"With the Grand Master's full force, he is so powerful?"

After Yang Yi took the full sword of the man in Qingshan, his right arm holding the sword was shaken into several pieces. If he hadn't mastered the method of transforming power, he might have been shaken into pieces. But even if he tried his best to resolve it, he could not eliminate this force. All the bones in Shan's body were broken by the mountain sword energy. Even the right arm, sternum and leg bones were shaken to pieces, his clothes and shoes were broken, and his long hair was very useful when he was dissolving the huge force. At this time, he had already fallen off his head and didn't know where he flew.

After he arrived at the Bronze Hall, he was extremely miserable, naked and naked, just like a monk taking a bath.

"When Uncle Wu set his sword at me, he never used strength. Today I know how powerful a great master is with his full strength!"

The realm of martial arts practice is a difficult time to reach the level of a master, and the leap of a great master from the realm of a martial arts master can no longer be described as difficult time, it is as difficult as a flat ground and sky.

Yang Shenxing, a martial arts master, once told Yang Yi that martial arts practice is one layer after another, and only by entering the realm of a martial arts master can one truly be considered a first-class master.

Once you enter the realm of a great master, your whole person will be reborn and your combat power will suddenly increase by more than a hundred times. It seems that the difference between a mortal and an immortal is still a mortal, and the great master is an immortal. The gap between an immortal is an immortal is an indescribable.

Otherwise, the Han Dynasty would not have had only a few great masters with a population of billions.

It is because in today's world, martial arts are prosperous. In the past years, even within a hundred years, there may not be a grand master. In the same era, more than ten grand masters lived together. This situation only occurred ten thousand years ago when the three leaders of the Tao, Buddha and Demon religions appeared.

When you reach the realm of a great master, you may take the last step at any time, break the void, and leave this realm. Even if a true immortal descends to the earth, he may not be able to match the combat power of a great master.

Even though Yang Yi's family-born skills are unparalleled, he still cannot overcome this kind of separation between immortals and mortals, and the gap between the half-step sect and the grand master is still difficult to make up.

Just this half step distance is the gap between heaven and man.

If it weren't for the forced training of him on the fifth day a few days ago, Yang Yijue would never have taken over the full sword of the man in Qingshan.

Yang Yi coughed up blood in the hall and was about to fall into a coma almost at any time. "You must not fall down at this time, as you fall down will be dead!"

He was so energetic that he slowly squirted to the big basket containing the spirit fruits, arched the lid with his head, and took some effort to bite a red fruit from the basket, and swallowed it all.

At this time, his limbs were broken, and his sternum and ribs were turned into several pieces. He could not even have the luck of practicing martial arts, so he could only lie flat on the ground and breathe slowly.

Feeling Zhu Guo exploded in her mouth, slowly soaking into the internal organs, limbs and skeletons like drops of energy. The healing chapter of medical treasure art flashed in Yang Yi's heart. He wanted to raise his energy and use the medical mental method to heal his wounds, but when he lifted his energy, he became dark in front of his eyes and a mouthful of blood suddenly spurted out.

"The rhythm of Tao enters the body, and all kinds of energy are difficult to move!"

Yang Yi was shocked and angry, "This is a bit difficult!"

Another mouthful of blood was spurted out and slowly fell into a coma.

I don’t know how long it took, Yang Yi felt a slight itch on his face. When he slowly opened his eyes, he happened to see a huge horse head shaking in front of him. The yellow horse was sticking out his big tongue on his face.

Yang Yi was shocked, and his mind slowly woke up. He slowly turned over and started to do it. He felt that his body gradually had strength and knew that the fruit he had eaten would work.

Although the hands are still weak at this time, they can move slowly and their legs can stand. Although the red fruit is not a healing object, the spiritual fruit has extraordinary medicinal power, and wherever the spiritual power goes, it has a great recovery effect.

In the Bronze Hall, there are healing medicines and food and drinks that Yang Yi had already put on. Although this Bronze Hall is a gateway to all walks of life, it usually becomes Yang Yi's storage room.

I found the wound medicine and applied it internally and externally. My eyes were so tired that I finally connected the bones of my body. The rest of my time was waiting for the wound to heal.

When Yang Yi was taking the medicine, he was very worried, "This external trauma is fine, but the internal trauma is a little troublesome!"

Internal injuries are Taoist injuries. The true meaning of the great master’s martial arts is not to be hilarious or lingering, and it is not a medicine stone to cure it.

