Two Realms: I use martial arts to ask for longevity

Chapter 120 The mouse pulls the turtle, the combination of hardness and softness
However, the old monk has cultivated to the realm of true energy and practiced body training, so his basic strength may reach 8,000 to 10,000 kilograms.

Coupled with the increase in Qi, it is generally five to ten times the attack blessing.

His attack power is about 40,000 to 50,000 jins, or 80,000 to 100,000 jins.

Of course, this kind of calculation of combat power is just a way of judging that Zhou Ping'an is accustomed to in modern society and uses numerical values ​​to measure.

In fact, in this world, there are many wonderful and secret techniques that are unreasonable.

Sometimes, it is not a strange thing to fight against the enemy across borders.

Just like Li Yuankang, if he didn't encounter the method of restraining mental attacks, his five desires would have an advantage. What's more, the King Ming's Golden Body Technique he practiced was particularly strong, and ordinary people really couldn't kill him.

Think of King Ming’s Golden Body Technique.

Zhou Ping'an looked at the old monk and his eyes became more and more strange.

He discovered the biggest problem.

It's not a question of whether you can block the opponent's attack, but whether you can break his defense?
Although there are many thoughts in my mind.

Zhou Pingan's movements didn't stop.

The sword will go away as soon as it touches it.

The wrist vibrated slightly, and the blade turned into a soft wave, passing by the edge of the old monk's palm print.

The body seemed to have no strength, and the shadow was slightly illusory, rushing behind Monk Guangming, and struck back with a knife.

"what……"

"It turned out to be you that night?"

The old monk shot it down with one palm, thinking that his true energy had solidified and blocked the air in all directions, making it difficult for the opponent to escape.

Unexpectedly, after hitting it with a palm, his hand seemed to be slippery.

The young man in front of him was like a loach, completely unable to hit the target.

The light of the sword was as soft as spring water. After reducing its strength and leveraging its strength, it turned into a flash of white light and was already slashing in front of him.

"Good sword skills."

The old monk didn't look back. He raised his right hand to the sky. His arm sank slightly and he completely put the sword in his hand.

With his left hand, he flicked his fingers lightly and deflected an autumn sword that struck like lightning.

"flutter……"

Zhou Ping'an slashed it down with one strike.

When it was chopped into the old monk's hand, it felt like it was chopped into a pile of steel ingots.

The further down you go, the more powerful the shock becomes.

The blade of the sword buzzed and trembled.

But the old monk's palms were still as smooth as jade, with a glistening golden light flowing...

"Didn't you even cut off the skin?"

Zhou Pingan's heart sank slightly.

He had very sharp eyes, and he had already seen clearly that in the lines of the old monk's palm, he had made a red mark, and the skin and flesh were slightly sunken, and the sharpness had been lost.

It's not without effect.

At least, the old monk's legs also sank, leaving two deep footprints on the dirt floor, the dirt reaching up to his feet.

Proving that the power of his sword is not completely in vain.

But the green girl who was attacking like a butterfly fluttering in front of her stabbed out with a sword, but was bounced on the sword by the old monk. She turned to one side, the sword was almost bent into an arc, her body floated, and she flew back. .

"Crack..."

Monk Guangming blocked, grabbed and bombed, showing his masterly style.

When he closed his palms, he grabbed a nail-sized gap from Zhou Ping'an's blade.

"You are so difficult to deal with at such a young age. You are really talented. I must not let you go."

The old monk was beheaded.

Although he was not injured, a slight sense of crisis arose in his heart.

He has profound Buddhist skills and his heart is like a candle. He has already sensed the murderous intention in Zhou Ping'an's heart. At this moment, Wuming moved, and a faint blood appeared in his eyes.

He half-twirled his body, took a step forward, and used his left arm like a hug, smashing the belt, using a "gold steel hammering awl" style, covering his head and face, and then blasted towards Zhou Ping'an's chest and abdomen.

He is not tall, but his momentum is fast.

Even if Zhou Ping'an's ghost footwork has reached the ninth level of perfection, in terms of straight-line speed alone, it is still weaker than him.

After all, the cultivation level is there.

With the blessing of true energy, no matter what kind of martial arts, it can turn decay into magic.

Feeling the heavy punch force, Zhou Ping'an could see through the opponent's intention at a glance.

All those who have achieved physical training skills love to fight at close quarters.

The old monk abandoned the style of releasing his true energy outwards and used long strikes to hit far away. Instead, he moved in close and charged hard, just to bully his own lack of physical strength.

He can withstand countless attacks from him, but he can't withstand one of his attacks.

Exchanging injury for injury.

Not worth it.

Various strategies and tactics flashed through Zhou Pingan's mind.

The light of his sword was slightly spread, and his figure was erratic. He dodged left and right, taking advantage of his own strength to take out all the power of the opponent's punches. Moreover, when he counterattacked with two swords, he always left as soon as he touched them and never stopped again.

The old monk charged in a straight line, like a bull, causing the air to make loud popping sounds.

Zhou Ping'an's figure was illusory, pulling out countless ghost figures, sometimes on the left, sometimes on the right, erratic.

In a short period of time, neither of them could do anything to the other.

However, visible to the naked eye, Zhou Pingan's breathing gradually became faster.

It was still a bit difficult to move with all one's strength, and to expend energy and energy to break the move.

On the other hand, the old monk moved his hands and feet in a leisurely manner. It was obvious that he had extremely long physical strength. If he just held on like this, he could fight for another hour.

There's obviously some room left.

