Chapter 130 130 Sword Slash [Martial Arts Myth]! Promotion! [Rely on the Strongest] Affix! "Peaceful Martial Arts"! [God skills of abuse]

Author: Cold Light

Chapter 130 130 Sword Slash [Martial Arts Myth]! Promotion! [Rely on the Strongest] Affix! "Peaceful Martial Arts"! [God skills of abuse]

"The leader of the [Earth-Snatching Alliance], Mr. Ping'an."

Lin Zhengliu opened and closed his eyes, and could not see the terrifying pure black pupils with white eyes, and a faint red light was shining: "I was about to seek revenge for you, but I didn't expect you to come to you on your own initiative."

"We have some accounts, so it's time to settle."

The middle-aged man in front of him has a name Ping An and his aura, and his aura is introverted. Although he is not "not astonishing" in appearance, it is hard to remind people of his exaggerated titles and life achievements.

It can be said that without the intervention of the earth civilization, Ping An would be the ceiling of the Kawu world, almost a legendary figure. Perhaps thousands of years later, it would still be praised by countless people, and even considered to be a mythical character compiled by our ancestors.

Under the mental stimulation of [Demon Eye Secret Martial Arts (High and Deep)], Ping An's originally slightly turbid eyes suddenly became clear.

He stared at Lin Zhengliu with a expressionless face and said in a slightly stiff tone: "Dongfangxiao is just a failed experimental product."

"I am the one who truly surpasses the limits of this world, peace."

At this moment, he was groggy and always felt that he had overlooked something very important. However, an opponent who was definitely not weak was right in front of him and could not be distracted to care about anything else.

As he spoke, the man with the reputation of martial arts mythology slowly raised his left hand.

In full view of everyone, Ping An just waved his left hand lightly.

Swish!

The wind and clouds are surging.

The roaring wind suddenly passed by.

The hundreds of soldiers closest to Ping'an were suppressed and collapsed to the ground almost instantly.

The soldiers all lay down, as if they had endured a huge force of tens of millions of pounds and could not resist at all.

After doing this in an understatement, Ping An glanced at Lin Zhengliu and said leisurely: "Reverse the acquired turbid air, and from now on, he will not be able to live in the world, swallow the vitality, refine the heavenly world, understand the will of the heavenly way, and act according to the will of heaven, and then he will reach the supreme state of [Huanmang Innate]!"

"If you don't understand this state, I can teach you."

Although that's the case, his deepest thoughts depend on Lin Zhengliu's performance.

With Lin Zhengliu's talent, skills, and good character, he is not the kind of evil person who does not recognize his relatives. If he is really willing to take him as his teacher, he may not be able to become his second personal disciple.

etc……

Second place?

Ping An felt a little confused in his mind. No matter what, he could not remember who his first disciple was named, what he looked like, and where he was from.

However, Lin Zhengliu noticed the other party's strange reaction, and the corners of his lips curled up slightly, outlining an evil smile: "The real life energy level 6!"

"It's not a parallel product that temporarily broke through to 6 like Dongfangxiao."

"Hahahahaha! OK! Very good!"

Lin Zhengliu laughed wildly: "Although you can feel your shaken and doubts, but..."

"You like this will also have the value of dying in my hands!"

Ping An's state of mind seemed much more stable than Dongfangxiao, and he was not moved by words at all: "It seems you still don't understand."

"In the words of the earth, summer insects cannot speak of ice."

"My internal strength is endless!"

As he spoke, his internal strength gathered like smoke and clouds, compressed and condensed into a sword sheath, wrapping his blue jade sword in it, hiding its sharpness.

Ping An's internal force fluctuated, and the sound shook throughout the palace: "The true meaning of [Hunmang Innate] is that everyone under the self is ants!"

After surpassing the limits of the past and reaching the state of [Hunmang Innate], Ping An’s internal strength will be endless, even if it is squandered, there is no need to take care of it!

In the past, he had to avoid his edge.

Now, even if there are millions of soldiers, to him, they are just native chickens and tiles!

After the words came to an end, Ping An gently stroked the hilt of the sword with his right hand, pulled it out about one finger, and slowly pulled it into the scabbard.

Click!

