In the middle of the night, Ji Liao's sword was closed, the thunder sound was completely calmed down, and the huge thunderstorm was just over. Even so, the huge courtyard was already in chaos, and I don't know if it was the result of the thunderstorm, or the Ji Liao's sword energy, or both.

Ji Liao stood there, returned the sword into the sheath, and breathed a long breath in his mouth. He looked like a dragon under the moonlight. The white air rolled around the messy mud and water in front, and immediately a flat piece of land appeared, with no debris on it. If an old farmer had carefully trimmed the field with his habitual skills.

As he exhaled this breath, Ji Liao's body gradually shrank, and he had just recovered from his original size.

Ji Shan has never seen Ji Liao's magical method for decades. He couldn't help but stammer: "What kind of magical skill do you practice?"

Ji Liao wanted to say that this was not a martial arts, but his sword technique just now was indeed a martial arts trick. The difference is that the internal energy used to use the moves turned into the power generated by the conflict between the demonic energy and the vital energy in his body.

He suddenly remembered the vast amount of qi and blood in his body after urging the tiger and leopard thunder sound, and couldn't help but want to try his current strength. He paused slightly and first said to Ji Shan: "Father, I'll tell you later."

He walked to the wall of the courtyard, took a breath, and his whole body's strength was broken into pieces, and he rushed to his arm, and then his palm swelled, slapped at the wall in front of him like a palm fan. The technique of using the strength of this palm comes from the most popular Thunder Palm in the world. The Thunder Palm is a palm technique that teaches martial arts people how to use their whole body to exert their strength.

Ji Liaopou's big fan-slapped his palm against the wall. The next incredible thing happened, and the wall was suddenly pushed down by Ji Liao.

He shook his hand, and the qi and blood condensed on his hands dispersed. His fingers, which were originally as thick as his arms, were swollen into purple-black by the qi and blood, and now the qi and blood are back into the body, revealing their originally crystal white appearance.

Now anyone who sees Ji Liao's slender and neat fingers will not think of its horrible appearance just now.

This just now made his arms a little numb, but the effect was obvious. Now, he could beat the martial arts master like Dao Ren to death with just his own strength.

This kind of progress he made is absolutely terrifying.

Even Ji Shan, who had never known Ji Liao's martial arts, couldn't speak at this moment. Just now, he saw Ji Liao use the sword technique like a flying fairy, and he was already dazzled. Now he saw Ji Liao pushing down the courtyard wall again, and he had an unreliable idea, wondering if Ji Liao was transformed by a mountain spirit ghost, and he was not his son at all.

Ji Shan didn't know that his unreliable thoughts were the closest to the facts.

Ji Liao said: "Don't be surprised by my father. The martial arts are vast and endless. The child just goes further than others."

Ji Shanxin said, "You are not just a little further away. Your father will never think of someone who can practice such martial arts in his whole life."

However, no matter how powerful Ji Liao is, he is his son. When he thought of countless tragedies in the world, he tried to interrogate Ji Liao for the secrets of magical skills, he extinguished his thoughts of cultivating Ji Liao's cultivation of magical skills, and said, "Don't tell me the kung fu you practice, nor do you tell Wei Rui. You have this ability now, and you are very at ease with your father, just because you are afraid that you will bring disaster. Also, you should not rely on magical skills to be willful and behave. I can't control you now, but you are so smart, you should know that there is heaven beyond heaven, and there are people outside of others, and those who are strong will never have a good end. Remember, remember."

Ji Liao nodded and said, "Dad, please rest assured, I am really not interested in the fight for fame and fortune. In the past few days, my father can start preparing for my marriage with Wei Rui, and by the way, those people in the martial arts world will discuss how to treat the Demon Cult by themselves. Our Four Seasons Villa can provide venues, but there is no need to participate."

He thought to himself that these people from the world came to eat and drink freely, and they were not good at it, so Ji Liao was naturally too lazy to remind these people that he had provoked a giant, and maybe the people in the villa would be implicated.