It's not like Qingnv can't help.

Her attack could not be said to be unpleasant, nor could it be said that it was not cruel.

However, the attack power is still weak after all. Later, I only saw a yellow shadow flying around the old monk. The other party didn't block it at all. He only turned his head and flashed slightly when facing the sword light attacking his eyes.

Then, Qingnv's sword moves no longer threatened her at all.

This Red Lotus Goddess' face became darker and darker the more she was beaten, but there was nothing she could do.

She even regretted not bringing her Yao Qin with her, otherwise, she would not be so weak when Wangqing Tianyin played it.

A little bit of influence on the old monk's mind can also help Zhou Ping'an.

Just when Qing Nu was secretly worried, her eyes suddenly dimmed as she saw Zhou Ping'an's figure falling over and hitting the city wall hard, completely collapsing a small section of the city wall that had been half-collapsed before.

Smoke and dust are everywhere.

Another flash of light, like a water knife, suddenly lit up.

chi...

Amidst the sound of Shen Rui's sword, the old monk's fists shifted from attack to defense, and he quickly retreated, protecting his chest. A line of blood was already flowing out of his neck.

Amid the sound of the knife, a crisp and sweet laughter rang in his ears.

"Brother Zhou, this time, I took the first step."

That sword light was somewhat different from Zhou Ping'an's. There was softness in the hardness, hardness in the softness, and it actually produced a strange change.

The old monk's body-protecting energy was divided by this strange sword force, chopped away, and struck on his flesh, suddenly bursting out with extreme sharpness.

If the old monk hadn't felt something was wrong and retreated in time, it wouldn't have been as simple as a small bloody cut.

"The power of the Fubo Sword in the perfect state is amazing."

For the first time, the old monk's face showed a look of shock, and his murderous intent became even stronger.

He looked up and took a breath.

The short body suddenly swelled up and turned into a nine-foot tall man. The monk's robes on his body were bulging, and the golden light shone on his skin.

"It's a pity, little girl, although your sword is strong, your cultivation level is a bit low. Even the five internal organs are not perfect, so how can you stop me."

The old monk retreated and advanced again, punching like a mountain falling. This time, he attacked without blocking or blocking.

But he tried his best to beat the three people in front of him to death one by one even though he suffered some minor injuries.

"That's it."

Zhou Ping'an had just retreated and hit the city wall when he noticed a trace of extremely familiar and friendly energy. Not far behind him, he deliberately created an opportunity for Lin Huaiyu to suddenly take action.

But he used extremely gentle force to wrap around the old monk's fists.

Sure enough, the third lady will never let herself down.

She unexpectedly realized the power of the Fubo Perfect Sword that combines hardness and softness.

It also hurt the old monk Guangming.

Unfortunately, the old monk's skin and flesh were too tough. Even if he broke into the inner siege, he would only be slightly injured and would not lose his combat power at all.

The only result was to anger him, causing him to transform a second time and use the Ming King's Golden Body Technique with all his strength.

Logically speaking, at this time, Monk Guangming's punches were heavier and his body was stronger. He was as powerful as the King Kong in the temple and was more difficult to deal with.

Zhou Pingan saw an opportunity.

After the old monk grew in size, his strength may have become stronger, but his speed dropped to an outrageous level.

Flexibility is reduced by at least a third.

Zhou Ping'an had endured it for so long without revealing his trump card, and now he was just missing someone to cooperate.

Lin Huaiyu doesn't need to be reminded.

In the first moment, he jumped forward with his body, the sword flashed and slashed continuously, and he was swaying in the wind of fists, but he never retreated.

After blocking three punches in a row, her mouth was bloodshot, but her eyes remained unchanged, and her face was as cold as ice.

The old monk was extremely angry. They were obviously far inferior to him, but they couldn't be hit. He roared to the sky, golden light exploded from his body, his waist sank, he took a horse stance, and punched out with both fists.

If you don't retreat, it depends on whether you can stop him or not.

Lin Huaiyu's face turned pale.

A smile appeared on his face for the first time.

The light of the sword turned into blue waves, swaying left and right, and his figure retreated gracefully, no longer receiving the fists.

As she stepped back...

"collapse……"

A sharp, deafening roar suddenly rang in everyone's ears.

The faint and small afterimage pierced the old monk's right eye before the loud noise reached his ears.

Tianji crossbow.

The needle crossbow flew through the air quickly and accurately.

The old monk didn't even have time to show the shock on his face. He only had time to close his eyes and lower his head slightly.

The needle crossbow had already pierced his upper eye socket, piercing his eyelids, shattering his brow bones, refracting into his eyeballs, and penetrating three-thirds of his flesh.

The tail of the needle crossbow buzzed and vibrated into a circle, but it could no longer advance an inch and did not penetrate deep into the brain.

"Ow..."

The old monk screamed in pain.

Don’t retreat but advance.

He stepped heavily on his feet and rushed madly towards Zhou Pingan.

He still doesn't understand.

The opponent has been holding a big killing weapon in his hand, specializing in destroying true energy and hard skills.

If it weren't for his Mingwang Golden Body Technique, which he had already cultivated to the eighth level, making his body as refined as fine steel and his bones as strong as meteorite iron, his head would have been shot through just now.

Even so, one right eye was still blinded by the shot. The huge impact was so powerful that it shook the brain. In the dizziness, the true energy and blood began to float.

Can shoot an arrow.

It can't be just one shot.

He was injured again. If he couldn't deal with the young man, I'm afraid he might be left here.

(End of this chapter)