V1.C342 (1/2)

I haven't used the recovery function of the system for a long time. I feel that the two warm currents flow towards the double pupils and the body respectively. The exhausted chakra recovers quickly, and the pain of both pupils is relieved quickly, but it is completely recovered in a moment.

At the same time, the space on the surface of Xuanti also had a ripple, and the momentum kept climbing upward. Chakra did not stop after the complete recovery, and kept refining, compressing, recovering and growing.

”How can this feeling, this momentum, be possible?”

He was very familiar with the rising momentum, which was clearly the external performance of breaking through the patriarchal level.

Shangren and patriarch are two completely different levels. This point is deeply understood by thousands of hands.

In fact, a long time ago, there was no patriarch level. There were only three levels of Ninja: lower tolerance, middle tolerance and upper tolerance.

Among them, reaching Shangren is a germplasm change, which will directly crush the grades below him. However, because the strength span of Shangren is too large, many grades are divided between Shangren and Shangren.

A long time ago, the clan leaders of all ethnic groups were also known as the peak tolerance, but their strength was too strong and strong, which was a level higher than the ordinary peak tolerance.

And their chakra cohesion is stronger than Shangren, which is a completely different level. Because most of the people who reach this level are the heads of the major ethnic groups, they were later divided into a separate level, that is, the so-called patriarch level.

This is the same as the later village era when the upper level of tolerance was called shadow.

Now, Xuan is standing on the top of the mountain to endure the shadow level breakthrough. Once it succeeds, its combat power will surely rise again.

”Stop him!”

Qian Shou Luo roared. In fact, he didn't need to say that others had already started to move.

Ninja crazy toward the Xuan pour, bitter nothing in the rain pan cold, detonator blasting sound in an endless stream.

But all these things can't have any influence on Xuanzhao. Everything, whether it's Ninjutsu or bitterness, is regarded as air and penetrates directly.

”What the hell is this ninja, the magic of writing wheel eyes?” A thousand hands of quasi shadow angry curse, a burst of anger.

”My Lord, I can feel that he is there, not a phantom or something else,” said a thousand hands, who was not far away from them

This kind of affirmative answer makes people's hearts cool.

”It's enough for you to attack for so long. It's time for me.”

The whirlwind dart pattern in xuanshuangtong is as red as blood. The momentum of the whole body reaches the peak, and finally breaks through the boundary of tolerance on the peak and enters the shadow level.

Break and then stand, in order to let oneself bear enough pressure and break through the limit of tolerance, Xuan is really playing with his life.

In the Warring States period, no one could do this. Including Xuan himself just now.