Martial Arts Escort System: I Got A Maxed Level Divine Technique From The Beginning - Chapter 1135 445: Inside Xiuyun Pavilion (Part 3)
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The recurring Blade Light gathered between the sharp radiance, forming an incredibly fierce Blade Light.
With a hissing sound, the carpet on the ground was torn apart by this invisible Blade Light, and the blue stone floor left profound cracks.
This Blade Light lifted up, about to split the blade user in two.
“Enough!”
Seeing that if this continued, there would inevitably be casualties within the hall.
The Elder, who had been sitting motionless in the main seat, suddenly got up, took a step forward, and without seeing his form change, was already between the two blades.
Two hands separately grasped, catching the white blade with bare palms.
Surprisingly, he caught these two blades firmly.
The sharp radiance on the blade body vanished completely under this grasp.
The peculiar person on the fat man’s body had just unleashed his ultimate move and was almost killed with a single cut by the blade user who spotted a flaw.
Now, catching his breath, he raised his dual swords, about to pierce two transparent holes through the restrained blade user.
Seeing this, the Elder was furious:
“I said enough!”
He casually released the fat man’s blade from his palm, and with a shake of his robe sleeve, an imposing Inner Strength surged forth.
The large fat man involuntarily retreated six or seven steps, and the peculiar person on his neck had both longswords shaken off, gritting his teeth:
“Qi Dingtian, we kindly came to assist, and this is how you repay us?”
“Kindly?”
Qi Dingtian jerked his head back, his white beard and hair flying:
“Did I show you face?
“Do you think I’m unaware of your intentions?
“Now I urge you to be obedient and self-disciplined, there’s still a sliver of possibility.
“Otherwise, even your plans will be for naught, and I want to see if you can leave this Tianqi Island alive!”
“You!”
Demon Blade and Ghost Sword’s face was full of anger, but their eyes were somewhat hollow.
After uttering a single “you,” there was no follow-up.
Seeing this, the blade user laughed heartily:
“Demon Blade and Ghost Sword, indeed cowardly mice.”
“You’re bold, you better shut up too!”
Qi Dingtian shook his hand, and the blade user was instantly thrown to the ground:
“Coming to my house for a fight, even splitting the ground.
“Absolutely outrageous!
“Everyone says they’re here to help, but really they’re taking advantage of the situation.”
“Family Head, Family Head, be cautious with your words.”
An old servant hurriedly approached, whispering a warning.
Qi Dingtian’s anger hadn’t completely dissipated, but after hearing this, he exhaled and showed a smile:
“Forget it, forget it, we’re all friends, give me face, and don’t fight anymore, please have a seat.”
As he spoke, he looked towards the door.
Seeing Wang Shengyuan standing at the door, his face instantly lit up with joy, and he began looking for Su Mo and others.
His gaze first locked on Su Mo, but in the next moment, it somehow fell on Wei Ziyi’s face.
He was stunned:
“Her grandmother and mother… Am I dreaming?
“You…”
Before he could finish speaking, a loud laugh was heard:
“Today, still have to apologize to Master Qi, my money tree has arrived again.
“Hence, still need to make a move, but rest assured Family Head, no blood will be shed.”
Qi Dingtian was stunned, no blood… but moves can be made…
Where did so many money trees come from?
As he pondered, he saw the red-haired man move his foot, his form rising as he rushed towards the door to grab.
Under the cover of five fingers, before reaching the body, a heat wave was already upon.
Heading straight for Shangguan Jingjing.
Shangguan Jingjing’s heart tightened, wanting to dodge, but felt surrounded by five fingers, with no way out.
Resolutely gritting her teeth, she circulated Inner Strength, raised her claws to meet.
However, the Sky Capturing Eagle Claw Skill was ingenious, but the martial arts of the red-haired man were even more extraordinary.
His five fingers swept and enclosed, already capturing Shangguan Jingjing’s hands.
Along with the finger wind, ascending up both arms, in a blink sealing multiple acupoints.
Finally raising two fingers for a point, landing on Shangguan Jingjing’s Xuanji acupoint.
This move had a name, a highly skilled acupoint technique.
The Ximen Family’s young master fell into his palm, trapped by this technique, once the Xuanji acupoint was hit, it’s over.
Shangguan Jingjing’s martial arts were comparable to the Ximen Family’s young master.
Naturally unable to escape his grasp.
Yet fulfilled the promise to Qi Dingtian, hands without seeing blood.
Only capturing.
But unexpectedly, at this time, an accident happened.
This point couldn’t forcefully go down.
Shangguan Jingjing’s Xuanji acupoint seemed to open a ‘gateway’, roaring Inner Strength surged, these two fingers descended, facing immense resistance.
The red-haired man’s expression changed, thinking did Shangguan Jingjing have an Absolute Skill hidden?
Thinking swiftly, Inner Strength suddenly rotated, red hair flying like flames.
His two fingers showed red light, heat rolling.
Despite circulating Inner Strength, it’s formidable, yet somehow, still unable to point down.
“This truly seems haunted.”
He widened his eyes in disbelief.
But at this moment, the contained Inner Strength suddenly countered.
With a cracking sound, his two fingers bent backward, breaking forcibly.
This moment not just blood, even white bones visible.
His face changed dramatically, raising his left hand, struck fiercely, only to hear a hum, palm scorching.
One palm as if in boiling water.
While stunned, not understanding, a massive Inner Strength approached.
In a moment he flew backward, slamming towards Qi Dingtian watching the scene.
Qi Dingtian seeing this ignored him, just dodging aside, seeing the red-haired man crashing towards his chair, then shouting:
“Oh my redwood chair!”
But words were late, a crack heard.
The fine redwood chair shattered, the red-haired man crashing into the wall, coughing blood, gritting teeth looking up:
“Who?”


