Martial arts start from the visualization of tortoise breathing

Chapter 189;

The soft and peaceful moonlight suddenly became icy cold.

The corpse in the pool of blood was a pseudo-innate-level strongman, who could be regarded as a top-notch expert in Jianghu, but such a top-level expert, under Fang Ping's attack, did not survive a round and died He fell into a pool of blood on the spot.

In the distance, hundreds of people from the rivers and lakes were silent, and many people were shocked and speechless.

"Be careful, this kid's combat power is extraordinary!"

"That's right, the one who can subdue the Xiantian Xuanbing must have the appearance of a monster!"

More than a dozen pseudo-innate-level experts looked at each other and realized the reality, that is, what they were going to face was not an ordinary warrior, but a vicious monster covered in thorns.

"Burning God's Palm!" A pseudo-Innate Realm powerhouse attacked Fang Ping first. The print on his palm was as red as a branding iron, and the scorching true energy gushed out like a tide. The terrifying temperature could boil a pool of clear water mist.

At the scene, more than a dozen pseudo-innate-level powerhouses followed closely behind, and they practiced different martial arts.

Bang bang bang!Boom boom boom!
Sword Qi, Sword Qi, Fist Strength, Palm Strength.

The offensive of more than a dozen pseudo-innate-level powerhouses attacked Fang Ping's body from all directions, and the ground where Fang Ping was located collapsed and sank under the unbearable weight.The waves of sand and gravel blowing up would overturn the boundless land. When the dust and ashes dispersed, Fang Ping stood there unscathed. armor.

The transparent armor, dotted with brilliant blue patterns like jewels, covered Fang Ping's body with jagged rays, blocking the attacks of more than a dozen fake innate realm experts for him.

To be honest, Fang Ping didn't pay attention to the dozen or so pseudo-innate-level powerhouses from the beginning to the end.

The tortoise's breath zhenqi bred by the superb tortoise's breath exhalation technique, after condensing into the "mist true qi armor", the defense power has reached an unimaginable stage, just like the old man in yellow robe outside the Wuluozong ruins. Such a congenital powerhouse who has just entered the congenital realm would not be able to break through the "mist true energy armor" that Fang Ping condensed today.

The gap in strength was clear at a glance. The dozens of pseudo-innate-level powerhouses couldn't hurt Fang Ping at all, and when Fang Ping made a move, the world trembled as if possessed by a god or demon.

I saw Fang Ping disappear in place. When he appeared, he stretched out his right hand and grabbed the throat of a pseudo-innate strong man. The latter wanted to escape, but how could he escape? A bloody, hot throat.

When he turned around, Fang Ping pounced on the next target. His palm was like a knife, and he slashed down with the intention of a knife. There was a half-foot-long bloody gash on the body of the pseudo-Innate Realm expert below. Intestines flowed all over the place.

"monster!"

"In front of him, the strong pseudo-innate realm is as fragile as a child. Is this evildoer still a human?"

The hundreds of Jianghu people in the distance were not only shocked, but those with brains were already oiled on the soles of their feet and slipped away.

"Ice Power!"

This is an old man in green clothes. His true energy is as piercing as ten thousand years of ice. After it is emitted, it freezes the "mist true energy armor" outside Fang Ping's body tens of meters away.

Chi Chi Chi

The "foggy true qi armor" that can resist all attacks, rebound, absorb, and dissolve the inner force of true qi freezes quickly on the surface, but it just falls off in an instant, as if it is flowing water, which cannot be frozen.

"How could it be that this old man has cultivated this "Ice Strength" for 40 years. Generally, martial artists of the same level can't hold a few breaths under my "Ice Strength". How did he cultivate to this level at such a young age?" The old man in Tsing Yi's eyes widened in disbelief, and then he saw Fang Ping go on a rampage, knocking down two fake Innate Realm powerhouses along the way, and rushed to him.

The strength of the old man in Tsing Yi can be regarded as one of the strongest among the seventeen Pseudo-Innate Realm powerhouses, but seeing Fang Ping's majestic figure rushing towards his eyes, his face was ashen with fright, his blood was congealed, and his mouth Begging for mercy in a panic; "...Misunderstanding, this is all a misunderstanding...The old man will leave immediately."

"Let's go now, don't you think it's too late?" Fang Ping used his body as a furnace to nourish all kinds of scriptures. His body was shining brightly, and the golden blood in his body was about to move, ready to swim all over his body at any time. He swept out with a knife in his hand, carrying The artistic conception of the sword, the artistic conception of the sword.

Ordinary warriors can only comprehend one kind of artistic conception in their whole life. Warriors who can comprehend multiple artistic conceptions are rare. Fang Ping is also able to comprehend three kinds of artistic conception by relying on the astonishing health-preserving technique of raising stoves. The artistic conception of martial arts.

Wow

The palm that fell into the eyes of the old man in Tsing Yi seemed not to be made of flesh and blood, but a heavenly sword that shattered the sky and broke the earth with one mouthful. The old man in Tsing Yi circulated his whole body of true energy to resist, but he did not block the force of the blow, which tore his body apart.

When the wind blew, half of the body of the old man in blue fell to the left and half to the right.

Just like that, Fang Ping beheaded another pseudo-innate-level expert.

"Invincible!" A pseudo-Innate Realm powerhouse turned pale, gave up his dignity and fled into the depths of the night.

Fang Ping chased after him, and returned to the original place with a head in his hand in the blink of an eye.

"This kid wants to kill them all?"

A pseudo-Innate Realm expert asked while swallowing his saliva.

"Little brother...the god is majestic, and his combat power is unmatched. Tonight, I was deceived by lard. Please, little brother, hold your hand high and let me go."

The pseudo-innate-level strongman lowered his head greedily and fearful of death, begging Fang Ping to give him a way out.

Fang Ping shook his head indifferently, he had to compare his heart with his heart in everything, and if Fang Ping fell into a disadvantage and became a prisoner, would these guys feel pity and hold their hands high?

"That is to say, you really want to kill them all, leaving no room?"

"Fight him!"

A pseudo-innate-level expert waved a steel knife hoarsely. Layers of knife energy rolled towards Fang Ping like a wave. A lot of ripples were created, but they couldn't break through the defense of the "foggy true energy armor", everything was in vain.

Fang Pingru was wearing an armor that was invulnerable to swords, guns, water and fire, and walked forward in the storm. He approached the pseudo-innate realm powerhouse a few steps away, twisted the opponent's neck, grabbed the steel knife in his hand, and held it in his hand. Kneading the iron lump like a ball of paper, threw it towards a pseudo-innate-level strong man in the distance.

The pseudo-innate-level powerhouse who escaped the iron lump looked up and saw a big hand slapped on his celestial spirit cover like a mountain pressing down on him.

"Flee separately!"

The few pseudo-innate realm experts who were alive fled in different directions tacitly.

Fang Ping disappeared in place without saying a word, and returned to the place covered in blood after a while.

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(End of this chapter)