True Martial World Chapter 149: Half-foot steps
Song Zijun's feet lighted up, and fourteen blood beads hummed softly. Alas,
Oh!
These blooddrops shot at Song Zijun together, and the sound was harsh!
Song Zijun looked at the blood beads, and his body moved, and a series of afterimages appeared.
The afterimages are layer upon layer, and Song Zijun ’s body is covered by the afterimages, his feet are separated, and the golden sword stands on the large array. He does not move in one step, but just dodges in place.
All blood beads were easily avoided by Song Zijun.
"Take care of yourself!"
Jingzhou Young Master Party, can't help but applaud Song Zijun's performance!
"In the micro-level body, under the prestige of Zijun Young Master, how about it? Dodge the cold iron blood beads of the 14th level difficulty, don't be too easy."
And they can all see that Song Zijun is faster, much faster than Heisha before.
The speed is much faster than Heisha, and the technique is more easy to use. Song Zijun can be described by perfection.
Under the dual blessing of skill and speed, Song Zijun is as brisk as moving clouds in a large array of cold iron blood beads.
Jingzhou Young Masters, when they see Song Zijun's body style, they all have a feeling of hope.
There is a sky outside, there are people outside, originally Jichang already is very powerful, but it is far worse than Song Zijun.
"Increase difficulty!"
14 levels of difficulty, for Song Zijun, it seems to be just warming up, after adapting to the cold iron blood beads,
Song Zijun will soon be on level 15.
And this difficulty has not failed Song Zijun.
Fifteen levels of difficulty. The flying blood iron of cold iron set off a small whirlwind in the air.
Under great pressure. Song Zijun finally moved his steps, even Song Zijun. It is also not possible to evade all cold iron blood in situ on level 15 difficulty.
Song Zijun's pace is very particular. With every step he takes, the distance of the step will not exceed half a foot.
Such short steps are about the length of a toddler's baby. Under Song Zijun's feet, such steps are linked together, making it impossible to see where his feet are.
"It's a half-foot step in the Song family's mastery."
A Jingzhou Young Master said the advantages of the Jingzhou family. Not only in resources, but also in inheritance. This half-foot-step practice is a secret of the Song family.
The long-standing big families have more or less heirlooms and unique skills. This is where they come from.
"Add another level!"
Song Zijun in the formation.
Also? Add it, it is 16 levels of difficulty!
Whether it is Jingzhou Young Master, or a child of the barren, at this time, see Song Zijun. The only thing left in my heart was admiration.
The master in charge of the array took a deep breath and pressed the sixteenth spar!
"Om!"
The cold iron blood roared, and the sharp gas explosion made the ears numb and flared. Connected to Fire Network!
This time, Song Zijun finally felt the pressure.
His actions, although still gorgeous. But slowly, it is difficult to maintain a smooth integration.
Half-foot step is an absolute skill of the Song family. Song Zijun couldn't fully grasp it, and it was extremely reluctant to perform at his current level. This consumes a lot of his fine Divine Strength and vitality.
"Into the micro level, close to Xiaocheng ... speed is very fast, half-foot-step practice is between entry and Xiaocheng. As far as Song Zijun's age is concerned, he is indeed a Jingzhou talent."
Yan Menglong gave an accurate evaluation.
At this time, Song Zijun also reached the limit.
He retreated from the big team. In the end, Song Zijun persisted for a while in the sixteenth level of difficulty.
As for the level 17 difficulty, he did not challenge. There is a qualitative change between the level 17 difficulty and the level 16 difficulty. For the purple blood martial arts warrior, even in the micro-level physical skills, he is quite accomplished People dare not try easily.
Since Song Zijun stepped down, there was no sound on the school ground.
The statures displayed by the young talents of the micro-levels have stirred up the blood of the soldiers.
Jingzhou Young Masters in particular are looking red, and Song Zijun is their idol. Their demeanor already, which had been slumped because of Yi Yun, once again rose to the extreme.
This is the background of Jingzhou Aristocratic Family. As the children of Jingzhou Aristocratic Family, they have pride and pride in their hearts, and they will certainly achieve such results in the future!
After Song Zijun, it is Yi Yun!
The eyes of everyone in the army, at this time, already converged on Yi Yun.
Sixteen levels of difficulty. The pressure brought by this achievement is really too great.
You know, when Yi Yun compared with Jichang Young Master, the 14th level of difficulty seems to be almost the limit of already.
Yi Yun adjusts her breathing so that the vitality flowing in the body reaches the best state.
"It's your turn."
When Song Zijun came down, he was passing by Yi Yun, his gaze was looking at Yi Yun, a smile came out of his mouth.
Yi Yun calmly glanced at Song Zijun, and nodded, his eyes were very clear, like star eyes in the night sky, and he had a sharp edge in the calmness.
The two eyes collided in the void, as if there was a clash of swords.
"Is Yun ready to struggle?" already was obvious.
