Martial arts start from the visualization of tortoise breathing

Chapter 240; The fire of the prairie fire, the power of the mysterious soldiers [[-] words]

Night recedes, dawn rises.

There is still a humid breath in the air, and the flowers, plants and trees are covered with dew and hoarfrost.

Fang Ping squatted on a branch thick as thick as a bowl, and did not move all night. During this period, three men in black walked past him, but none of them found his trace, but Fang Ping knew in his heart that these No matter what the purpose of the guy is, or who sent it, he will not give up easily until he succeeds.

Fang Ping's best solution at present is to respond to all changes with the same, boil!
The superb physical strength made Fang Ping's vitality so strong and exuberant that it was unparalleled in the world and shocked the world. He could not eat or drink for several months, and at most he would become weak and not die.

"Heaven kills the earth, demons and ghosts..."

"Organized and disciplined, so that woman obeys orders and obeys the horse's leader!"

"This matter is definitely related to Tantai Qingluo, but if it is really related to her, she deliberately framed me and put me to death, then..." Fang Ping clenched his fists, hoping that his mother and sister would not accident.

As the days passed, Fang Ping squatted on a tree and watched the change of day and night, and everything changed.

But this is the ninth day, and the accident happened.

Smoke rose in the distance.

The raging flames engulfed the vast forest like a fire dragon.

Fang Ping: "..."

This is to force someone from the other party to a dead end.

If this is the case, there is only one way to go.

Fang Ping jumped off the tree trunk as thick as the mouth of a bowl, and ran towards the direction where the fire hadn't caught fire. Not far away, two figures in black tights and bamboo hats blocked the front.

"Jie Jie Jie, it's really not easy to catch you kid!" The man in black on the left said with a strange and cold voice.

The man in black on the right didn't say a word, and sent a signal like a firework into the sky.

"die!"

Fang Ping rushed to the two people in front, he had to fight his way out before the other men in black arrived here.

That might still have a chance.

"The fourth change of Heaven and Human Realm? You step back first, and I want to break this kid's limbs!"

The man in black on the left snorted, his murderous aura was overwhelming, and the burst of martial arts aura reached the eighth transformation of the heaven-human realm. It turned into a fiery furnace of qi and blood that was as hot as a volcano and bright red as jade, rendering the entire radius of hundreds of feet dark red.

With a kick, he slammed his palm at Fang Ping, pouring out powerful and powerful energy, tearing the ground apart!

Fang Ping should do his best, the true blood state is activated, and the golden true blood is swimming in the blood vessels of his body, but he heard the blood rushing like a river, Fang Ping's body swelled rapidly, and he was raised to a height as if blown by the wind. Zhang, there is white steam gushing from under the pores, golden blood light lingers on the body surface, and a big sun of qi and blood rising above the head is as dazzling as the sun in the sky, burning the sky and boiling the sea!
"This is... an abnormality of Qi and blood? How could there be such an abnormality of Qi and blood?" The black-clothed man on the spot widened his eyes.

As we all know, there are nine changes in the Heaven-Human Realm, the first three changes can condense blood into a thin veil, and the fourth change in the Heaven-Human Realm can be like a dragon. , the ninth change can evolve into a vision of a furnace of qi and blood. The great sun of qi and blood rising above Fang Ping's head is something that has never been heard or seen before.

What was even more unbelievable was that the scorching heat that spread from that round of qi and blood sun reached a terrifying level, and the moment the qi and blood sun rose, it actually brought a sense of pressure to the man in black.

"I am the eighth transformation of the Heavenly Human Realm, but was suppressed by a junior of the fourth transformation of the Heavenly Human Realm?" The man in black suddenly realized something. What appeared in his eyes was probably a person who had broken the martial arts system. A strange evildoer in shackles.

The man in black who yelled and twisted Fang Ping's limbs also came to his senses. The scorching air waves that swept towards him hit the outside of his body, bringing a clear and incomparable burning pain. A little bit, "Okay! Monsters, right? I like monsters! I'll kill you!"

Amidst the roar, the man in black roared furiously, venting his immense true energy.

Fang Ping greeted him with a punch, fists and palms collided, the ground cracked, waves surged into the sky, Fang Ping flew upside down, but he condensed the "Turtle's Breath Yuanjia" at the very moment!
The three-inch-thick "Turtle-breathing Yuanjia" is azure blue, as gorgeous and magnificent as a jeweled brocade robe, with a jagged surface, like the ups and downs of the sea, which absorbs and offsets most of Fang Ping's strength. After landing The muscles in Fang Ping's legs exploded to the point that his clothes were torn apart, and his body flew towards the man in black like a rainbow.

"True Qi Chengjia?! You really are a monster, but the gap in realm is your qi and blood phenomenon, can you be able to make up for the gap in the realm?" The man in black was frightened, but he was still confident that he could control it. I have to live with Fang Ping!
Fang Ping can compete with it for one or two years, which is already very impressive, and it is absolutely impossible to go backwards!
"Destroyer Palm!"

Pushing the internal force of the dantian with both palms, the man in black released a domineering palm strength, layer upon layer, densely packed, like overwhelming mountains and seas, covering the void with turbulent waves.

