Martial arts start from the visualization of tortoise breathing

Chapter 22;

In a dark and damp room in the arena.

A man with a cold face and torch eyes was wiping the long knife in his hand inch by inch, as focused as he was stroking a peerless beauty.

A strong bloody aura permeated the dark red blade, exactly the same as the man's aura.

Suddenly the gate opened, the man raised his head, and whispered excitedly towards the long knife in his hand: "Kill one more, and there will be 100 people!"

What he practiced was the bloody saber technique, which is bloody and fierce, and needs to constantly accumulate evil spirits in the killing.

Up to now, the man has killed 99 people with the long knife in his hand, all of them are high-rank warriors, including two eight-rank warriors.

Walking out of the gate, the man stood in the arena where everyone was looking forward to. He also saw his opponent, a man wearing a bull's head mask, whose body and physique were not inferior to his own.

"The Crazy Knife is here!"

"The bull demon is dead. Crazy Saber has the strength of the eighth grade of martial arts, and there is also a terrifying sword martial arts. He has won 32 games in a row in the arena."

"The Bull Demon should also be an eighth-rank martial artist. It can be seen from the fact that he easily killed two giant gray wolves, but compared with Crazy Saber, it is still a little bit worse."

There were constant whispers in the auditorium, and most people thought that Crazy Saber had a better chance of winning.

Fang Ping observed his opponent with bright eyes.

He can judge a person's martial arts cultivation base from breathing, as long as the strength is not too different.

This Crazy Saber is indeed the strength of the eighth rank of martial arts, stronger than the escorts of the eighth rank of martial arts in the Fuwei Escort, with the bloody evil spirit tempered in the killing, this is a person who has never experienced life and death The entry-level warriors who fight are incomparable.

"What's the name?" Kuang Dao, who didn't hide his appearance, opened his mouth in a cold voice.

"Bull Devil." Fang Ping said the nickname that the arena had drawn up for him.

"Okay! I will not kill the unknown, so don't let me down."

The mad knife swept out, and he crossed a distance of tens of meters in an instant.

Surrounded by a strong evil spirit, he rushed to the front and back of Fang Ping's body, and the mad knife raised the dark long knife and slashed at Fang Ping's face.

Neither strength nor speed can be parried by a ninth-rank warrior, and the bloody evil spirit rushing towards his face can also break the mind of an ordinary warrior.

when!
Boom boom boom!
Fang Ping also held the knife in his hand, and faced the blade that was slashing at his head calmly, exploding a series of air waves and metal clashing sounds.

"This is just the beginning!" Crazy Knife cracked his mouth and smiled, and the dark red long knife spun fast to form a big net that enveloped Fang Ping, true and false, false and real, like a mouth full of blood, trying to swallow Fang Ping .

But this change fell into Fang Ping's eyes, and it was slowed down a lot.

The sound of clanging irons echoed densely in the arena like raindrops. Frenzied Saber's aggressive onslaught lasted more than a dozen rounds, but was resolved by Fang Ping without any risk.

After being knocked back a few meters, Kuang Dao looked mad, his eyes were red and he roared angrily: "Kill!"

He directly performed the bloody knife technique, and there was a red mist of evil spirit around the dark red knife body, as if soaked in blood, Fang Ping stepped back step by step, and some wounds appeared on his face, arms, and chest one after another.

Not fatal, but blood was shed.

Kuang Dao laughed ferociously, the situation was already under his control, and he would be sure to kill Fang Ping in just one hour and three quarters.

"It's a pity, this bull demon is about to lose."

……

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Crazy Saber became more and more courageous, and suppressed Fang Ping to the corner.

The frenzied blood knife technique was used to the extreme, there was a buzzing sound wherever the blade passed, and the woven knife net, layer upon layer, covered Fang Ping from head to toe, just like throwing a stone into it It will also instantly turn into smashed pieces.

"Strong!"

Fang Ping's eyes froze, he could no longer hold back.

Breathing out with a big mouth, Fang Ping mobilized the pores all over his body, swallowed air together with his mouth and nose, and activated his muscles and bones.

An incredible scene happened, Fang Ping's body became red, like a red-hot kettle, and a lot of steam came out from the pores.

The qi and blood in Fang Ping's blood vessels surged several times stronger, and for a while, Fang Ping's strength and speed all had a terrifying increase.

"What the hell?"

Crazy Saber paused for a moment, and Fang Ping's changes fell into his eyes, which was really hard to understand.

"It's my turn."

Fang Ping slashed out with a knife, a straightforward knife without any fancy, the pouring force was like overwhelming mountains, repelling the mad knife like a stormy sea.

"how come……"

Kuang Dao was horrified, his arm was numb, and the long knife almost dropped from his hand.

The pores cooperate with the mouth and nose to breathe together, and Fang Ping's blood, strength, and speed need to increase dramatically, but the load is also huge.

Even with an eighth-rank iron bone physique, Fang Ping could still feel the pain that his body was about to be torn apart, and his blood vessels were about to explode. He wanted to end this battle as soon as possible.

In front of the bully, Fang Ping didn't give his opponent a chance to breathe, and smashed down one after another. The long knife fell into Fang Ping's hands and turned into a heavy hammer.

when!when!when!when!
He gave up all kinds of changes, and purely used terrifying power to bombard Frenzied Saber with one force for ten times and one force to break ten thousand spells.

"No! This is impossible! How could the eighth grade of martial arts have such a level of power..."

Crazy Saber received Fang Ping's more than a dozen slashes with a face as pale as death, and his arm had already lost feeling, half of his body was numb, and the tiger's mouth was bleeding profusely.

"last blow!"

Fang Ping let out a long breath, and instead held the saber with both hands, he leaped up and slashed towards the mad saber. The dead souls of the latter parried, separated one arm from the elbow, and threw it flying more than ten meters away. Far.

"Don't kill me...I admit defeat...I admit defeat."

Frenzy Knife lay on the ground with a pale complexion, and shouted in his mouth.

Fang Ping ignored it, shook his arm, the blade cut through the flesh and blood, and cut a line of blood on Frenzied Knife's throat. After gradually expanding, the picture presented in the arena was the scene of Frenzied Knife's head falling to the ground.

"Won?"

"Oh my god, what kind of monster is he? Crazy Saber is no ordinary eighth-rank warrior. What kind of monster is this bull demon!"

The unexpected result caused the arena to ebb and flow.

"If I hadn't mastered the ability to breathe through the pores, I might be the one lying in a pool of blood now."

"The pores work together with the mouth and nose, and the power produced by the "Turtle Breath Breathing Technique" is also amazing. Who would have thought that a health-preserving exercise has such miraculous features?"

After returning to normal state, Fang Ping, who had dissipated the red steam from his body, walked through the gate and the stairs to the reception room of the arena.

The receptionist who arranged Fang Ping's opponent was as shocked as seeing a ghost when he saw Fang Ping return from victory.

"As for the agreed money, didn't you say that if you win this crazy knife, the bonus will be no less than 50 taels?"

Fang Ping shouted in a thunderous voice.

"Ah... yes..."

The receptionist did not dare to delay and took the bank note; "50 taels, please order some, Master Niu. There are also people who want to see you, Master Niu."

"No see." Fang Ping took the bank note and planned to leave the arena. When he will come next time, it depends on when he is free.

(End of this chapter)