Martial arts start from the visualization of tortoise breathing

Chapter 32;

The two thieves who rushed towards Fang Ping in the chaos rode on horseback, looking down at Fang Ping's excited and ferocious face, and uttered a symbolic howl of ghosts and wolves.

When he was approaching three feet in front of Fang Ping very quickly, the bandit in front of him raised his long knife mercilessly. His movements were swift, and the knife was like a waterfall. It seemed that more than one life had been stained on his hand.

"Banmen get an axe!"

Fang Ping dodged the oncoming long knife in a flash, jumped on the ground, and landed on the horse behind the bandit like fluff in the wind. Before the bandit turned around, Fang Ping put both palms on the bandit's back. The sides of the big man's head turned slightly like twisting a bottle cap.

The bandit's neck was broken, and his head was dislocated and twisted towards Fang Ping, with surprise and fear remaining on his face.

The danger has not been lifted.

Fang Ping, who dealt with a bandit lightly, tapped his toe lightly, caught the eyes of the bandit behind him, and rushed towards him like a golden-winged roc.

The somewhat ugly bandit waved his long knife in a panic, trying to force Fang Ping back.

"call--"

Fang Ping exhaled heavily, and performed the "Turtle's Breath Breathing Technique", everything around him became clear and slowed down.

Stretching out his left hand, he clasped the slashing and dancing long knife impartially, followed by his right hand, and the bandit on horseback flew a few meters away. His chest was sunken and he spit out a few mouthfuls of blood before losing his breath.

"it is good!"

Not far away, seeing Fang Ping, Bai Yunfei killed the two thieves attacking him without delay and applauded again and again.

He was a little worried just now, afraid that Fang Ping, who had never experienced a battle, would be paralyzed in fright in this big scene.

Many entry-level warriors who have not experienced slaughter have this problem. They are clearly stronger than ordinary people in terms of strength and physique, but once they fall into the shadow of death and see the scene of blood and flesh flying everywhere, they don't know what to do .

"kill!"

Ignoring Bai Yunfei's cheers, Fang Ping picked up the long knife on the ground, and weaved through the crowd. In less than ten breaths, he killed five thieves with vigor.

"Stand back, I'll kill this kid!"

Fang Ping's figure attracted a thief who had entered the rank.

The man swooped down from the horse, and the hungry tiger rushed to close the distance with Fang Ping.

puff!
He was answered with a large handful of lime powder.

"Ah... despicable!"

The entry-level thief stopped, staggered back, and cursed.

puff!
puff!
Fang Ping added two handfuls of lime powder in succession, sealing the mouth of the thief at the entrance, and covering up his sight.

The body shot out and landed in front of the entry-level thief Kou, five fingers as hard as iron grabbed the entry-level thief Kou's throat, pulled and pulled, and tore off the entry-level thief Kou's throat .

Feeling the warmth of blood coming from his hand, Fang Ping let out a long breath, looked all around, and looked around: "Entry warriors are nothing more than that! Who dares to fight me!"

All the thieves:? ? ?

Everyone in the Escort:? ? ?
Is it reasonable for you kid to throw lime powder?
Bai Yunfei was stunned, recalling that night, Fang Ping also lost Zhao Biaotou, and Wang Biaotou had lime powder on his face, he never imagined that he was still carrying such a magical weapon today.

"Good quality and cheap, available everywhere, it seems that I have to prepare some with me."

Thinking like this, Bai Yunfei killed a high-grade thief, moved behind Fang Ping, and asked, "Is there any more? Give me some!"

"Not much." Fang Ping took off a palm-sized cloth bag and stuffed it into Bai Yunfei's hand.

Bai Yunfei looked down, good guy, Fang Ping had a lime bag wrapped around his waist, which weighed around ten catties.

call out!call out!
In the distance, more than a dozen thieves opened their bows and drew their strings, shooting and killing everyone in the Escort from a long distance, and a few arrows flew towards Fang Ping and Bai Yunfei.

"Dogs! I'm going to kill them!"

