Black Wizard Zhu Peng

Wizard City, the Chinese Warrior Association.

In the gloomy practice stone room, the light of the sword and the shadow of the blood flew across, and for the first time in his life, Zhu Peng encountered an almost unmatched enemy. The vague figure holding a thick-backed sword is like an upside-down and chaotic phantom shadow. It shuttles through the void from all directions and incredible angles to kill its vitals. It is terrible, violent, brutal, and extremely arrogant. If the desperate doom comes with the blade!

Come on! Come on! Come on!

This is the sound of extremely strong muscles moving up and down.

The slender perfection is like lifting with the hands of a pianist, the layers of blue veins exploded, and gradually spread evenly, from perfect to horror, the black and blue color appeared, but extending to the nails, it was a dark red blood. If an evil demon claws from the endless abyss to the world!

What it brings will only be endless killing and terror that penetrates into the bone marrow.

Zhu Peng's internal strength and horizontal training to the point where he is today, he has already appeared a bit inhumanly abnormal. When his whole body exerted force on his arms to fill his muscles with blood and muscles, his skin like black scaly muscles and shiny metal appeared. It was a weird state without the slightest hair.

The extremely profound state of Daomen Qigong: Jiang Baihu!

In the depths of the source of endless darkness, there is a pure white roaring giant tiger.

As the pure Yang Dao Dan gradually took shape, Zhu Peng could gradually lock the blood qi and essence in his body. Without letting out the slightest, it has already reached the point where, except for the necessary parts such as hair, eyebrows, etc., all body hair has fallen and no longer grows, like a fairy like a demon.

Even having **** with a woman will not destroy the Pure Yang Daoji, which has already reached the level of "no leakage immortal body" like Lu Dongbin in the Song Dynasty.

If it were in ancient times, a person who has cultivated to Zhu Peng today is an immortal. The life span is several times that of ordinary people, and the power and supernatural powers are dozens to hundreds of times that of ordinary people. The emperor treats the powerful and nobles in the world as dust, and is a happy immortal who walks on the earth, a high-level life entity.

However, in the wizarding world, this kind of Taoist fruit status is far from enough.

Zhu Peng ran the Blue Devil's Claw skill and talented ability, Blood Shadow Poison Claw, and instantly smashed the forty-nine weird blade lights that had been smashed from all around him. However, when his strength was slightly relaxed, the heavy handle The sword pierced the defense silently and ghostly, and pierced into my chest. With a slight shake, it shook away the infinite strength that was surrounding me. Holding the big knife in both hands, he was thrown against the wall behind him with great force and nailed to it. Zhu Peng vomited blood and pressed his hands firmly against the big knife. What flashed in his mind was still what he had just seen. Double-strength skill cut fifty consecutive, almost a miracle-like terrifying sword technique.

"...How is this...but...maybe!?" His head tilted, he vomited blood, and swallowed his last breath.

The stone room, above the jade-colored futon.

Zhu Peng suddenly loosened the handle of the knife he had just held tightly, and the soul returned from Li Jingxuan's knife art. His whole body was sweaty as if he had taken a bath, and his body was exhausted and he was breathing heavily...Between life and death, there was a big horror. !

Of course, the martial arts inheritance of the world's number one master is not so easy to handle. Although Li Jingxuan puts it in Zhu Peng's hands, within the knife that he has carried for many years, he wants to take out the treasure, but it must be strong enough. At least the spirit and will of the master of the Dan realm was thrown into it, and then he was struck by it.

Zhu Peng can be said to be learning while dying. Only when he completely defeated Li Jingxuan's martial arts projection in that sword art mood can he truly gain all the opponent's martial arts experience... and cannot use tricks, it must be the purest Zhu Peng's martial arts cultivation base was there, and Zhu Peng couldn't even produce the thought of summoning cards.

"Huh... Mr. Li is really thoughtful. With such a portable coach playing all day long, there is no need to worry about my ruining martial arts." Slightly relaxed, he looked at the dark sword lying on the ground beside him, Zhu Peng wiped the sweat from his cheeks, then meditated cross-legged, and began to regain his energy. Just try the effect, it is impossible to really be immersed in other people's training room for a long time, Yang Caier is still waiting for herself outside.

however……

Even after a long time, I still try to speculate about this problem from memory:

If I didn’t care about the old people who followed Yang Caier to the Chinese Samurai Association, if I had never stepped into the eighteenth **** and finally broke through, then...Is this treasured sword that carries all the martial arts inheritance of a generation of outstanding people still in my hand? in?

