The longevity of the heavens begins with Mingyu Gong

Chapter 123 Sumeru Mustard Seed, Five Towns Haidu

In this world, those who have achieved success in martial arts practice can form a layer of true energy defense under the skin between the meridians during the circulation of true energy in their bodies to offset part of the external attack.

Those who can achieve this level of cultivation are all first-class masters in the martial arts, and ordinary martial arts people can't reach this level in their lifetime.

One must know that to injure the enemy with true qi out of the body, one only needs to force the true qi out of the body through special meridians to achieve the goal, and the true qi spreads all over the body to form a defensive layer on the body surface, which undoubtedly requires much higher concentration of true qi .

Although there are not many such people in Jianghu, for talented warriors with high talents and strong cultivation skills, as long as they spend time, they can reach the realm after all.

Geniuses are always arrogant. More than a hundred years ago, Leng Qingqiu of the White Horse Sword Sect at the end of the Tang Dynasty was such a genius.

After 40 years of cultivating the Heavenly Divine Art, the level of true energy is comparable to that of others who have been cultivating for hundreds of years. He even practiced an ancient horizontal alchemy, using medicine to make his body extremely powerful, breaking through the shackles of his predecessors in one fell swoop. Cun cloth under the true energy wall, as if wearing a gold-threaded jade garment, blunt objects are hard to hurt.

Even though Wang Yipu's palm, which had condensed decades of genuine energy, hit Song Xing's chest hastily, it seemed to be stuck in a quagmire when he was three inches away from him.

When the zhenqi contained in this palm was exhausted, the damage to Song Xing was only to make his body shake a few times, Wang Yipu instantly thought of the legend of the fairy clothes of golden haws a hundred years ago in his mind.

Rumor has it that in order to cultivate the Leng Qingqiu's golden fairy clothes, the incomparably deep century-old true energy is only the basic condition, and more importantly, one must have a strong physique that can withstand the raging of the century-old true energy in the body.

If you want true qi to form an air wall outside the body, the true qi cannot flow from the meridians, but directly break through the muscle layer and come out of the body surface.

Without a strong physical body, the first to be injured would be one's own physical body and meridians.

If it is said that Song Xing mastered the fairy clothes of golden strands at a young age, Wang Yipu was only surprised, but Song Xing's zhenqi whisk that smashed Wang Yipu's shoulder blades completely overturned his perception of Song Xing.

Song Xing saw the surprise in Wang Yipu's eyes, but he sneered at it.

If Wang Yipu saw the three-foot air wall of the sweeping monk, wouldn't he have to doubt life.

At the same time, it once again confirmed the status of the sweeping monk Tianlong's world combat power ceiling.

The pain from the shattered shoulder blade made the fighting spirit in Wang Yipu's eyes a little depressed. He didn't plan to fight Song Xing and the others here, but he made up his mind to get out and leave.

But behind him are Qiao Feng and Huang Chang, one is the most outstanding person in the history of the Beggar Clan, and the other is a hero who can start a sect in the future. siege.

Quickly tapped the acupoint on the right shoulder with his left hand, Wang Yipu forcibly circulated his zhenqi to break away the broken bone in his right shoulder, and gnashed his teeth to temporarily connect the broken meridians with zhenqi, allowing his right arm to move freely for a short period of time.

As soon as the broken arm was attached, Song Xing's attacks came one after another.

A crimson figure flashed in the air, and Song Xing appeared in front of Wang Yipu almost like a flash, so close that he could touch his shoulder with his hand.

Wang Yipu's hairs stood on end immediately, and without thinking about it, he lowered his head and shrank his feet, and rushed towards the space beside him.

In the next second, the place where he was originally standing seemed to have been blasted by gunpowder. Amidst the loud noise, a pothole half a meter deep appeared on the ground.

Out of the corner of his eye, he saw Song Xing hitting such an inhuman blow just relying on his body, Wang Yipu only felt his right eyelid start to twitch rapidly.

With an extremely powerful cultivation of true energy, like a solid body made of refined iron, Song Xing's crushing strength revealed in a short fight, made him seem to see the shadow of Xiaoyaozi back then.

In front of Xiaoyaozi, he is also so weak, so helpless, unable to fight back.

The difference is that Xiaoyaozi is stronger, but Song Xing is younger!

Qiao Feng, who was beside Song Xing, caught up and punched Wang Yipu. It was obviously an ordinary Taizu long fist, but Wang Yipu refused to dodge. He received a solid punch and was sent flying.