Bai Yunfei looked serious. Long-range weapons such as bows and arrows can require ordinary people to shoot and kill high-grade warriors. If they don't deal with more than a dozen thieves using bows and arrows, the combat power of the Escort will be greatly reduced.

Fang Ping also knew this, and he moved behind Bai Yunfei.

"Boom!"

With a sledgehammer weighing more than a hundred catties, attached to a chain, Fang Ping and Bai Yunfei's figures were forced back by sweeping thousands of troops.

The bald man who appeared in front of him was full of muscles, and his eyes were like copper bells. He was a warrior of the Iron Bone Realm.

Two high-grade thieves rushed up from behind, staring at Fang Ping.

puff!
puff!
Like a tacit understanding, Fang Ping threw a large amount of lime powder at the two thieves, and Bai Yunfei threw a large amount of lime powder at the bald man. The effect was still immediate, giving them an opportunity.

Fang Ping took a step forward and blasted out his right fist, which knocked away an entry-level bandit with his arms shielding his chest, but Fang Ping had already used the power of the eighth-level Iron Bone Realm, and he interrupted it with one punch. The arms of the imported thieves.

The entry-level thief next to him was shocked, and hurriedly touched his body, but he couldn't find any hidden weapons such as lime. He is a bandit, and a knife in his hand is enough. How could he have thought that he would meet Fang Ping one day? No. [-] young and promising martial arts practitioner.

"Despicable villain! The Fuwei Escort Bureau is in vain, why did you two despicable and shameless villains come out!"

The bald man with a layer of lime powder on his face also suffered from Bai Yunfei's slap, and while cursing, mustered his courage to fight with Bai Yunfei.

far away.

The dust was flying, and the air waves rolled several meters high.

The two figures confronting each other are Zheng Jinshan, the chief escort, and Zhou Yan, the one-eyed golden sword.

Both of them are masters of the third rank, and their every move is followed by a thousand catties of divine power. The ground was torn apart like tofu dregs when they collided, collapsing and cracking.

Zheng Jinshan's martial arts cultivation is a line higher, but he is nearly [-] years old, and his energy, blood and physical strength are not as good as Zhou Yan, who is in his prime. Who wins and who loses.

boom!
After an earth-shattering fist and palm intersect, the two separated a certain distance, each panting, sucking in the air, trying to calm down the rushing blood in the body as quickly as possible.

"Okay! I underestimate you, an old thing! But I can afford it, can you afford it?" Zhou Yan calmed down the surging blood first, which is the benefit of being young.

Before the age of 20, it was the golden age of a warrior, and before the age of 40, it was also the peak period, but once he passed the age of 60, both his potential and physical strength entered a period of decline, and Zheng Jinshan was almost a [-]-year-old old comrade.

"Who will die, especially unknown. I, Zheng Jinshan, have traveled all over the world for dozens of years. I have never experienced any kind of turbulent waves. If you want to consume me to death, I will drag you to die with me!"

Zheng Jinshan's face was fierce, showing his attitude.

"Golden Saber Slashing Flood Dragon!"

Zhou Yan no longer fought with Zheng Jinshan. Qi and blood flowed through the meridians, and the power gushing out from the orifices was invisible and qualitative.

True energy was attached to the golden-backed machete, and the shadows of the continuous cuts were superimposed together, forming a shape as fierce as a storm. Facing this powerful offensive, Zheng Jinshan did not put up a posture to mobilize his true energy.

boom!
Bang!Bang!Bang!
The dense zhenqi knife shadows were smashed into fragments by Zheng Jinshan's Zhenqi fist with overwhelming momentum. During this period, there was a gap, and Zheng Jinshan, who shattered a large number of knife shadows, was exhausted for a moment. He rushed forward with a golden back machete.

The gold-backed machete weighing hundreds of catties was swept out, intending to cut Zheng Jinshan in half.

Misfortunes are in vain.

Zheng Jinshan's throat squirmed out a thumbnail-sized hidden weapon similar to a jujube pit and shaped like a diamond.

The hidden weapon wrapped with true energy and internal energy had an astonishing speed and extraordinary penetrating power. Zhou Yan was caught off guard when he hit it.

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(End of this chapter)