Wizard City, Chinese Warrior Association.

In the dark practice stone chamber, sword lights and blood shadows flew in a row. Zhu Peng encountered a powerful enemy that was almost invincible for the first time in his life. The fuzzy figure holding a thick-backed sword was like a chaotic illusion shadow from all directions, and incredible angles traveled through the void and slashed his own key points. The terrible sword aura was ubiquitous, fierce and violent, extremely arrogant, and extremely dead. It seemed like the desperate end of the world came with the blade!

Kawa! Kawa! Kawa!

This is the sound of extremely strong muscles undulating and moving.

The slender and perfect hands were lifted up like a pianist, and the layers of blue veins exploded and gradually spread evenly. From perfect to terrifying, it turned black and blue, and when it extended to the nails, it was a dark red blood light, like an evil demon claw exploring from the endless abyss to the earth!

What it brings is only endless killing and horror that penetrates the bone marrow.

Zhu Peng's internal skills and horizontal practice have become a bit abnormal today. When he exerted all his strength and his arms were filled with blood and tendons, his muscles and skin appeared like black scales, and his metallic luster was shining. It was a strange state without any hair.

The extremely profound realm of Taoist Qigong: Subduing the White Tiger!

Deep in the origin of endless dark life, there is a pure white giant tiger roaring towards the sky.

As his pure Yang Dao Pill gradually becomes full and takes shape, Zhu Peng can gradually lock the blood and energy essence in his body without leaking out at all, and has reached the point where he has fallen except for necessary parts such as hair, eyebrows, etc., and no longer grows, like an immortal or a demon.

Even if you have sex with a woman and have sex with her, you will never collapse the Pure Yang Dao Foundation. It has reached the level of "no leakage immortal body" like Lu Dongbin of the Song Dynasty.

If in ancient times, a person who practiced Zhu Peng today would be an immortal. His life span was several times that of ordinary people, his martial arts powers were dozens or hundreds of times that of ordinary people. The emperors, generals and ministers regarded the powerful people as ashes of earth, and were the free and illustrious immortals walking on the earth and advanced life individuals.

However, in the world of wizards, such a Taoist fruit position is far from enough.

Zhu Peng used the Green Demon Claw Technique and the innate ability of Blood Shadow Poison Claw, and instantly grabbed and broke the forty-nine strange sword lights that were slashing around. However, just as his strength was relieved, the thick sword pierced the defense silently and ghostly, stabbed into his chest. With a slight trembling, it shook the endless force around me. He held the sword in both hands, and was thrown to the wall behind me by a huge force and nailed it to it. Zhu Peng spitted blood and tried his best to press the sword with both hands. What flashed in front of his mind was still what he had just seen. The twelve levels of skills were slashing fifty times in a row, almost miraculous terrifying sword technique.

"...How...but...it's possible!?" He tilted his head, vomited blood, and swallowed for the last breath.

Stone chamber, above the jade-colored futon.

Zhu Peng suddenly let go of the hilt of the knife that he had just held tightly, and his soul returned to escape from Li Jingxuan's sword art artistic conception. His whole body was sweating like a bath, and he was breathing heavily like exhaustion in his body... There was a great horror between life and death!

Of course, the martial arts inheritance of the world's number one master is not so easy to get. Although Li Jingxuan placed it in Zhu Peng's hand, the sword that had been with him for many years, he wanted to take out the treasure, but at least the spiritual will of the Dan realm master was put into it, and then he was slashed to the point of being thrust.

Zhu Peng can be said to be learning while dying. Only when he completely defeated Li Jingxuan's martial arts projection in the sword art artistic conception can he truly gain all the other party's martial arts experience... and he cannot cast spells and use tricks, and must be the purest martial arts cultivation. Zhu Peng could not even have the idea of ​​summoning cards there.