In horror, Wang Yipu fell to the ground with both feet. Before he could turn his head, he heard the sound of Song Xing chasing through the air behind him. He exhaled to stop the sound, and hit back at Song Xing's face, wanting to hit him I was caught off guard.

Song Xing raised his hand to block, and the whole person's momentum suddenly rose. Wang Yipu only felt that the arm that was in contact with Song Xing felt as if he had touched a piece of red-hot soldering iron.

At this moment, Song Xing was striding into the air like a god of fire, and there were bursts of piercing sounds in the air where he passed. When his arms stretched out, it was like a golden-winged roc pounced on a dragon in the air, revealing a fierce and unruly spirit. gas.

Wang Yipu raised his spirits and met Song Xing's palm. As the true energy surged, a heart-piercing cold true energy entered the meridians in the body through the palm, almost freezing him.

The moment the zhenqi entered the body, an inconceivable look flashed in Wang Yipu's eyes. The zhenqi used by Song Xing was somewhat similar to his Beiming zhenqi, but not exactly the same.

Before Wang Yipu could speak, Song Xing had already clenched his fist into a seal and slammed it down on his chest again.

Wang Yipu felt something in his heart, and his body reacted immediately. He retreated three steps quickly, and his speed was extremely fast. While retreating, he flicked his right hand towards Song Xing's arm, wanting to use offense instead of defense.

There seemed to be stars flashing in Song Xing's eyes, and he didn't defend himself, his right hand was still pressed down as firmly as Mount Tai.

This punch was like a collision of the earth's crust, Mount Everest protruded, with a majestic atmosphere that changed the world, and an invisible force on the arm bounced off Wang Yipu's palm, and fell heavily.

If Wang Yipu was hit by this punch, his heart would be shattered, his ribs would be shattered, and he would be seriously injured and die.

Facing the scene of ten deaths and no life, Wang Yipu's eyes flashed coldly, and he thrust out his left hand, completely ignoring his own desperate situation, and grabbed Song Xing's heart in the same way, intending to fight Song Xing to die together.

If Song Xing didn't accept his move, he could injure or even kill Wang Yipu, but he would be pierced through the heart by Wang Yipu's dying counterattack, and he would be seriously injured even if he didn't die.

Facing Wang Yipu's desperate attempt to survive, Song Xing's expression remained motionless, and his eyes didn't even have the slightest wave. It was just that the fist that was originally clenched turned into a palm at the moment of the slam.

In an instant, the world in Wang Yipu's eyes changed!

The moment Song Xing's jade-like palm opened, it seemed that the whole world was included in the palm, and then the five fingers seemed to turn into five mountains, pressing down on Wang Yipu, trying to suppress all stubbornness!
This palm is empty, illusory and ethereal. It seems extremely slow, but it contains infinity.

Wang Yipu's face was earthy!
Song Xing on the opposite side seemed to have disappeared in front of his eyes, only this palm that covered the sky and the sun was left in his eyes!
Before the palm was on his body, the tumbling air wave was already oppressing Wang Yipu, making it difficult to breathe.

Wang Yipu wanted to resist this palm, but he felt that there was an attack everywhere in the world, the whole world turned into this palm, and it came towards him like a sky crashing and an earth cracking.

"I don't agree!"

Wang Yipu roared angrily, facing the palm that was pressing down horizontally, and no longer dodged. During the explosion of the air current, he mustered more than a hundred years of true energy to condense in the heart of the fist, and smashed hard at Song Xing's palm.

When fists and palms intersected, there was a muffled sound like spring thunder in the air!

Wang Yipu's eyes were bulging, and he felt that there were several giant mountains hidden in Song Xing's palm, accompanied by an incomparably majestic and terrifying force, which shattered all his moves.

What followed was the sound of Wang Yipu's true qi being torn apart, followed by the sound of fist bones shattering.

Then there were arm bones, shoulder bones, and Song Xing's palm, which smashed all the obstacles of Wang Yipu like a bamboo, and slapped him heavily on the forehead with his incredible eyes.

The Nanhua Sutra is quiet and composed, surrounded by the void.

Scattering hands and fluttering, clean and emptiness, the emptiness and reality are infinite, Song Xing read the Zhixuan chapter and felt that there are nine mountains and eight seas hidden in the small mustard seeds, blending the reality into the emptiness, and grasping the five mountains.

Slapping it with one palm, as if carrying the power of the Five Sacred Mountains, suppressing all enemies!

This is the third Sanshou style created by Song Xing after he came to Tianlong World.

Sumeru mustard seeds, Wuzhen Haidu!
(End of this chapter)