Chapter 186: Back hand of the tyrant

In the courtyard of the Badaomen, the master of the Badaomen was asking something to a young boy at this moment.
"Xiaojin, do you have any confidence in tomorrow's game?" The master of the swordsman said to the young man with a serious expression, his tone full of seriousness.
"Although the disciple has already broken through the Emperor Wu, the three guys from the Heavenly Emperor's Sect are really abnormal, and the disciple is not sure about it." Xiaojin bowed his head very nervously, and said with an ugly expression.
After the overbearing sect master heard his words, his brows frowned slightly, and he began to think about strategies in his heart.
He knew best about the strength of his disciple.
This disciple has already mastered all the swordsmanship of the town's treasure sect, the master sword scripture.
But even so, he still has little confidence in tomorrow's game.
"Huh... now, it seems that only this method can be used. This time the Hundred Sects Competition, I must win the first place in the Domineering Sect!" The Sect Master took a deep breath. , His brows frowned tightly, and then he said to himself.
"Xiaojin, I have a way to allow you to break through to the late Martial Emperor tonight, would you like to try it?" The overbearing sect master looked at the disciple in front of him, and said in a calm voice.
"The disciple is willing to obey the master's arrangement!" The disciple bowed his head slightly, then whispered.
Seeing this, the sect master of Tyrant Swordsmen did not hesitate in his heart, and directly stretched out a big hand, and then pressed it on the head of the disciple in front of him.
A terrifying sword intent burst out of the master of the Tyrannical Sword Sect in an instant, and then quickly flowed into that disciple's body.
About an hour later, the sect master of Tyrant Blade slowly released his hand, his face was pale for a while, and his whole body shook a few times.
But Xiao Jin suddenly opened his eyes, and a huge ghost knife slowly condensed in his eyes.
"Boom!"
A powerful coercion broke out on Xiao Jin's body. His cultivation base was like a broken bamboo, and he was promoted directly from the early Wu Emperor to the intermediate peak of Wu Emperor.
"Thank you, Master!" Xiao Jin said gratefully, then knelt directly on the ground and knocked his head at the master of the tyrant sword gate.
This is a method of inheritance unique to Tyrant Sword, but the price is very huge.
Most of the terrifying sword intent that had been condensed by the master of the tyrant knife gate for hundreds of years was directly dissipated.
Even he himself was seriously injured. It is estimated that he will never recover without decades of recuperation.
"Isn't it enough?" The master of the Tyrannical Sect frowned slightly, with some doubts in his heart.
Logically speaking, his sword intent should be able to help this disciple directly break through to the late Emperor Wu Huang.
But for some reason, he finally got stuck at the peak of Wu Huang mid-term, and he hasn't crossed that threshold for a long time.
"It doesn't matter, this time the Hundred Sects Tournament must not be lost, the Badaomen must have a shame!" The master of the Badaomen gritted his teeth, and he made an amazing decision in his heart.
I saw him take two steps slowly, then stretched out his right hand again, and put it directly on the arm of the boy in front of him.
An incomparably pure and huge power instantly appeared from the hand of the master of the Tyrannical Dao Sect, and then was continuously transported by him, flowing into the body of the disciple in front of him.
Xiao Jin looked at his door master with a shocked expression. He wanted to make the door master stop, but he couldn't make a sound anyway.
As the main cultivation base of the Tyrant Sword Gate slowly passed away, his temples actually appeared faintly white, and even some small wrinkles appeared on his face.
After a few more hours passed, the master of the Domineering Sect slowly withdrew his hand.
"Puff!" There was a sound, the master of the Tyrant Sect could no longer support his body, and then he lay down directly.
"Master!" Xiaojin said in shock, and then rushed over, tightly hugging the body of the master of the Tyrant Sword Sect.
"Relax, I'm okay, it's just that my spiritual power has been consumed too much, and it's fine when I take a rest." The master of the Badaomen laughed slowly, but the smile was so reluctant.
"Master, your strength..." Xiao Jin frowned tightly, and he said with a trembling voice, his tone full of panic.
The overbearing sect master was originally a master at the realm of Wu Zun, although he was only a newcomer to Wu Zun, his strength was also very terrifying.
However, after only one night, the strength of the master of the Overbearing Blade Sect fell directly from Wu Zun to the peak of Wu Huang!
"Ahem, don't worry, I'm fine." The sect master of the Tyrannical Dao Sect had naturally noticed the regression of his strength, but there was no surprise in his eyes.
As early as when he used this secret method, he had already thought of the consequences now, but he had no regrets or regrets for everything to dominate the sword gate.
What's more, the person in front of you is not just his disciple, but his biological son!
This is a very surprising secret, even Xiaojin doesn't even know it.
The master who stayed with him day and night and defended him in every possible way was actually his biological father.
Xiao Jin's strength actually broke through from the middle stage of the Emperor Wu to the peak of the later stage of the Emperor Wu!
It stands to reason that Xiaojin should be happy for the improvement of strength, but for some reason, he is not happy at all, he just feels extremely sad.
Master gave up his martial arts cultivation base, just to promote himself to the late Martial Emperor, this kind of favor is too heavy, so big that Xiaojin can't bear it.
"Xiaojin, go down first, Master is a little tired." The overbearing sect master's trembling voice said that he slowly stretched out his hand, and then gently touched the head of the disciple before him.
Perhaps because of being too tired, a rare touch of kindness was revealed on the face of the master of the Domineering Sect.
"Yes, Master!" Xiaojin first helped the master of the Tyrant Swordsman onto the bed, then turned around and said respectfully.
"Master, please rest assured, in tomorrow's Hundred Sects Tournament, the disciples will definitely win the championship and will never let down your expectations!" When Xiao Jing was about to leave, he suddenly turned around, and then faced the master of the Dadaomen Said very solemnly.
This is Xiao Jin's promise to the master of the Overbearing Blade Sect. As to whether it can be realized in the end, it depends on his own luck.
The master of the Tyrant Sect saw his disciple going away, he slowly closed his eyes, and then fell asleep.
This night, he paid too much, and even his extremely strong physique would inevitably be overwhelming.
After Xiao Jin left the room of the master of the Tyrant Blade, he did not leave directly, but knelt down to the door in front of him.
"Master, thank you!"
Xiaojin slammed his head at the door in front of him, and tears even flowed down slowly in his eyes.