tore through the space like it was splitting the sky and the earth, and appeared in front of Zhao Qiang in just a flash.  Endless coercion mixed with endless ferocity comes together with extreme danger.  Instantly, a chill penetrated my bones.  Zhao Qiang¡¯s pupils shrank, and the hair all over his body exploded.  The golden ring sword is Zhao Ba¡¯s natal magic weapon.  When a warrior enters the light yellow realm, his natal magic weapon can turn from virtual to real, and he can fight against the enemy with incredible miraculous effects.  The natal divine weapon is originally a spiritual body of nothingness, just like the human soul.  However, practitioners who use special methods and special resources to forge and practice can gradually move from nothingness to reality.  In the light red realm, the natal magic weapon is just a shadow. Not only can it not assist in killing the enemy, it also consumes the cultivator's energy to keep warm.  In the Crimson Realm, the natal magic weapon also needs to be warmed and nourished, but it will gradually solidify and become like the real thing, but it still cannot be used for combat.  In the light orange realm, the natal magic weapon has changed from virtual reality to reality, but it can only float above the head. It cannot be controlled at will, nor can it be used in combat. It still needs to be slowly warmed up.  In the deep orange realm, the natal magic weapon can be converged, hidden, and held in the hand to fight and defend against the enemy. It can be used freely and has various wonderful uses.  In the light red realm, the natal magic weapon is virtual; in the dark red and light orange realm, it is virtual reality; only in the dark orange realm can it be used in actual combat. ???????????????? In the realms after Ruoru Huang level, various abilities will arise as the realm increases. You can control magical weapons in the air and kill enemies thousands of miles away; you can control soldiers and fly thousands of miles in an instant.  At this time, Zhao Ba was in the light yellow one-leaf realm. He held the divine weapon in his hand, which was more powerful than ordinary weapons. When he struck with a sword, the energy was released and condensed into a sword. Under the pressure of the momentum, Zhao Qiang suddenly felt suffocated.  The combat power of Zhao Ba is much higher than that of Zhao Qiang, and he acts unscrupulously and kills people whenever he wants. This sword strike makes Zhao Qiang unable to avoid it.  The aura and coercion also forced Zhao Qiang to breathe.  Zhao Shan and Zhao Han changed their colors at the same time, even if they wanted to save them, they were unable to do so.  The rest of the people were secretly frightened, fearful of Zhao Ba's ferocity, and suddenly fell silent.  Only Zhao Xiong was very happy to see that Zhao Qiang was about to die by the sword.  Before the threat of death, Zhao Qiang was highly nervous. His eyes were fixed on the sword light without blinking In a daze, the scene in his eyes changed. The movement of the sword light actually slowed down, and the movement of everything was traceable.  follow.  The sound of rushing water was faint in his ears, and under the blow of an inexplicable force, Zhao Qiang realized that his soul and spirit were integrated with the world. The wind, grass, and wooden leaves were clearly visible in his mind, and even the things that were originally indiscernible  The light of the sword is also clearly perceptible.  When the sword came to his head, a few strands of hair in front of Zhao Qiang's forehead suddenly broke and slipped A thin line of blood also appeared on Zhao Qiang's forehead.  But Zhao Qiang was not afraid. He fell into a strange state physically and mentally, but his mind moved slightly, and his figure drifted out as if being blown by the wind, drifting aside.  The light of the sword fell against Zhao Qiang's body, cutting into the ground silently and sinking deeply into it.  A long crack extended from Zhao Qiang's side, stretching towards the horizon.  Zhao Ba¡¯s sword was so powerful.  But Zhao Qiang is no longer covered by the knife marks.  At the critical moment, he successfully dodged and escaped the clutches of death.  Even so, there were still a few drops of blood seeping out from the blood line on his forehead.  However, the sharpness of the sword energy finally cut through the skin of Zhao Qiang's forehead.  But that's all, it didn't put Zhao Qiang's life in danger.  The body's regenerative ability by practicing Nine Dragons Shaking Heaven Fist is extremely strong. Such minor injuries can be healed automatically without the power of the Dragon Balls.  Boom!  A large amount of mud suddenly rose into the sky along the knife marks, roaring into the sky, forming an astonishing mud wall.  The violent force surged in all directions, pushing everyone nearby to stagger.  The unique shape of Zhao Qiang is like a butterfly spreading its wings, like the feathers of the wind, moving with the wind, light and effortless.  Although the storm was fierce, it could not hurt him at all.  Until then, Zhao Ba struck out with his sword, originally intending to kill Zhao Qiang immediately, but Zhao Qiang unexpectedly avoided his violent blow with ease.  Zhao Ba¡¯s expression turned cold, with half anger and half shock in his eyes.  He is in the realm of light yellow and is also a caster.?The attack by the natal divine weapon is so powerful that even a strong person of the same level will be seriously injured.  Zhao Qiang only broke a few hairs without pain. How did he do it?  Zhao Ba was shocked in his heart, but his face became more gloomy, and he stared at Zhao Qiang with ferocious eyes.  A warrior in the light red realm actually escaped from his sword, which made Zhao Ba's face dull and his murderous intention increased.  ¡°Death!¡± Zhao Ba shouted sternly, the muscles on his thick arms bulged, and he quickly swung the golden ring knife, slashing at Zhao Qiang with a series of sword rays.  Boom boom boom boom!  A series of knife marks appeared on the ground, and a series of mud burst out, intersecting to form a square maze.  Zhao Ba swung his sword so fast that his arm left a series of afterimages in the air. The light of the sword was so fierce that it changed the color of the sun, the moon, the wind and the clouds, and the color of everyone around him.  However, Zhao Qiang is still alive.  His figure is erratic, as if riding on the wind to control the wind, becoming an immortal, coming and going without leaving any trace.  "The artistic conception of martial arts?" On the back of the giant eagle, Zhao Tian was also frightened: "This Zhao Qiang is just a small light red eight-leaf warrior, how can he realize the artistic conception of martial arts?" Zhao Tian can't understand!  The artistic conception of martial arts is something mysterious and unusual. It is different from the tangible combat skills and techniques. It has always been elusive. According to legend, only warriors who have entered the green level realm are qualified to understand it.  "But Zhao Qiang's body is like the wind, bridging the sky and the earth, and it is like skimming water without leaving a trace when walking. It is clearly the artistic conception of martial arts in the legend.  "How is this possible?" Zhao Xiong's eyes widened. He couldn't believe it.  In Zhao Xiong¡¯s heart, his eldest brother Zhao Ba is so powerful that he can cut Zhao¡¯s head in half with just one knife.  Who would have thought that although Zhao Ba¡¯s attack was fierce, it couldn¡¯t even touch Zhao Qiang¡¯s clothes.  No matter how sharp or violent the attack is, it cannot hurt anyone unless it reaches the body!  "Is the eldest brother playing cat and mouse?" Zhao Xiong couldn't help but think.  Others also had different thoughts and varied expressions.  "Quick, quick, kill, kill him!" Zhao Xiong saw that Zhao Ba was beaten so hard, but Zhao Qian was still at ease, and he couldn't help shouting crazily.  "Don't make any noise!" Zhao Tian said in a deep voice, "Don't disturb your big brother!" Zhao Tian had already seen that something was wrong. Zhao Qiang's figure was so proficient that he was almost at the top of his game. It was definitely not something that Zhao Ba's attack could capture.  "Is this really the artistic conception of martial arts?" Zhao Tian frowned and felt heavy in his heart.
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