Some time ago, the head of the farmer family, Ran Geng, injured Yang Yi. At that time, Yang Yi was injured in the Tao that made him weak and his combat power was sharply reduced. Fortunately, the savior from the sky, the black cat fell in front of him with a basket of spiritual fruits. He took a basket of spiritual fruits from the black cat, and only after eating the Xuanyu Taoist fruit, he cured the Taoist wounds.

But he never met this lucky fortune that would fall from the sky in a thousand years. He still doubted this matter and always felt that it was too coincidental.

Ran Geng is only a half-step master, and his own Taoist intention is so powerful. This blue-shirt swordsman, as a grand master, has the power of his martial arts true meaning.

In fact, if you want to heal his Dao wound at this time, you just need to eat another Dao fruit. However, if you eat one of this supreme Dao fruit, it would be a great blessing for ordinary people to eat. It would be fine if he wanted to realize the truth. If he just wanted to cure his wound, it would be too wasteful of resources.

Moreover, if he ate two Taoist fruits in a short period of time, his spirit and body may not be able to withstand it.

Yang Yi thought hard for a long time and made up his mind, "Don't worry about the Taoist wounds first, and heal the external wounds first!"

Now I will put all the methods of practicing qi and luck behind my mind. "Since I can't be lucky, then I will polish my body first, and the Taoist meaning in my body will be put aside. I will wipe it out sooner or later!"

But what he thought was too simple. The master's true martial arts meaning was entangled in his body. Although it did not explode like gunpowder, the suppressed eight meridians of the extraordinary meridians were not smooth, and the recovery of the body was surprisingly slow. If it weren't for Yang Yi's spiritual power assisting, there would be no possibility of healing.

In the end, although the bones of his hands and feet had recovered, the sword intent in his body was ultimately a major concern for him. Every time he arrived at a fixed time, he would vomit a mouthful of blood.

Fortunately, when Yang Yi marched half-step to the Grandmaster of Wudang and realized the great way of heaven and earth, his mind and mind were in line with the bell sounds in the Bronze Hall, and naturally he brought all the innate Taoist rhymes of the Bronze Hall itself.

His true meaning of martial arts has a supreme artistic conception of creating an era and ending the three thousand great thousand.

Although this blue-shirt swordsman is a master of martial arts, the meaning of Taoism he realized is far worse than that of Yang Yi. Although he suppressed Yang Yi at this time, he gradually became a waste, like an iron pestle polished on a stone. Although it was slow, it would be washed away one day.

But Yang Yi is hard to tell when it will be thoroughly polished.

After slowly recovering in the hall, Yang Yi became more and more angry as he thought about it, "Dry bird feathers! Hit someone with one punch, defend yourself with one kick! I have to return this sword!"

He thought of it and did it, "Although I don't know how long it has passed, it's only a moment outside. After I disappeared, the man in blue must have gone to check it out. If I stabbed a sword from the hall, he might not be able to sense it!"

Although he knew he was a little whimsical, Yang Yi still wanted to give it a try.

At this time, where Yang Yi disappeared, the man in blue-shirt's hands trembled, and his spiritual thoughts were all around him, and he could not find Yang Yi's traces.

"Which master of great power was the one who made the move?"

The man in blue clothes had a long sword in his hand, looking shocked.

There were not many people who could save people silently in his hands and see the world.

No matter what, he didn't expect that Yang Yi would have such a strange thing as the Bronze Hall.

After sensing for a long time, he did not find anyone's breath. The blue-shirted swordsman felt a chill in his heart and just wanted to leave as soon as possible.

At this moment, a sudden change occurred!

A piece of sword tip suddenly appeared in front of him.

The tip of this sword appeared so suddenly that it seemed to be stabbing out of another space. Even though the Qing-shirt swordsman was a master of martial arts, he had no sense at all. It was not until the tip of the sword pierced into one of his eyes that he realized.

"ah!"

After a shocking roar, Qingshan swordsman quickly retreated, and with a rumbling sound, his body had already crashed into the hill behind him.

"boom!"

With the explosion, the blue-shirted swordsman had already penetrated the hill and reached the other side of the hill.

"Who is it? Is it the fifth day of the Renren?"

The blue-shirted swordsman had blood on his face, and the eyeball in one of his eyes had disappeared, and a look of great horror appeared on his face, "Is this the Five-Round Sword?"

The blue-shirted swordsman walked and howled, and his figure disappeared instantly.

"Hehe, I finally avenged a sword!"

Yang Yi, who was thought to be the fifth heavenly man by the man in the blue shirt, sat in the bronze hall at this time, looking at the eyeballs hanging on the Yitian Sword, vomiting blood in his mouth, "Good luck! Good luck! He actually stabbed him!"
Chapter completed!