Martial arts start from the visualization of tortoise breathing

Chapter 143;

"If I hadn't taken the "Fensheng Pill", I definitely wouldn't be his opponent, or the altar master had the foresight to tell at a glance that this Zhuzi was from a noble family. Now that I have the blessing of the elixir, my combat power has increased several times. Even if he is a child of an aristocratic family, with the blessing of the power of blood, I don't necessarily have no chance of winning."

Looking at the golden-armored giant standing behind him, his every move is synchronized with the golden-armored giant. Against the background, Luo Ming, who is as radiant as a young god, is not able to contain the medicinal power in his body!
At first, he was afraid that taking the "Fensheng Pill" would lose too much lifespan, so he took the initiative to suppress part of the medicine's power, but now facing a family member who has stimulated the power of his blood and is still at the same level of cultivation as himself, he He had no choice but to fight desperately to remove the suppression, allowing the remaining medicinal power in his body to stimulate the acupoints all over his body and squeeze his martial arts potential.

"Hoohoho!"

The sudden increase in power will explode the eight meridians of the right protector of the altar, and the fleshy body will explode. The veins on his forehead are densely covered, and the blood vessels outside the skin are also exposed. With him as the source, the true energy is billowing, mighty like smoke , the qi and blood that were stimulated by the medicinal power and crazily expanded also turned into a wolf smoke and swayed above the head of the right guardian of the sub-altar.

"Heretic! How can the strength obtained from outside force compare to my Luo family's blood."

From the beginning to the end, Luo Ming didn't pay attention to this right-hand protector of the same level of cultivation. The children of the aristocratic family looked at everyone as lowly ants. He put his five fingers together and turned them into a knife in his hand, sweeping away He slashed towards Fen right protector, and the strong wind roared, with a fierce aura that wanted to cut Fen altar right protector in half.

The most frightening thing is standing behind Luo Ming, the golden-armored giant reflected by the power of blood, its movements are synchronized with Luo Ming's. Unsurpassedly, he swung the golden giant sword that was as huge as the whole body, and slashed at the torso of the right guardian of the sub-altar incomparably.

"Folding Wave Palm!" The right guardian of the sub-altar pushed his hands flat, pushing his huge energy and blood, and the mighty true energy, which outlined the sound of tides rising and falling, and the sound of turbulent waves. It is an extremely exquisite and superior martial art, which can send out one's own palm power continuously and continuously like a tide.

Buzz!
The golden giant sword was invincible, fell into the endless, feminine palm like the tide of a swamp, and was stripped of the cocoon, and the sharp edge was removed by repeated blows. There was still power left, and it tilted out of Luo Ming's body crackling. Go, Luo Ming, who instantly released his true energy to protect his body, although he did not receive any substantial damage, he was still furious and roared ferociously.

"...humble... dirty... ants... bedbugs, dare to resist me... against the noble blood flowing in my body... I will trample you to death!"

In Luo Ming's hoarse voice, the insanity and madness fell into the eyes of the right guardian of the sub-altar, and for a while the latter was a little unclear who was the traitor of the Tianshengjiao.

"Folding Wave Palm! The waves are overwhelming!"

Ding Xinshen divided the right guardian of the altar, and sneered at the corner of his mouth. He wanted to take advantage of the time when the aristocratic child in front of him was yelling and losing his mind, and sent out his strongest blow. The next ray of innate energy allowed him to ascend to the heavens in one step and become the innate realm!

Bang bang bang!Boom boom boom!
The arm muscles agitated, and the internal energy of the whole body was pushed to the extreme, causing blood to flow from the nostrils, eyes, ears, and mouth. Strength, one layer after another, the power is like a big wave.

"Lowly, lowly bug..."

Luo Ming raised his head high, looking down with contempt for the right protector of the sub-altar.

"Big Luo Divine Fist!"

Fang Ping, who was watching the battle, had hairs on his body standing on end. Luo Ming's fists turned into gold, shining brightly. A torrent of palm force like a big wave, with undiminished power, blasted towards the head of the right guardian of the sub-altar.

"... What kind of boxing, aristocratic martial arts?" The right guardian of the sub-altar whirled under his feet, moving around, not daring to face the fist as bright as the sun head-on.

However, Luo Ming's speed was faster, his feet were shining brightly, he stepped ten feet away and came to the target, he raised his fist and boomed, and the right guardian of the altar who couldn't escape, his true energy circulated his whole body and slapped his palm, instantly When they collided, the two of them were sent flying by a huge wave.

Lose both?certainly not.

Luo Ming, who flew upside down, was radiant, grinning wildly, while the protector, who had been punched by him, collapsed and lay on the ground in the distance covered in blood.

"Bedbugs can never be compared with the Kunpeng soaring in the nine heavens!"

Luo Ming laughed wildly and flamboyantly, as if he was a winner.

"That punch fused into the power of his blood."

Fang Jing calmly thought about who would have a better chance of winning when he and Luo Ming were fighting at this moment.

There was a wave of unrest and another wave, there was a deafening sound from a distance, the rocks exploded, and the ground collapsed. Two figures appeared in the ruins and rocks, one was the violent Baishan, and the other was the branch altar covered in black veins. host.

The two of them fought physically for hundreds of rounds in this short period of time. The indestructible bodies of each other were covered with wounds, but their momentum was not at all sluggish.

"Trash! You lost so quickly after taking the magic elixir bestowed by the altar master."

The altar master glanced at the seriously injured right protector, his eyes were full of disappointment. He didn't expect the right protector to defeat the son of the aristocratic family with the power of blood flowing in his body. Baishan is a great enemy of the same rank.

Who would have thought that Protector You would be defeated so quickly, if the disciples of that family were to sweep the formation from the side, he would have to devote some of his energy to it.

"Oh? Your Excellency is worried that I will help you?" Luo Ming was keenly aware of the altar master's worries, "Then you are thinking too much. Senior Baishan is highly respected and powerful. How could I, a junior, help me?"

"Of course the old man doesn't need you to help me!" Bai Shan retorted with a beard and a stare, and then used all his strength.

The phantom of the green dragon and the phantom of the tiger that the altar master shattered were re-condensed outside the two arms of Baishan. The roar of tigers resounds throughout the world.

The altar master realized that the old guy was going to do his best, and he had no time to procrastinate with the old guy at the time of life and death, so he went up to Baishan with some kind of secret method in his heart, and the two of them fought together and carried out the final battle competition.

(End of this chapter)