Fang Ping was unmoved, he put his hand into the sword case wrapped in black cloth behind his back, drew the sword, and slashed horizontally, all in one go, without any muddy water, and the moment the long sword was struck, the hilt was already A large number of bloody lines stretched out and penetrated into the blood vessels of Fang Ping's arm, devouring Fang Ping's vitality!

With the nourishment of this vitality, the thirteen vertical pupil eyeballs that were closed outside the sword body opened two one after another.

"Innate Profound Armament?"

The man in black froze his body in disbelief, opened the blade of the sword with two vertical pupils, filled with a demonic and hostile aura that frightened ghosts and weeping gods, and dragged him into the mountain of corpses and sea of ​​blood in a trance. Going into purgatory, being locked in by those two vertical pupils dripping with bright red blood, there is also a throbbing of the soul about to come out of the body.

Shark-toothed sword blade, life-threatening, invincible, and the sharpness of the beating edge is indescribable.

Fang Ping put all his eggs in one basket, attached the artistic conception of the way of the sword and the way of the sword to the Xiantian Xuanbing, and his energy was also volatilized to the extreme. He was like a mountain and a river, and he slashed down with his sword. With the momentum of breaking bamboo, the tofu was cut open and filled the void. internal force of the palm.

"Get away!" The man in black shouted not far away.

"I..." The soul of the man in black was all alive, and his face under the mask of the bamboo hat was twisted into a ball.

He didn't know that the Xiantian Xuanbing could not be resisted by flesh and blood, but it was too late, he instinctively stretched out his palm, and the inner force gathered in the palm attacked the shark-toothed sword that was slashing at him.

Chi Chi Chi

Heart-piercing pain hit like a tide.

The palm of the man in black, as hard as steel, was split in two by the shark-toothed blade. Several fingers fell off. He retreated, but his body was still attached to the artistic conception of the Dao of the Sword, and the tip of the sword in the artistic conception of the Dao of the Sword cut a bloody gash.

"It's only a little bit..." Fang Ping sighed in disappointment. After all, the opponent is the innate powerhouse of the eighth transformation of the Heavenly Human Realm. Even with the innate profound weapon in hand, it is not so easy to kill the opponent by surprise. of.

"My hand! My hand!"

The man in black, who had escaped and returned to his companion, roared tremblingly.

He mobilized qi, blood, and essence in an attempt to heal the wounds outside his body, but the hostility contained in the innate mysterious weapon penetrated into his bones and ate into his internal organs, and his extraordinary meridians made it impossible for his wounds to heal.

"Congenital Xuanbing! The intelligence didn't say that this kid has Xiantian Xuanbing!" The man in black glanced at his companion's injury. be greatly affected.

"Kill!" Fang Ping rushed out with his sword in hand, two of them stood in the way, one of them became useless and could not pose much of a threat, and the other was left. Fang Ping relied on the innate profound weapons to force him back, and he didn't want to fight, so he ran straight to the mountain the other end.

"Is it possible to get away?" The man in black knew that the innate profound weapons were invincible, and it would be difficult for flesh and blood to overwhelm them, but as long as he held Fang Ping for an hour or three quarters, his companions could arrive here.

After chasing for half an hour like this, every time Fang Ping turned around, the man in black would keep a distance, and when he swept forward, the man in black would chase after him closely. Fang Ping really had no choice but to take him.

When he came to an open space, Fang Ping did not escape. Behind the tree in front of him, he stepped out a jade foot. Under the exquisite snow-white jade foot, he stepped on a black jade shoe. On his ankle was a black stocking in the shape of a fishnet. Further up is the slender waist that can be held with one hand...

"Master Xuanpo!" The man in black, who had been chasing Fang Ping for a long time, let out a long breath, and made a series respectfully, saying: "This son holds the Xiantian Xuanbing in his hand, and his martial arts cultivation is also unparalleled. The posture of a martial saint! Don't be careless."

Whoosh!Whoosh!
Several men in black, wearing black tights and bamboo hats, landed here one after another, and surrounded Fang Ping from different angles. Fang Ping looked like a bug caught in a spider's web, with no way to heaven or earth. .

"Little bastard, why don't you run away!" The man in black, who had been severely injured by Fang Ping, chased after him with eyes full of resentment, and gasped, "I will torture you with my own hands, so that you will not be able to live or die! "

Fang Ping squinted his eyes and didn't take it seriously. In fact, if there were only a few men in black present, he would still have a chance if he risked his life, but that woman...

"Xuanpo? Is it this woman's name? It doesn't look like it, it should be just a code name."

The tortoise-breathing Yuanjia flowed outside Fang Ping's body, and the calm golden blood in his veins boiled again. In response to his will, the Xiantian Xuanbing in his hand let out a cry that pierced gold and cracked stones, as if weeping.

"Xiantian Xuanbing..." Xuan Po's eyes were cold, and he looked at the long sword in Fang Ping's hand with two vertical pupils opened in surprise. Xiantian Xuanbing is rare in the world, and there are not many in Yanzhou. , "This is an accident..."

(End of this chapter)