Martial arts start from the visualization of tortoise breathing

Chapter 261;
The moment Monk Xuanming was cracked and fell to the ground covered in blood, Lu Qianqiu swung his saber like a dragon, slashing out thousands of blades and drowning the old man chasing soul, causing very little damage, only inside the old man chasing soul A few bloody cuts were left, but no vitals were injured. The soul-chasing old man who protected his body with martial arts profound arts, was filled with a force field that swallowed the true energy of internal energy.

"In this battle, there will be death and no survival!"

Lu Qianqiu shouted loudly, his will resonated with the artistic conception of Dao of the Sword, and his physical body also merged with the long knife in his hand. The whole person disappeared under the sky, replaced by a torrent of sword energy tens of feet long, splitting the sky and the earth, cutting ghosts and gods He rushed towards the soul chasing old man.

Compared to the soul-chasing old man who fought with Monk Xuanming just a moment ago, his aura was already somewhat depressed. Looking at the torrent of sword aura that split the sky in two, the old man forced a mouthful of blood that welled up his throat. Congested blood, the left arm was bulging and twisted, the veins and blood vessels were bulging, and they burst open with a click, and a large cloud of blood mist rose up.

"The demon phase is disintegrated!"

Bang!Bang!Bang!
The blood mist boiled and burned like fireworks.

The torrent of saber energy slashed down, slashed and shattered in the blood mist from the explosion.

Lu Qianqiu was defeated. Like Monk Xuanming, covered in blood, he fell to the ground far away, dying.

There is not much joy on the face of the soul chasing old man. Although he won, it was a tragic victory. The price he paid was too huge. It was at the cost of paying an arm that the tragic victory was established.

It can be said that he has lost further hope for the rest of his life, and can only struggle and linger in the realm of Shenzang.

"Die! This old man wants to refine the two of you into blood pills to make up for the loss of my source of energy and blood!" The soul chasing old man frantically glanced at Lu Qianqiu, monk Xuanming, who had lost the ability to resist, like a fish on a board.

And at this moment.

On the cliff dozens of miles away.

"Can we make a move now?" the female suzerain looked into the distance and asked.

Unknowingly, she has been diverted by Fang Ping's will.

"Okay, don't hold back, one hit will kill." Fang Ping volleyed out, fell off the cliff, shuttled through the dense and primitive forest, and arrived at the vicinity of the old soul chasing man across tens of miles of rivers and mountains in a blink of an eye. , holding the Xiantian Profound Armament, sacrificed with vitality, and the thirteen eyeballs with vertical pupils branded on the outside of the sword opened sequentially.

One, two, three, four!

There are four vertical pupil eyeballs revived.

The vitality invested could completely devour the vitality of a strong person in the ninth transformation of Heaven and Human Realm, without leaving a single drop, but Fang Ping's whole body was flowing with golden true blood, and the life energy contained in the golden true blood , endlessly, just like the ancient beasts, it is more than enough to revive the four vertical pupils.

hum-

The shark-toothed sword blade was bloody, and the four opened vertical pupils also continuously flowed hot blood. As the bones turned, they locked on the soul-chasing old man not far away with vitality.

The female suzerain was the first to attack. The innate mysterious weapon in her hand was named Xuanpo. The body of the sword was pink and as thin as autumn water. , compared with the mountain of corpses and the bloodthirsty aura emanating from the Xiantian Xuanbing in Fang Ping's hands, it is completely different.

Whoosh!
An afterimage was left on the spot, and the hidden light in the body of the female patriarch was full of light, and she rushed out of the forest surrounded by inner energy. Unexpectedly, the old man who chased the soul launched a shocking attack that took away the light of Zhou Tian sword.

"You are..." The pupils of the soul-chasing old man changed greatly, and his consciousness fluttered. The pink long sword in the woman's hand, the energy fluctuations emitted, actually had a mysterious power that penetrated the flesh and cut people's hearts. The shrouded soul chasing old man instinctively wanted to dodge, but his body didn't listen, as if he was imprisoned in place.

Cut the soul!

The pink sword energy with the complete kendo artistic conception cut off the body of the soul chasing old man in the middle, separating his upper body from his lower body.

"Ahhh!"

The soul chasing old man screamed terribly.

"Wanshalou...you are the sky-level killer of Wanshalou..."

Judging the woman's identity from the woman's glamorous and mysterious temperament, clothing, and the soul-chasing old man, the wound on the waist squirmed to stop bleeding. According to the vitality of a strong man in the divine Tibetan realm, even being cut off from the waist can linger for a long time. The soul-chasing old man's desire to survive Strongly, "Don't kill me... This old man has martial arts profound skills, and... a chance to smash the sky, it is related to a martial arts giant..."

The wind and sand suddenly rose, and the blade of the sword was like a shark's teeth. Four eyeballs with vertical pupils rotated outside the body of the sword, and the blood flowed and drifted. Down.

"Innate Profound Armament!"

The soul chasing old man stared in despair, his upper body was split in two from the center of his eyebrows, he couldn't believe it before his consciousness dissipated, he couldn't accept this result, and he also wanted to understand why the news that he was hiding in Wuyang County Leaked, attracting so many masters of the rivers and lakes must have been secretly promoted by the two killers in front of you!
The two were not sure about assassinating him, so they attracted Jianghu masters who had a blood feud with him to wear down his combat power, and finally took advantage of it, but it was meaningless, so what if he figured it out, he couldn't survive.

"What did he say, he has a great opportunity, and it is related to a martial arts master?" Fang Ping stared at the corpse of the soul-chasing old man, and after confirming that there was no life, he said via voice transmission.

Tantai Qingluo nodded slightly, and she heard it too, but Fang Ping slashed the old man with a sword before anyone finished speaking. Of course, she would not blame Fang Ping. Fang Ping single-handedly planned it, not to mention that the soul-chasing old man is not an easy person. He has martial arts and profound kung fu and has practiced it for more than 300 years.

Keep the old man talking nonsense, delaying time, and there will be some kind of variable if the guarantee is not complete.

"Forget it, it's useless to think about it too much. Killing this house today can not only complete the Tianzi-level task, but also avenge the previous suzerain of Mingyue Palace. You can settle your mind." Fang Ping skillfully dealt with the soul-chasing old man. A lot of things exploded from the dead body, and they were stuffed into their pockets without careful study.

"What should they do?" Tantai Qingluo pointed to Lu Qianqiu, monk Xuanming, who was unconscious and dying.

Besides them, there are still dozens of quack masters lying there, some dead and some comatose.

"..." Fang Ping nodded, the female suzerain didn't mention him and forgot.

then.

Under the gaze of Tantai Qingluo, Fang Ping touched Monk Xuanming and Lu Qianqiu, and the dozens of masters lying on the scene did not let go, just like the old saying: Thunder, rain and dew are all favored by the king, and someone else is not The kind of people who treat each other more favorably than others.

(End of this chapter)