Chapter 63 Robbery and Killing

There is a gentle breeze outside the window. It has been getting hotter and hotter these days.

Li Qingxuan was standing in the courtyard practicing the divine elephant prison-suppressing power he had just obtained.

The Divine Elephant Prison Suppressing Strength is a very domineering technique.

This set of exercises integrates the true energy with the physical body, training every cell particle in the body, and continuously strengthening it.

The human body is composed of 840 million particles, and the power of the giant particles in the human body is unleashed to bring the body to a new level.

After the skill is completed, in the blink of an eye, the rivers and seas turn over, the clouds and rain turn over, a roar, the stars fall, and in an instant, everything is silent.

With Li Qingxuan's strength, he has just started, but even so, as he breathes, a large amount of surrounding air enters his belly, and then spits out, forming a strong wind.

This power is just the beginning, if it is fully achieved, its power will be unimaginable.

Li Qingxuan suddenly took a step forward.

"Boom!"

The stone slab beneath his feet immediately cracked.

The surrounding air made a sonic boom sound, the earth trembled and the air buzzed.

Li Qingxuan felt that he had incredible power in his body.

The next moment, he slashed forward with his palm.

"Boom!"

A strong wind stirred in the air, and a water tank three feet away shattered with a "click".

After it shattered, the water did not fall directly, but suddenly exploded under the force of the fist, forming water mist, which spread like a rain in the yard.

No less powerful than a killing sword.

Moreover, this uses pure physical power, and it will not be like a killing sword, which will deplete the true energy in the body.

Although the sharpness is not as good as the killing sword, the domineering level is even better.

The most important thing is a steady stream.

After getting started with the divine elephant's prison-suppressing power, Li Qingxuan did not stop. Instead, he sat down directly on a futon and took a realm-breaking pill to start exercising.

When he was practicing the Divine Elephant Prison-Suppressing Power just now, he felt that the true energy in his body was about to move, and he knew that the opportunity for a breakthrough was coming.

Half an hour later, Li Qingxuan rushed out of his yard in a panic and came to the small bridge below.

He took off his shirt and suddenly jumped into the river.

At the eighth level of martial arts, the I Ching cleanses the marrow, expelling impurities from the body and causing a terrible odor.

At this time, a delicate woman who had just passed by the bridge covered her mouth, then secretly glanced into the river with a red face, cursed a gangster, and then turned and left.

After washing cleanly in the river, Li Qingxuan returned to Qingzhifang.

Qin Xiaomo was waiting for him in the front hall.

"Pavilion Master, the location of Langya Pavilion's headquarters has been chosen, and people from Fox Hall have been spread throughout Luo City recently."

"Nothing that goes wrong in Luo City can be hidden from our ears."

"good."

Li Qingxuan nodded.

The Fox Hall of Langya Pavilion is already good at gathering information.

"I still have a few things to report to the Pavilion Master."

"you say."

Li Qingxuan went back to the room, changed into clean clothes, and sat down next to him.

"The Purple Phoenix that the Pavilion Master asked me to check last time is actually the current His Majesty."

Qin Xiaomo thought that Li Qingxuan would be surprised by such news.

Unexpectedly, Li Qingxuan's expression was very calm.

"Next message."

"Second message, General Zuo's injury has almost recovered, and he will leave the imperial capital and return to the border tomorrow."

"You beat him until he couldn't get up, and he recovered so quickly?"

Li Qingxuan was a little surprised.

"It's not surprising that ninth-level martial artists, especially martial artists, have strong qi and blood, and strong recovery of body functions." Qin Xiaomo said.

"This guy is so arrogant and recovered so quickly. It's easy for him. Why don't we beat him again? I'll leave this matter to you."

Li Qingxuan said.

"Don't worry, Pavilion Master, this is just a small matter."

Li Qingxuan glanced at Qin Xiaomo in surprise.

This is a bit pretentious!

A ninth-grade master, you actually call it a trivial matter. You are worthy of being a member of Langya Pavilion.

"Any thing else?"

Li Qingxuan looked at Qin Xiaomo.

"The third thing is that a team of masters from Dali have sneaked into Daxia. According to their footsteps, they should arrive in Luo City tonight."

"How is the strength?"

Li Qingxuan asked.

"Three are of the eighth grade, and the others are all of the sixth grade."

"There are only three people. This Dali is a bit too stingy. He doesn't even have a ninth grade."

"The three ninth-level masters that Dali could mobilize all died in Daxia, and the eighth-level strength is actually not low."

"Okay, since it's the eighth grade, it's just right for me, the master of the pavilion, to stretch his muscles."

…

Late at night, thirty miles outside the city.

A group of people is stopping here to rest.

The next moment, several people suddenly raised their heads and looked ahead.

I saw several figures in white clothes appearing on the mountain road.

Those few people were like Bai Wuchang in the underworld, standing there quietly without making a sound.

A strange temperament, filled with an aura of danger.

A master is a master at first sight.

"Are you from Dali?"

A faint voice sounded.

A middle-aged man shook his head: "I don't know what you are talking about."

"What is the purpose of coming to Daxia?"

The figure walked forward step by step.

Of course it's Li Qingxuan.

Li Qingxuan originally wanted to practice alone, but he thought that the villains on TV all died of pretending, so he brought Yun Ling and other Yuntang masters with him, just in case.

"My friend, knowing too much is not good for you."

The middle-aged man has already tightened his grip on the hilt of the sword.

"The feng shui of this place is very good, let's use it as your burial place."

Li Qingxuan's momentum rose.

The middle-aged man's heart skipped a beat.

"Your Excellency, please think twice. We are not only people from Dali, but also disciples of Jiange."

"As long as you make a convenient trip, you will gain the friendship of my Jiange."

"Jiange? Is it more powerful than me, Langya Pavilion? I don't need your friendship."

After saying these words, the middle-aged man's expression changed instantly.

Because the young man in white in front of them disappeared.

Looking at the sky again, crystal clear petals fell down one after another, and a palm suddenly appeared among the petals in the sky.

"Boom!"

The palm force roared, like thunder exploding.

The middle-aged man's head was suddenly hit, blood flowed from his seven orifices, and his body slowly fell to the ground.

The surroundings fell into silence for a moment.

The eighth-level master was killed in one blow.

But the other people who were on guard against the petals just now discovered that the petals had no lethality when they fell on them, and quickly melted like snowflakes.

Are these petals just for show?