Martial arts start from the visualization of tortoise breathing

Chapter 269;
"enough!"

The white-clothed demon man tore a large piece of the tortoise-breathing Yuanjia with his claws from Fang Ping's body. Looking at the gap that was repaired by the vitality of heaven and earth in an instant, he knew that he couldn't keep entangled with Fang Ping any longer. He yelled With a sound, a wave of evil energy visible to the naked eye gushed out of his body like wolf smoke.

Condensed out of the palm, it turned into a black demon thunder echoing with the breath of death.

This is a sorcery unique to the white-clothed demon man. His palms were folded into fist marks and bombarded outside Fang Ping's body. For a moment, dense black electric currents ate away at the tortoise-breathing Yuan Jia outside Fang Ping's body like black earthworms.

Even if Fang Ping poured a large amount of heaven and earth vitality into the body, it was too late to repair it. In the blink of an eye, the tortoise-breathing Yuanjia covering Fang Ping's body was completely destroyed by the dense black electric current.

Without the protection of the Guixi Yuanjia, Fang Ping's body was exposed to the air.

In all fairness, Fang Ping's physical body is also extremely tyrannical, with the nourishment of golden true blood and tortoise-breathing vitality, most of the heavenly and human realm powerhouses who have practiced horizontal martial arts are not as good as him, but the enemy he is facing at this time has The boundless and ferocious white-clothed demon man, the other party can easily tear apart the tortoise-breathing Yuanjia, and can easily tear Fang Ping's physical body.

Between the fire and light stones, the white-clothed demon man who had wiped out the tortoise-breathing Yuanjia had already stretched his claws towards Fang Ping's chest.

Fang Ping's hairs stood up, his heart was beating violently, and he greeted him with a punch. This fist was attached with the artistic conception of the Dao of the Sword, the artistic conception of the Way of the Sword, and the intact artistic conception of the Dao of Fist.

When fists and palms collided, black and evil demon thunder spewed out from the palm of the demon man in white. Fang Ping flew out backwards, his whole arm almost exploded. In addition to the demon thunder energy penetrating into the arm, the scorching and exuberant energy contained in the golden true blood also restrained the demon thunder energy.

Bang Long
The house collapsed and shattered, and Fang Ping was crushed under the rubble.

"get out!"

The demonic man in white snorted and blew out in one breath, the sand and stones swirled, and the wind swept up the collapsed houses like a dragon.

But at this moment, the demon man in white shuddered and froze his body, and a sword aura slashed at him.

Wow

Tangible and intangible sword energy, dozens of meters long, as thin as a cicada's wing, the sharp air revealed in the long chirping and flickering, left a light white mark in the virtual space that could not heal for a long time, as if cutting the space Broken!

The demon man in white stretched out his hand to resist the tangible and intangible sword energy, and slowly lost his strength, but when he retracted his palm, he saw an extra crack in his palm.

hum!
Fang Ping's clothes were rattling, and his long hair was flying disheveledly above the ruins. He was holding a five-foot long sword in his hand. Thirteen eyeballs with vertical pupils were swimming outside the blade, four of which were already open and full of vitality. It was beating like a sword, and the sharp aura that split the void flowed from the shark-tooth-shaped blade.

Red veins resembling blood vessels and meridians interweave outside the four opened eyes with vertical pupils!

This is a demon sword with life!
Standing with his sword in his hand, Fang Ping was closely connected with the revived Xiantian Xuanbing in his hands.

"Xiantian Xuanbing..." The demon man in white saw clearly, the long sword held in the young man's hand, the four eyes locked on him with open and closed eyes, it is not difficult to imagine the sword that left a crack in the palm of his hand before Qi is the power of this innate profound weapon.

The atmosphere became inexplicably heavy. The demon man in white wanted to retreat. He hadn't recovered his vitality yet. Fang Ping had another innate weapon. If Fang Ping couldn't be suppressed in a very short time, the city's masters would be encircled and suppressed...

Just as he was thinking, Fang Ping was so imposing that he killed the white-clothed demon man like a god or a demon.

The Xuanbing slashed down horizontally, the sword light shone across the universe, and the sword energy was unparalleled. Fang Ping's own background was superimposed with the Xiantian Xuanbing who had opened four vertical pupils. The blade of the sword, shaped like the bloody mouth of another demon, is no longer something that can be resisted by the existence of the realm of heaven and man, and the demon man in white is also aware of this.

"Witchcraft - Demon Lightning Transformation"

Unknown and evil energy matter gathered in the hands of the demon man in white, and then turned into a spear of demon thunder.

Boom!

The shark-tooth-shaped sword blade slashed outside the pitch-black demon thunder spear, and the shock it caused went straight to the sky, resounding for more than ten miles around, and the huge manor fell to pieces.

Fang Ping flew upside down, the energy of the thunder from the sword had the effect of paralyzing the body and corroding the vitality of the five internal organs.

The white-clothed demon man was also uncomfortable. Most of the demon thunder spear condensed in his hand was shattered, and the crack outside the palm extended to the elbow. "Little beast! Can't you kill you as the king?"

"Yes, you can't kill me, but I want to use you as firewood to help me practice!" Fang Ping's will roared, his fighting spirit was high, and he returned to the demon man in white in an instant, and fought with him to the death.

During this period, Fang Ping's greedy eyes locked on the white-clothed demon man, like a dying person in the desert who has been hungry for many days and saw an oasis.

"Help him practice? Crazy!" The demon man in white gave Fang Ping a look that made him feel uncomfortable. He had never heard that demons can help human warriors practice.

Time flies, one person and one demon fought for a long time, causing the world to be dizzy, and the surrounding scene was completely devastated. The innate soldiers with four vertical pupils were revived, and the shark-toothed sword blades were slashing vertically. Cut down, each blow can burst out with a shockingly sharp light, and Fang Ping's strength is unreservedly blessed on the long sword in his hand.

The great sun of qi and blood floating above Fang Ping's head was like a fire like a sun, burning endlessly. The spreading scorching temperature and vital energy could more or less suppress the demon man in white.

"Sorcerer! Destroyer Demon Thunder!"

Outside the monster's body, the white-clothed demon man with more and more cracks was concentrating all his strength in the gap between Fang Ping's retreat with one blow.

Hurala!
A black demon cloud appeared in the sky at a height of [-] meters. The cloud was tumbling, mixed with countless corpses looming, like a meat grinder. flat body outside.

Fang Ping gasped, the black demon thunder and lightning, as cold as ice, extinguished the great sun of energy and blood hovering above his head, made his limbs and joints stiff, and covered his skin and muscles with an indelible layer Black frost fog.

That night, the white-clothed demon man used this trick, leaving a black mark on the Vajra Indestructible body of the head of the Vajra Sect. At this time, the white-clothed demon man was much weaker than that night, and still had Unimaginable power.

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(End of this chapter)