"If it wasn't for Jichang Young Master that interrupted the formation, Yi Yun would probably be defeated on level 14 difficulty ... Now Zijun Young Master already has completed level 16 difficulty. Fourteen, is it interesting? "
Jingzhou Young Master's face is gloating.
In their view, Song Zijun's already won steadily, the gap is obvious, and Yi Yun's appearance is simply a helpless act forced by face.
The people in Dahuang did not speak, but they looked a lot nervous at Xiang Yiyun.
As for Yan Menglong, he rubbed his hand on the stubble on his chin, his eyes flickered, and he looked at Yi Yun with interest, as if looking at something interesting.
Yi Yun's body was pulled out. As an arrow shot, already appeared in the cold iron blood bead array. He said to Jingzhou Young Master who presided over the formation, "14 levels of difficulty!"
"It's fourteenth level, no creativity. This already is his limit. If he has the courage, he will be fifteenth level in a while."
"Hey, you want to see Yi Yun eat it, don't worry, you don't need to be level 15, he will be hit by cold iron blood as well as level 14."
Jingzhou Young Master are waiting to see the playful expressions. What they want to see now is not Yi Yun's performance, but Yi Yun was hit by cold iron blood beads, seriously injured and vomiting blood, and then stayed in bed for ten days and a half months.
Big bursts of light shone, and the blood was soaring into the sky. Fourteen cold iron blood beads screamed violently, intertwined in the void, and dazzled with arcs, and rushed to Yi Yun.
Yi Yun is familiar with the already of level 14 difficulty, but he still has to start from here. He will continue to feel just when his physical strength is absolutely full. His Aura is steady and his eyes are closed.
Using "potential" to feel the attack, and constantly keep yourself close to the limit, you can tap the maximum potential.
At this moment, Yi Yun ’s spirit was concentrated to the extreme, as if this world had disappeared, only him was left, and there was a strong wind around the body, which was pierced by the cold iron blood beads and carried out by the air. traces of!
These trajectories became clear in his mind.
Yi Yun moved, one by one, wiped away from Yi Yun.
Every time I evade a frozen blood drop, Yi Yun evades incomparably extreme and thrilling. On several occasions, he could feel the pain of the severe wind cutting his skin, brushing it with fleece, as if he was going to blast his flesh at any moment, which made him goose bumps.
When the children of Dahuang saw this scene, their hearts were hung up. Yi Yun's level 14 difficulty is still so reluctant. If he goes on like this, he may be injured.
Yiyun Aura is heavy. He adjusts the weight of the flowing silver shirt to make himself just near the limit. In this state, his physical energy is consumed quickly.
Sweat beads slipped off Yi Yun's forehead.
Time, minute by minute.
Soon, as soon as the incense time passed, the Jingzhou Young Master party waited for their necks to be sour, and they waited to see Yi Yun beaten by blood beads.
However, Yi Yun always seems to be hit by cold iron blood beads the next moment, however, he can always avoid it when it comes to the moment.
In such a situation, I don't know how many times it happened, so that Yi Yun slowly played already for a quarter of an hour on the 14th level of difficulty!
Next two quarters ...
Jingzhou Young Master parties are all dumbfounded.
Is there anything wrong!
"Hey, you challenge 15 levels of difficulty!"
Jingzhou Young Master party members have to admit that Yi Yun can play the fourteenth level of difficulty, but you can play without it, is this an hour?
They can only expect that Yi Yun's physical strength will decline, and she can't help anymore.
But at this time, they only saw a streamer flash, Yi Yun seemed to be between the electric light and flint, took something and threw it into his mouth.
The beastly relic?
Jingzhou Young Master are watching.
"Eat bone relics, but also bone relics?"
Yi Yun is not a god. Although amethyst absorbs the energy of the heavens and the earth to replenish his energy, the flowing silver shirt is too heavy and has pushed himself to the limit. His physical energy consumption is also great and needs energy supplement.
"Isn't this tricky!"
A young man protested, but after thinking about it, it seems that he didn't say that he was not allowed to eat bone relics halfway.
"Fuck, keep playing like this, let alone play for an hour, it ’s possible to have dinner ..."
Jingzhou Young Master are speechless.
Yi Yun turned a deaf ear to the opinions of the people around him, and he was completely immersed in his own world.
He feels that he can perfectly control every inch of his body's muscles, and complete every small movement accurately. He feels that the flowing silver shirt is pressing on his body like a boulder, and every time he moves, he consumes a lot of Physical strength, while also consuming energy to calculate the track of cold iron blood beads.
In this state, Yi Yun is exhausted physically and mentally.
But in exhaustion, there is a different kind of happiness that spreads in my heart.
"Into the micro ... into the micro ... is this the higher realm of the micro ..."
Immerged in extreme pain and happiness, Yi Yun is more and more proficient at controlling the trajectory of cold iron blood around him. (To be continued.)