Laughing at the Heavens: From Flying Knife Skills to Shattering the Void

Chapter 209 Innate Skills

The Southern Emperor also comprehended the Xiantian Gong, which made his internal strength even stronger.

Although not as good as Wang Chongyang.

But it also surpasses the four wonders.

This finger was powerful and strong.

It doesn't look like finger techniques at all, it's more like boxing.

A huge amount of true energy surged out.

The terrifying power is enough to destroy everything in sight.

Lin Ping'an also slapped out with his palm, and the powerful force directly knocked Lin Ping'an away.

"The Southern Emperor is indeed the best master under Wang Chongyang. No wonder Wang Chongyang gave you the Xiantian Gong for safekeeping."

Lin Pingan also felt a numbness in his palm

After this incident, the Southern Emperor felt a little relieved.

In terms of internal strength, the other party is not as good as him.

This also allowed the Southern Emperor to regain some confidence.

"If that's all, East Evil and North Beggar shouldn't just admit defeat. What other tricks do you have yet to use?"

Nandi said confidently.

"Ha ha ha ha……"

Lin Pingan chuckled and nodded, "In terms of internal strength, I am indeed not as good as you, and internal strength is indeed not my strong point."

Lin Pingan nodded in acknowledgment, and then he pulled out a flying knife, "What I am really good at is the flying knife, but I don't know if the Southern Emperor's One Yang Finger can take my knife."

The extraordinary flying knife has reached the limit of human beings.

Nothing can be destroyed within a hundred feet!

It's so powerful that it's unparalleled in the world!
As Lin Ping'an took out the flying knife, Emperor Nan also felt a terrifying pressure.

It was as if being locked by a knife, and being locked from all directions.

Even though the person was standing in front of him, the knife could come from any angle and was unavoidable and unstoppable.

In all these years, Nan Di had never encountered such a situation.

This kind of pressure is even greater than the pressure he faced when facing Wang Chongyang at the Huashan Sword Contest.

Because facing Wang Chongyang would at least be a head-on battle.

But the flying knife was right in front of him, yet he was unable to catch it.

This instantly doubled the pressure on Emperor Nan, and his expression gradually became extremely solemn.

Even cold sweat began to seep out of his forehead.

Even if the opponent did not draw his sword, the invisible sword had already completely enveloped him.

This is a feeling I've never had before.

The Southern Emperor silently circulated his internal energy, keeping himself in a tense state.

"I finally understand why Hong Qigong admitted defeat."

The Southern Emperor said faintly.

The opponent hadn't drawn his knife yet, but the pressure already made him feel like he was standing on the brink of death.

How is this played?
"But how do you know if you don't try?"

Nandi quickly calmed down and his eyes became firm.

Although he was once an emperor and is now a monk, he was once a top master in the martial arts world.

There is no way we can lose without a fight.

The Southern Emperor approached Lin Pingan in an instant.

When dealing with someone using flying knives, the natural thing to do is to get close to him so that he doesn't have a chance to strike.

Then no matter how powerful the flying knife is, it will be useless.

Nandi is right.

But unfortunately, his opponent was Lin Pingan.

Lin Ping'an didn't draw his knife, but the flying knife was already approaching him.

The Southern Emperor's pupils suddenly contracted, and the inner energy in his body surged violently. The flying knife penetrated the inner energy and brushed past his cheek.

A trace of blood was imprinted on his cheek. It was only then that the piercing sound of breaking through the air was heard.

"What a quick knife!"

The Southern Emperor's face was filled with horror. The knife arrived before the sound, and the speed of the knife had exceeded that of sound.

Emperor Nan touched the blood on his face and broke out in a cold sweat. He didn't think he had avoided the knife.

That's because the opponent's knife did not have the intention to kill.

"Did you keep it?"

The Southern Emperor asked in a deep voice.

With the knife strike the opponent showed, it was impossible to aim wrong.

If the knife had been aimed at his vital points, the injuries he suffered would have been several times more serious than they are now.

Now it's just a scratch on the cheek, which can only mean one thing.

That means the other party is holding back.

Lin Ping'an put his hands behind his back and smiled slightly, "I came here today just to take away something that does not belong to Dali, not to kill anyone. Wang Chongyang gave you the Xiantian Gong for safekeeping because no one in the world could master his unique skills. Now that the destined person has come, I believe that even if Wang Chongyang were alive, he would not be stingy."

"On the contrary, I believe he would be happy to see someone inherit his unique skills and prevent them from being lost."

The Southern Emperor's eyes flickered and showed signs of struggle.

Because when he exchanged martial arts with Wang Chongyang, Wang Chongyang did not allow him to teach others, but he also did not say that he was not allowed to pass on the Xiantian Gong to others.

After all, Xiantian Gong is not that easy to practice.

Among the Seven Quanzhen disciples, Qiu Chuji had the best talent in martial arts, but he still had not been taught the complete Xiantian Kung Fu, which shows that it was difficult for Qiu Chuji to practice it.

Therefore, Emperor Nan was a little hesitant for a while, not knowing whether he should hand it over.

After all, he didn't know Lin Pingan.

If the other party is an evil demon like Ouyang Feng, the Western Poison, then wouldn't it be aiding and abetting the evil by absorbing the Heavenly Palace and handing it over to him?
Now there is no one who can check and balance him. Once the other party has mastered the innate skills, it will be even more difficult to check and balance him.

At that time, even if he joined forces with the East Evil, West Poison, North Beggar and other masters, they might not be able to defeat the opponent.

This kind of situation had only occurred when he was facing Wang Chongyang, and Wang Chongyang had been able to defeat four masters at once.

Therefore, Nandi was considering the pros and cons.

Although he was already a monk and was in Dali, he was not from the Central Plains.

Lin Ping'an was not in a hurry either, he just waited quietly.

Since he is here today, there is no way he will return empty-handed.

He also believed that Nandi was a smart man.

really……

After a moment, the Southern Emperor spoke, "You are right. With your strength, no one can stop you from doing evil now. Since you are devoted to martial arts, there is no problem in passing Xiantian Gong to you. Perhaps this technique will be more powerful in your hands."

Nandi finally made up his mind.

Although he is not afraid of death, and although he is already a monk, he should abandon all worldly affairs.

But he was the former emperor of Dali after all.

It is impossible not to consider the Duan family.

Today, the Duan family has lost its unique martial art, the Six Meridians Divine Sword, and can no longer withstand any more hardships.

If he completely offended such a master, he would not be afraid, but what about the Duan family?

If the other party really has bad intentions, how many people can escape from his knife?

And since the other party didn't rob openly, it means he has a bottom line.

So Nandi quickly figured it out.

After all, he exchanged unique skills with Wang Chongyang, and now the Xiantian Gong belongs to him. Wang Chongyang never said that he would not pass it on to others, but only wanted him to be able to fight against the Western Poison.

Now that the Western Poison is no longer a threat, it doesn't matter.

"I will give this secret book to you today. In your hands, I believe it will be able to unleash a power that is no less powerful than Wang Chongyang's."

The Southern Emperor chanted the Buddha's name, and he also comprehended the Xiantian Gong, but in fact he did not fully understand it and could not truly exert its full power.

This martial art is truly magical.

Now, spreading the news has helped him realize his wish, and it has made him feel a lot more relaxed.

(End of this chapter)