With just a slight sound, the four hidden top-level inner powerhouses, namely the Azure Dragon, White Tiger, Vermillion Bird, and Xuanwu, changed their expressions suddenly.

They looked pale and tried hard to resist, and their bodies were trembling, but they were still deprived of their internal strength and fell to the ground one after another.

The four top-level powerful men were limp and their eyes were dull, as if they had completely lost some belief.

Being safe to lose to [Martial Arts Myth] is not shameful.

It can even be said to be a glory.

The problem is that they didn't take any action, just tapped the scabbard and they were almost destroyed.

This kind of thing shouldn't have happened.

But it did appear.

In fact, even if they are unwilling to accept it and struggle hard, they are obviously powerless to fight again.

The pure energy free between heaven and earth is helping peace, bringing this martial arts myth one step closer to reach an inhuman state. At this moment, he is not like a human warrior, but more like a legendary god.

Lin Zhengliu glanced at the Four Saints in the Great Inner with pity, and his eyes were locked on Ping'an again: "They are not your teammates? Then you'll say it earlier!"

It wasn't that he wanted to destroy this sacred and serious atmosphere.

Mainly...

Ping An used a means of showing saints in front of people, known as the "hunmang innate" "all ants under the self" is obviously used as a characteristic of life level 6.

When others saw it, they probably had to gasp in the air. They were amazed for a long time, their minds swayed, and they showed flaws, and they were even in a slump, and they could no longer raise their fighting spirit.

But for Lin Zhengliu, this move really doesn’t have much mysterious places.

Lin Zhengliu looked at him without squinting, he just said loudly: "A Qing."

Hearing this, Xu Qing scratched his head and said shyly: "Senior Ping'an, is this what you said [Huanmang Innate]?"

After speaking, the melancholy boy with blue hair and blue eyes suddenly raised his hand.

sieve!

A strong wind swept through.

The pure energy free between heaven and earth surged wildly, pouring into Xu Qing's palm and constantly turning into spiritual energy.

He waved his free hand gently.

In an instant, dozens of large inner guards collapsed to the ground.

Seeing this scene, Ping An suddenly grabbed the hilt of the sword: "This is... the realm of [Hunmang Innate]!"

The middle-aged swordsman's pupils shrank, his eyes were like a sword, and his melancholy boy with blue hair: "You are at your age, and you can actually reach the same level as me... How many adventures have you ever received?"

To be honest, Ping An didn't understand, but he was shocked.

You should know that as a [Martial Arts Myth], he had four major martial arts characters at birth, which was beyond the [Tianyun Warrior].

Later, after embarking on the path of martial arts, he was like a darling of destiny, with various adventures and opportunities emerging one after another.

Even so, he was only in his 100-year-old that he barely touched the threshold of the [Huanmang Innate] realm.

This little devil in front of him...

Why is he?

Xu Qing was a little embarrassed to be stared at by Ping An.

Did this old man understand something wrong?

There are also differences between level 6 and level 6.

Although internal strength cannot be compared with spiritual energy, and in terms of essence, Xu Qing knows that his comprehensive strength is far inferior to this martial arts myth.

If the old man really has red eyes and wants to fight with him, he will probably end up...

Maybe it was myself who died?

Fortunately, I am not alone.

Lin Zhengliu glanced at Ping'an and said, "The so-called squandering internal force is just an illusion that the speed of returning air is too fast."

"You feel that your internal strength is endless, there is only one possibility - your instantaneous output ability is too poor, and you lack a final killer move. Otherwise, your blue limit is still a little short of it compared to me, and it can be completely exhausted."

"Besides, your [Huanmang Innate] realm has its own aura field, and I am very familiar with it. Its suppression range is only one hundred meters in diameter."

"The range of elite troops under my command is far beyond this number, whether they use bows and arrows or crossbows."

"You claim to be endless internal strength, but you are suppressed by us here, and you can eat hundreds of thousands of arrows to shoot?"

Lin Zhengliu is just confusing the public, saying these words mainly to make a safe mentality.

What martial arts myths, what legendary seniors, and what peerless big shots who have been in the world for more than a hundred years are ultimately still physical mortals.

If it is a flesh and blood body, then it will be disturbed by hormones and will have a struggle between sentimental and rationality.
To be continued...