Martial arts start from the visualization of tortoise breathing

Chapter 153;
Smoke and dust billowed and gravel flew.

After a few breaths, the yellow-robed old man who was thrown flying more than [-] meters away came out of the ruins hole he smashed out with disheveled hair, and was punched by Fang Ping in the face. One eyeball was shattered, more than one tooth was broken, and the head was also dull and swollen.

The strength of Fang Ping's punch can definitely smash mountains and stones and temples. The old man in yellow robe was not headed off by a punch because he is a super strong man in the innate realm, and he has "innate energy" in his body to protect his body .

But also because of this, the expression of the yellow-robed old man became extremely crazy, and the ruptured eyeballs were bleeding out of the eye sockets. Coupled with the ferocious face that chose to devour others, it was like a ghost coming out of the depths of hell.

"...you...how dare...injure the old man like this...I'm going to kill you! I'll skin you and cramp you, cut you into pieces!" The roar full of murderous intent and resentment spread hysterically all over the place. Ten miles away.

Fang Ping didn't panic when he felt the murderous intent emanating from the extreme anger of the yellow-robed old man.

At this moment in Fang Ping, the ball of golden true blood in his heart was swimming all over his body, bringing Fang Ping endless power. With a layer of indescribably golden holy light, even his stature was once again elevated by a foot, already approaching three meters high.

The young man who appeared in the eyes of the yellow-robed old man looked like a demon, covered with golden light, his body was red, and his body was surrounded by white steam. It was hot and hot, and the life energy emitted by each breath, the vast blood, let him unconsciously let him go. Doubts arose in people's hearts, even martial arts masters in the innate realm do not have such extraordinary life energy.

But it doesn't matter anymore, the yellow-robed old man just wants to eat the boy who smashed half of his face and destroyed one eye.One must know that even warriors in the "Innate Realm" do not have the ability to regenerate their limbs, not to mention losing one eye. Such a tragic injury made the yellow robed old man completely angry.

"Go to hell!" The yellow-robed old man rushed towards the young man like lightning.

"The innate realm is not invincible." Seeing the irrational old man in yellow robe with blood all over his face, Fang Ping became more and more calm. He moved his body, his back spine groaned, and his right fist was shining brightly, dragging him With astonishing power, he met the palm print of the old man in yellow robe, and the collision between the two created earth-shattering waves at the foot of the mountain.

More than a dozen rounds of physical combat, mixed with two strands of real energy, was like a stormy sea. Fang Ping was not at a disadvantage, but he couldn't help the old man in yellow robes. The other party was an innate warrior. "The Great Power of Heaven and Earth", although Fang Ping's body cannot be restrained, it can still restrain and squeeze Fang Ping for a moment.

After a while, the foot of the mountain was devastated, and the place where the two of them passed was torn apart. The two people in the battle, one is a young man with a figure like a god and a demon, and the other is a super strong man standing in the innate realm. The two of them punched and kicked, and every move and every move had the power to shatter mountains and rivers, and the strong pseudo-innate realm would be torn apart in an instant if they stepped forward rashly.

"Drink!" Fang Ping became more and more courageous as he fought forward, his body was as hard as a diamond, and the gorgeous "mist true energy armor" outside his body, which was as gorgeous as a brocade robe, was constantly dispelling, absorbing, and rebounding the offensive from the yellow-robed old man.

Bang bang bang!
Driven by the golden true blood, Fang Ping's whole body had inexhaustible strength, and hundreds of punches were sent out in an instant, rubbing flames several feet high in the air.

"Hunyuan Nirvana Palm!" The yellow-robed old man slapped his palm with all his true energy. The huge palm print wiped out the flames several feet high with the aura of Nirvana. The strength of his punch, which fell outside Fang Ping's body, could not break through the radiant and thin as cicada's wings armor at all.

"There is no way to go on like this..."

The yellow-robed old man gradually calmed down, and the youthful evildoer was undoubtedly exposed in this moment of martial arts fighting.

With a cultivation base of the first rank, one can break free from the confinement of the mighty power of heaven and earth. The physical strength is unparalleled in the world, and even the inner strength of true energy is so strong that it can become armored with true energy, and it is even possible to start a confrontation with an innate strong man. His courageous spirit is simply a monstrosity that is rarely seen in a hundred years. The old man in yellow robe has only seen one such person, and that is the young devil on the top of the mountain.

"Old man, die!" Fang Ping twisted his muscles and bones, and rushed forward. With his right hand and five fingers together, he turned into a knife and slashed at the shoulder of the old man in yellow robe, trying to split the old man in two. A ray of charm, invincible, unparalleled sharpness.

"Sword Intent? It's just a touch of artistic conception, not the real artistic conception!" The old man in yellow robe breathed a sigh of relief. If the young man really completely controlled a saber intent, it would be terrible. It penetrated a certain artistic conception.

Wow

The moment before the palm entwined with the breath of saber intent fell on the shoulder of the old man in yellow robe, Fang Ping's figure froze for a moment. With a beep, the old man in yellow robe appeared behind the young man aggressively, as if breaking free from the void.

The scarlet blood glow gathered in the palm of his hand and slapped Fang Ping's back.

The blood light increased sharply and was as sharp as a long sword. The hairs on Fang Ping's back stood up, and his heart changed the shape of the "fog armor" outside him. The True Qi Armor" gathered in one place like a tide and gathered behind Fang Ping. It became more than an inch thick, and its defense power was greatly improved.

"Damn it, has this evildoer actually used his true energy to such a degree?"

The bloody long thorns in the hands of the yellow-robed old man concentrated his true energy to one point, but they fell into the one-inch-thick tortoise-breathing true energy and only penetrated half an inch deep. Fang Ping also quickly In counterattack, a giant hand swollen to the size of a cattail fan was stretched out, and it grabbed the head of the yellow-robed old man like a cloud.

Buzz!
The hot air was lingering, and the big hand, which was also red in color like blood, seemed to grab the void and shatter it.

The yellow-robed old man used his movement skills, avoiding the young man's big hand like a ghost. He couldn't figure out how Fang Ping cultivated so that he could challenge a superpower like him in the innate realm.

Fang Ping raised his eyebrows, "Do you want to run away, old man? If you want to run away, you don't need to fight anymore."

At this point in the confrontation, Fang Ping boasted that his physical strength and true energy were not inferior to the innate superpower of the yellow-robed old man, but to kill the opponent, he had to explode with even stronger strength.

"What are you talking about? Escape? I won't kill you, little bastard today, and stand between heaven and earth without a face."

The mighty infuriating energy gushed out of the yellow-robed old man's body continuously, like a mountain, crushing the surrounding ground to collapse and shatter.

A force completely different from the internal energy of true energy also slowly appeared in the gestures of the yellow-robed old man. It was the "innate force" that he channeled into his body. To break through to the innate realm, acquired warriors had to attract the innate force. Only by refining the innate power can one comprehend the power of heaven and earth.

"Little bastard! You will die miserably. This old man won't leave you with even a single bone." The yellow-robed old man was furious, and the blood was profuse on the outside of his two palms. The divine howl, with a palm force as powerful as a storm, knocked Fang Ping back more than ten meters away.

(End of this chapter)