"Huh... Mr. Li was really considerate. With such a person coach playing around all day, I don't have to worry about my waste of martial arts." After relaxing a little, he looked at the dark big knife lying on the ground beside him. Zhu Peng wiped the sweat on his cheeks, then sat cross-legged and began to recover his energy. Just try the effect. It is impossible to really immerse yourself in someone's practice room for a long time. Yang Caier was still waiting for him outside.

However……

Even after a long time, I still try to guess this problem through recollection:

If I hadn't Gu Nian's old man followed Yang Caier to the Chinese Warrior Association, if I hadn't stepped into the eighteenth level of hell and finally broke through Wujian, then... will this sword carrying the entire martial arts inheritance of a generation of heroes still fall into my hands?

Even after a long time, I could not guess the answer that would be the next one, because it was too heavy and too complicated. I only knew that when I broke away from Li Jingxuan's sword art and restored my self-consciousness, the pure Yang Dao Pill that had just been condensed in my body, which was stable and solidified, and truly reached the complete Pure Yang Dao Realm.

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

...The ancient qigong of Taoist sect, subduing the white tiger, pure yang without leakage; Wudang Pure Yang Palm, 72 and a half hands, 4th update cut rice bags, star full of chopping the bed board, and chopping the table at noon. After the meal, the wall chopped, day and night, and cultivated the Pure Yang Pill...

"I will definitely fulfill Young Master Liu's request. Please tell him and wait for the good news."

A remote cave, a dilapidated stone Buddha.

After a devout prayer, an elderly and decadent old monk stood up slowly and responded to the confidant servant sent by Liu Heming in a low tone that could be called "a breath of energy". The servant with strong body and quick hands and feet looked at the legendary powerful boxer Sheshan who looked like this, and was deeply confused and secretly happy in his heart... Because if the other party refused or failed, his master's secret technique would naturally be saved. The master in his heart was Liu Jinghong, who was performing a mission outside, not Liu Heming.

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

As Sheshan walked out of the Buddha cave step by step, a blush began to appear on his originally waxy face, and the wrinkles on his skin began to gradually tighten and full. His curved spine was straightened, and his back was straightened one by one. When each spine straightened, it made a sound like a steel bow and string collapse, which naturally reminded the Chinese people of poetry and sentences like "The bow is like a thunderbolt and a thunderbolt".

Accompanied by the "rattle" of qi and blood, the clear surging sounds echoed like water flow, the skin on Sheshan's body, the skin on his face, and the deep folds of the ravines expanded and relaxed under the erosion of qi and blood. He changed from an old man to a middle-aged man who was so fierce that he could tear apart the tiger and leopard.

He just made such a straight back movement, his spine fluctuating one by one.

The back is straight, the steel bars and iron bones are bulging, and the membrane is bulging, which reappears youth.

The skin on the old boxer Sheshan's face began to turn from blush to iron blue, then from iron blue to light yellow, and finally frozen, turning into jade-like bud yellow, with crystal clear skin muscles, which made his face look solemn.

Especially when he walked out of the grotto and bathed in the sky with the illumination of the burning ball of light, Sheshan's whole body gave a light golden visual impact, as if his body was not grown from ordinary flesh and blood, but was made of full-colored gold.

Golden body, an extremely high fruit state in the Buddhist practice system!

Zhu Peng is like a demon or a fairy, and Sheshan is like a god or a Buddha. In this battle between demon god and immortal Buddha, one side will eventually step on the corpse of another person and lead to a stronger and more profound realm.

"At noon yesterday, I felt a strange and powerful aura coming to the meeting, like a green lotus, a white tiger, or a burning purple flame. It was obviously a new immortal from the Taoist sect who was full of vitality... Killing him was in line with the interests of the development of Buddhism." He murmured, his hands were solid, and the layers of bright white were mixed with light golden light, which lit up on Sheshan.

The light genus combines the magical fighting spirit of the earth genus, and takes the same path as the future light Buddha's blessings and wisdom.

Liu Heming dared to kill people without hesitation because Sheshan was strong enough! He took action and killed Zhu Peng, but it was still in vain... because the living arhat is definitely more valuable than the dead immortal.
Chapter completed!