But he is not as confident as before. After all, he is now successful in swordsmanship and thinks that he will not be able to fight as long as before when he meets that sword cultivator again.

If he urges the thunder sound of the tiger and leopard to the extreme and his figure is about a meter, he can use the Four Seasons Sword Technique with great openness and closeness, and he can cut the opponent without any ability to resist. His current strength gives him the confidence to face the monks of the Qingwei Sect. Moreover, he will make progress, and the opponent is not omnipotent and will always have to fight.

He remembered that Mu Qing slapped him with his palm, which was indeed a real crushing force. That palm had no essence, it was just a one-force reduction of ten times, but now he thought about it, except to use force to break the force, there seemed to be no other way to crack the palm. He thought about it, as if he had seized a little inspiration.

Ji Liao was a little absent-minded and said goodbye to Ji Shan. Finally, he returned to his room, tossed and turned and couldn't sleep, and Mu Qing still had the palm that slapped him in his mind.

Originally, as time passed, the memory should have become more and more blurred, but when Ji Liao came, the palm became clearer and clearer.

Later, Mu Qing's palm was even broken into countless subtle movements by Ji Liao. What's strange is that in the process of slapping that palm, each movement seemed to have a mysterious and indescribable connection.

By the next day, Ji Liao still couldn't figure it out, and was immersed in it during the day. He only responded to the things around him by instinct, and looked dazed. During this period, Gu Weirui took his pulse and found that Ji Liao's blood was so strong that he was far better than tigers and leopards.

At night, Ji Liao returned to his room in a daze and lay on the bed, still unable to fall asleep.

At midnight, the moonlight outside floated in.

In a daze, Ji Liao's bone marrow vibrated, and naturally emitted the sound of tiger and leopard thunder. The qi and blood were like rivers that were not abandoned, rolling. The palm that was tossing and turning in his mind finally turned into a sword technique under the influence of the surging qi and blood and the thunder sound in his body, and the mind grasped a trace of inspiration in the dark, and turned into a sword technique. To be precise, a straightforward thrust.

The demonic power and vitality silk in Ji Liao's body suddenly reached his arm along the meridians. Ji Liao naturally pulled out the sword of Xie Zhu, and his heart suddenly felt a faint breath, and subconsciously stabbed outside the door.

All the demonic power and vitality threads in Ji Liao's body melted into the sword energy with the spike. A slight thunder sounded in the air. Then someone groaned, awakening Ji Liao completely.

At this time, the force in his body swept away and he pushed open the door with all his might. He could only smell a faint blood in the air at the tip of his nose, but he did not find anyone.

One mile away from Four Seasons Villa, Gui Xinzi, the outer sect elder of the Qingwei Sect, covered his chest with trauma, and the medicine powder was sprinkled on it, and blood still penetrated from his chest.

He stuffed a whole bottle of Essence Pill into his mouth to replenish the passing energy.

And there was still an indelible panic on his face.

Tonight, Gui Xinzi came to visit Four Seasons Villa in person. Unexpectedly, there was a senior sword cultivator hidden in it. The sword just now must be the legendary sword energy thunder sound, which is a peerless sword technique that only a great figure of the God-level level is qualified to practice.

This senior must have shown mercy, otherwise he would have turned into powder even if he had such an existence blown his sword.

Gui Xinzi didn't know that his self-confessed senior sword cultivator was Ji Liao, his target for this trip.

Moreover, Ji Liao's own strength is still a thousand miles away from the so-called god. If he goes to test again, Ji Liao will not be able to shoot the second sword no matter what.

But how could Gui Xinzi think that Ji Liao's cultivation level could use such peerless sword skills as sword energy and Lei Yin?

Even Ji Liao himself didn't know that he accidentally understood the true peerless sword technique from Mu Qing's palm. If he hadn't had the sound of the tiger and leopard thunder, coupled with the celestial human sympathy not long ago, and his own special soul, it would have been impossible to do this.

If someone else understands the sound of sword energy and thunder in his cultivation level, it will definitely not be an adventure, but will be scattered directly, and there is no reason to be spared.
Chapter completed!