Comprehensive Martial Arts: Relying on Pili Martial Arts to Achieve Dimensionality Reduction Attack

Chapter 281 Fierce Fight
There are many enemies in front of them, in addition to the most difficult Juemingtian, there are also Diao Yanbo, Fang Zhimo, and a group of killers.

Diao Yanbo's body has been transformed by the Water of Death, and has an extraordinary self-healing ability;

Fang Zhimo...

We didn't see his full strength on the battlefield today. Considering that he is also a member of the Death Bureau, we have to assume that he may have taken the Blood Bodhi.

Although Blood Bodhi has the effect of 'healing injuries when there are injuries, and increasing power when there are no injuries', how much can be absorbed is also determined by the physical constitution of the user.

At least with Fang Zhimo's physique, he definitely can't achieve the same results as Nie Feng.

While thinking, Wan Chunliu had already retreated to Xiao Yuer's side.

Although Xiao Yu'er was stabbed with a sword just now, Lu Ping treated him in time and pressed acupoints to stop the bleeding. In addition, his internal strength was no longer inferior to that of his opponent, so his condition was not too bad.

"You two step back, leave this place to me!"

Lu Ping waved his palm and sent the two men out of the battle circle, then looked at the enemies who surrounded him with an unprecedented calmness.

"All of you... come together!"

Juemingtian raised his right arm and shouted, "Everyone, kill!"

“Kill him!!!!”

Accompanied by a heart-wrenching cry, the sound of killing instantly echoed throughout the valley.

Hundreds of assassins, brandishing swords, swarmed in like a wave;

Diao Yanbo and Fang Zhimo were waiting in the background, ready to strike, waiting for the right opportunity;
Juemingtian sat alone in the center of the army, calm and composed, and intimidating without even getting angry.

Looking at Lu Ping again, he was not afraid at all in the face of the killer's aggressive attack. He responded calmly, his body was as steady as a mountain, and his hands were like butterflies flying through flowers, dancing freely in front of the oncoming enemy.

A simple punch or a palm strike was each packed with power as heavy as a thousand pounds, swift as the wind, and the timing was just right. Every move either broke the enemy's limbs, weapons, or directly took his life.

His moves and responses fully demonstrate the style of a grandmaster; his strength goes out and his intention returns, making him even better than a killing god on the battlefield.

In a blink of an eye, there were piles of corpses all around, and countless swords and weapons, just like hell.

However, Lu Ping, who was at the center of the battlefield, remained calm, breathless, and unharmed.

"You want to use the human wave tactic to consume my strength? This method is useless to me!!"

Lu Ping let out a long shout, stamped his foot on the ground, leaped into the sky, and at the same time, he took in the universe, turned it into powerful energy, and chopped down with one palm.

"Four moves combined into one, destroying the sky and splitting the earth, destroying thousands of miles away!"

As the move came to an end, the battlefield was shaken by the earth and the moon went dark, and the entire Evil Valley was shaken as well.

Hundreds of assassins who had besieged Lu Ping saw this and suddenly recalled the legends about Lu Ping. They became frightened, their legs went weak, and they broke out in cold sweats, trying to escape.

"What a terrifying palm power!!"

“Hurry… hurry up and go!!”

"Uhh—!!"

The palm force chopped down mercilessly, the force penetrated a hundred feet and spread thousands of miles.

The demon killers had a weak foundation and could not withstand such a palm force. In the blink of an eye, they all exploded and died! !

After the smoke cleared, Lu Ping landed gracefully, and then looked at the three people at the back of the battlefield: "The soldiers are all dead, it's your turn next, right?"

"Come and fight!"

An invitation to fight is like a huge rock falling into the sea, causing a thousand waves.

Diao Yanbo took the lead, waving the fishing rod in his hand and jumped into the battle circle, attacking Lu Ping's gate head-on.

"Smoke and waves fishing line!"

The fishing rod was swung, leaving dozens of afterimages dancing in the wind, and pulling the fishing line up and down, front and back, left and right, flying either real or virtual, launching attacks from various blind spots on the road.

Once ordinary people are entangled in this fishing line, it is difficult to break free. In the end, they will be like a "fish" that has bitten the bait. After exhausting all their strength and struggling in vain, they will be hooked up and die.

Seeing this scene, Lu Ping walked on the water and wind, dodging left and right, moving his body as easily as a dragon playing with the waves. He avoided dozens of afterimages, and then spotted the flaw in the pole shadow and launched a counterattack.

"Cold waves split the sea!"

He raised his right hand, gathered his internal strength, and in an instant it turned into an invisible blade several meters long, which he then chopped down.

Dozens of fishing rod afterimages shattered in an instant. The fishing rod in Diao Yanbo's hand broke on the spot, and fell to the ground along with the fishing line.

"Ah this..."

The ultimate move was broken, and Diao Yanbo was shocked.

Lu Pingfang retracted his sword energy and a hidden palm came from behind him. It turned out to be Fang Zhimo who was following Diao Yanbo and launched a sneak attack.

"Shadow Method Three Deaths: Shadow Hunting!"

Fang Zhimo's eyes were filled with calculation, and his actions were insidious. He had taken advantage of the fishing smoke to attract Lu Ping's attention, and had been wandering outside the afterimage of the fishing rod, with a sinister trick in his hand about to be used.

Now, seeing that Lu Ping had just landed a move and had not yet gained enough strength, he immediately leaped forward, intending to capture him.

But how can such a trick avoid Lu Ping's detection?
Just before the hidden palm was about to succeed, Lu Ping quickly turned around, dodged the hidden palm, and then concentrated his strength and pointed out with a finger.

“Ah… No!!”

The secret palm attack failed, and Fang Zhimo was instantly shocked.