Even after a long time, I still can't figure out the answer later, because it is too heavy and too complicated. All I know is that when I break away from Li Jingxuan's sword technique and regain my self-awareness, the pure Yang Dao Dan of the initial scale is condensing in my body, which is stabilized and solidified to truly reach the complete pure Yang Dan Dao state.

Li Jingxuan pushed me away from the air and helped me take a big step on the road of martial arts without any hidden danger.

... Daomen ancient qigong, lowering the white tiger, pure sun without leakage; Wudang pure Yang palm, seventy-two hands and a half, chopped rice sack, star man chopped the bed board, and chopped the dining table at noon. After the meal, cut around the wall, cut day and night, and cultivated pure Yang Dan...

"Young Master Liu's request, I will definitely fulfill it. Please tell him, please wait for good news."

A remote grotto, a dilapidated stone Buddha.

After an old and rotten old monk bowed down sincerely, he slowly stood up, and responded to the confidant servant sent by Liu Heming behind him in a low tone that could be called "Qi Ruo Si". The servant with a strong body and agile hands and feet looked at the legendary powerful boxer Sheshan, who was in front of him. While he was deeply puzzled, he was a little ecstatic in his heart... Because if the opponent refused or failed, the secret method of his own master would be natural. It will save it. The master in his heart is Liu Jinghong, who is performing tasks outside, not Liu Heming.

However, his joyful state of mind seemed to be seen through by the old monk. Sheshan agreed to Liu Heming's deal in one go, and then he slowly stood up and walked towards the cave entrance step by step.

As Sheshan walked out of the Buddhist cave step by step, a flush of color began to appear on his originally sallow face, and the folds on his original skin began to tighten and plump gradually. The curved spine stood up, and his back was stretched one by one. Straight, and every spine straightened up, it made a sound as if a steel bow string crashed, so that Chinese people would naturally think of poetry sentences like "a bow is like a thunderbolt."

Accompanied by the qi and blood "hullala" resounding like a stream of water, the skin on Sheshan's body, the skin on his face, and the deep folds of the furrows and ravines expand and relax under the wash of qi and blood~www.mtlnovel. com~ His whole person has changed from an old man to a middle-aged man who is so energetic and vigorous that he can tear apart a tiger and a leopard in a short time and within a few steps.

With just such a back movement, his spine oscillated one after another.

The back is straight, reinforced and iron, and the skin bulges, reappearing youth.

The skin on the old boxer Sheshan’s face changed from blush to iron blue, then from iron blue to faint yellow, and finally frozen and turned into a jade-like bud yellow. His skin and muscles were crystal clear, which made his face seem to be covered. A layer of precious light, the precious appearance is solemn.

Especially when he walked out of the grotto and bathed in the shining of the burning ball of light in the sky, Sheshan's whole body gave a pale golden visual impact, as if his body was not made of ordinary flesh and blood. It's grown, but it's made of gold with perfect color.

The golden body, the highest level of fruition in the Buddhist cultivation system!

Zhu Peng is like a demon and a fairy, and the mountain resembles a **** like a Buddha. In this battle between demon gods and immortal Buddhas, one party will step on the bones of the other person, leading to a more powerful and advanced realm.

"Yesterday at noon, I felt a strange and powerful aura coming to the meeting, like a green lotus, like a white tiger, like a blazing purple flame, obviously a new energetic immortal from the Dao Sect... killed He, thinking about it, is also in the interest of Buddhism's development." He muttered, his hands pressed together, layers of bright white mixed with light golden light, lit up on Sheshan.

The divine fighting spirit of the light and native genus is the same way as the future bright Buddha and wisdom.

Liu Heming dared to kill people regardless of his reckless plan, because Sheshan was strong enough! It was up to him to kill Zhu Peng, but he couldn't stop afterwards...because the living Arhat is definitely more valuable than the dead.

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