He had originally intended to launch a surprise attack, but at this moment he was in mid-air with nowhere to gain leverage, and his moves had just reached their old state. He was caught off guard and unable to react in time, and was hit by Lu Ping's finger!
“Thousand Jin Finger!!”

The Demon Cult's secret command, 'Thousand Jin Finger', can concentrate a thousand Jin of force into one finger and point it out, with enough power to break mountains and split rocks. Boom——!!

At the moment when Lu Ping and Fang Zhimo passed each other, a loud bang was heard on the field, and then a dishevelled figure flew out backwards.

When I looked closely, who else could the figure flying backwards be but Fang Zhimo?

But Fang Zhimo was extremely miserable at this moment——

The right half of his upper body was missing, and blood and flesh splattered as he flew backwards. A right arm, half of his chest, and flesh and blood that could not be identified as an organ flew out and landed several feet away, stained by the dust on the ground.

He himself flew dozens of feet away and hit heavily on a large rock.

But the finger force that fell on him had not yet subsided. After being blocked by the stone, the finger force instantly reversed and tore his body into seven or eight pieces. Along with the collapsed boulder, a piece of it fell to the ground in a mess.

Feeling the touch just now, Lu Ping couldn't help but comment out loud:

"Sure enough, for people with ordinary martial arts talent, even if they use blood bodhi to increase their internal strength for decades, the strength they get is still limited, less than the ordinary six parts."

Before he could finish his words, another palm strike came from behind.

"Smoke and Waves, Illusion and Confusion Palm!"

Since the fishing rod in Diao Yanbo's hand broke, he naturally switched to using his palm. The changes in this move were just like before, like smoke and illusion, and difficult to grasp.

"Same routine, nothing new!"

Lu Ping saw through the changes in reality at a glance, slightly turned sideways to avoid the real move, and then moved forward closely.

"Heavenly Hand!!"

Once the cruel, vicious, brutal and brutal Tiancan Hand is used, there is no room for maneuver.

Crackling——!!!
Crisp and loud sounds rang out one after another, but Diao Yanbo couldn't tell for a moment whether the source was the broken limbs or the shattered torso. He only knew that it must have come from his own body.

Numbness, itching, pain, ache, swelling...

All kinds of wonderful feelings were transmitted to his brain, making Diao Yanbo dazed for a moment. He felt that he was suffering a punishment ten thousand times more terrible than being torn apart by five horses or cut into pieces!

The degree of pain caused by the Tiancan Hand is far beyond the limit of the human body, but the victim cannot make even a sound because the vocal cords are torn in the first place.

With a powerful hand, Diao Yanbo was already dead. When he fell to the ground, his eyes were still wide open, making it impossible to tell whether he was dead or alive.

"What a terrifying martial art..."

Looking at the two fallen bodies, Lu Ping was still frightened. This was the first time that he used the two martial arts "Thousand Jin Finger" and "Heavenly Hand" in their entirety on someone.

"Unless you encounter an unforgivable person, try not to use it..."

After secretly setting rules for himself, Lu Ping turned his gaze towards the last person on the field.

Juemingtian still held his sword without firing. When Diao Yanbo and Fang Zhimo attacked just now, he just stood quietly behind, observing Lu Ping's movements, as if studying the flaws in Lu Ping's moves.

"Now... you are the only one left!"

Lu Ping waved his hand, and the Kunwu of the Hundred Generations suddenly appeared.

"For the sake of this body, I will try my best to give you a dignified death!"

Juemingtian's expression was dark and solemn, as if he had already judged from the battle between Lu Ping, Fang Zhimo and Diao Yanbo just now that the person in front of him was not an easy person to deal with.

He stepped forward, raised his hand and inhaled.

In an instant, a long sword that was still in good condition flew into his palm from not far away.

"Today, let me try the power of 'Divine Sword Jue'!"

Suddenly, the two of them moved at the same time!

The man follows the sword, and the sword follows the heart.

As the long sword was swung, the invisible sword intent spread all around, floating outside and condensing inside.

The two men's moves were back and forth, moving in all directions, stabbing or picking, tapping or chopping. It was a basic sword move that was extremely ordinary, but also a peerless trick that was exquisite to the extreme.

At this moment, on the sword's edge, there was neither the artistic conception of a sword fight in a bamboo forest, nor the elegance of a duel in the drizzle, but only the undisguised murderous intent.

In fact, if we talk purely about swordsmanship routines and coping methods, Juemingsi's experience is far greater than Lu Ping's.

After all, Juemingsi has thousands of years of martial arts wisdom, accumulated moves and routines, even if the talented and intelligent sword masters in the martial arts world who have studied for more than a hundred years may be far behind;

Although Lu Ping had undergone systematic training and learned a lot of sophisticated sword techniques from the Thunderbolt world, he had only practiced martial arts for a year or so after all, not to mention that most of the time he was practicing boxing and kicking.

Such a clear time gap is a chasm that Lu Ping can never catch up with no matter what.

But fortunately, this duel is not just an exchange of skills between two swordsmen, but a life-and-death battle between two warriors!

After hundreds of moves, the basic sword moves were exhausted.

Lu Ping and Jue Ming Tian tacitly changed their sword techniques and started a fight of internal strength!

The internal force of the Wedding Dress Magic Skill is extremely strong and masculine. After Yan Nantian has practiced it to perfection, he can control and release it freely, and it is condensed without leaking. Man and sword are indistinguishable from each other and become one.

At this time, Juemingtian wrapped his own internal energy in the sword, making every sword move he used extremely heavy.

Lu Ping had already noticed this, and also activated his military skills. His vast inner strength surged out, adding twelve points to the power of Baidai Kunwu, and the sword became even sharper than before.

"Juemingtian, pick me up..."

"The three famous swords!"

(End of this chapter)