In his different eyes, Yang Ming had a completely different feeling. At this time, in his body, the Divine Wind Power, Xuyun Power and Tianshuang Power were constantly colliding. During the collision, there was a higher level of vital energy that was evolving, but it had not been formed. In this transformation, Yang Ming's meridians, internal organs, and body were also under tremendous pressure.
The essence of the energy that gathers between the palms is as if it is not stable. The three energy that Yang Ming forcibly fused together with his power is entangled, colliding, and fusion, and the specific manifestation of the entire Yang Ming meridian body.
Yang Ming succeeded, but he only took one step forward.
"The situation is wrong." As time went by, Jingyu's heart was lifted up again. Under the night, she smelled a trace of bloody smell, which was Yang Ming's blood.
Jingyu barely calmed himself down. When he looked at him intently, he saw a blood-red crack vaguely visible on Yang Ming's hands. The inner breath in his body was tearing apart the meridians and even tore the shackles of his body.
"It has not been successful yet." Yuanli also saw an abnormality at this time. She could feel that there was a huge force brewing in Yang Ming's body. The force was too strong, so powerful that it exceeded the limit that Yang Ming could bear.
Only Zhao Ji looked at the scene in the courtyard completely ignorantly, and felt that the light in front of her was quite beautiful.
In the battle between man and power, the huge mass of vital energy in Yang Ming's palm was constantly condensed, and the red, green and blue light was fusion, gradually gathering into a new form of vital energy, showing a flowing water. But at the same time, there were cracks everywhere in his palm, but Yang Ming didn't care about this. He knew very well that as long as he could take that step, the world would be as big as possible in the future.
But if you can't take advantage of the situation and want to make a breakthrough, you don't know when it will be.
"Start." Suddenly, the divine wind power, Xuyun power and Tianshuang power in Yang Ming's body suddenly merged together. A stream of vital energy that was like the essence, condensed like a flow of water, collapsed in the meridians, but it was a flood that broke the dike. The dam was broken seemed to be just a matter of a moment. In this case, only "dragging" was the right way.
The vital energy condensed between the palms and had completed its final transformation was pushed into the sky. It was as majestic as a tsunami and as powerful as a thousand troops, the three-pointed vital energy rushed into the sky, cutting through the night, and suddenly exploded in the depths of the sky.
Then another plan of vitality was hit into the sky by Yang Ming.
"What kind of martial arts is this? Is such a terrifying power really a power that a first-class expert can possess?" Yuanli said in horror.
The vitality that seemed to flowing water actually made her feel a threat of death. Even if she was attacked, she would never have the possibility of survival.
"The snow stopped?" Compared to Yuanli's deeper feelings, Zhao Ji's feelings were very superficial, but also more intuitive. In her sight, the snow stopped and the wind was extinguished. A sound like thunder came faintly in the depths of the sky.
In the black night sky, there seemed to be a vortex that devoured everything. It was the catharsis of power, tearing the night and causing the space to riot. The black cloud was stirred by the explosion of the three-pointed Guiyuan Qi. Before the falling snowflakes touched the ground, they were torn and melted by huge forces and disappeared invisibly. It was not impossible to change the celestial phenomena when practicing martial arts to the extreme.
Just like the Sun-Sword is a divine sword that can reach the level of a master.
Under the catharsis of almost exhale and fishing, Yang Ming found that the three-point return energy in his body seemed to be inexhaustible. With such high-intensity consumption, it was only reduced by two points. This was just a just achieved cultivation. Once it was completely cultivated, the consumption speed was probably not as fast as it could be.
The so-called three-element flow is by no means an exaggerated description. Just this endless lasting endurance is enough to kill the master. When facing a group fight, there will never be any qi to do its best. It can be said that one-on-one challenge is invincible and group attacks are fearless.
"Does your martial arts practitioners use internal strength inexhaustible?" Gradually, Zhao Ji discovered an abnormality. Although Yang Ming has good physical strength and Zhao Ji has already had a deep understanding of this, but things like internal strength must have a limit. How can it be abused like this?
"Empress Dowager, not everyone can do this, but Captain Yang is too special, only he can do this." Yuanli said solemnly. Such a strong inner breath was really beyond Yuanli's imagination.
After a while, Yang Ming's palm retracted, and a powerful vital energy surged out along the acupoints around him, forming a three-foot wall of energy around him. The vital energy seemed to be immortal.
With the flow of vital energy, the vital energy that exists between heaven and earth and the three-part reed vital energy in Yang Ming's body are mediated by Yang Ming, forming a perfect cycle. The three-part reed vital energy is absorbed by the torn meridians before, constantly healing, and constantly reshaping and transforming in the process of healing. From the meridians that were previously like trickle of water are widening and strengthening, it has already shown a long river.
And this is not all. The scars that Yang Ming spread from his palms to his arms are constantly healing under the nourishment of the Three Fen Guiyuan Qi. The Three Fen Guiyuan Qi continues to integrate into Yang Ming's internal organs, bones, and body, improving Yang Ming's physical functions in all directions.
The three-part return to the vitality is essentially a unique skill from another higher level of time and space. It is a martial art that can truly achieve dual cultivation of qi and blood and achieve transformation at the life level.
With the three-point return energy in the body, the White Tiger Seven Killing Style, which was cultivated to a bottleneck by Yang Ming, also has a tendency to break through. The transformation of the qi and blood level of the mortal and into the mysterious is the fundamental essence of the White Tiger Seven Killing Style.
"This is a success." Zhao Ji covered her mouth and yawned. She felt a little sleepy when she felt relieved.
However, you little guy made the Ai family worry so much, and the Ai family always needs to find some compensation.
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In the Qilin Pavilion, the open doors and windows were closed with Zhao Ji's arrival.
"Speaking of this, when will the Qilin Pavilion of the Ai family become your territory?" Withdrew from the heavy cloak, occupied the soft couch belonging to Yang Ming, and lazily teased Yang Ming.
"I borrowed the power of the empress dowager." Yang Ming, who had officially cultivated the three-point return energy, said in a good mood.
"I still know." Zhao Ji smiled and said, "Then, how should you thank the Ai family?"
"This?" Yang Ming hesitated.
"Are you just talking nonsense and deceiving the Ai family?" Zhao Ji's face turned stern, and for a moment, she was really a bit arrogant.
"Is it okay to thank the Queen Mother like this?" Yang Ming teleported, and the person had already appeared beside Zhao Ji. His palms were able to climb towards Zhao Ji's undoubted mind because he was lying on his side.
"Bold." Zhao Ji pressed Yang Ming's unrestrained palm. The eyebrows and eyes were already full of autumn water, but she said very hard.
"I have always been very brave. This is not the first time you know about it, Empress Dowager. Moreover, you should know about it..." Yang Ming smiled, but his words suddenly got stuck, and he couldn't help but take a breath of Zhao Ji's breath in his throat.
"Are you talking about this? Your handle has been held by the Ai family now. Be obedient." Zhao Ji has now become the most powerful swordsman in the world.
"But Empress Dowager, your weakness is also in my hands." Yang Ming pointed to Ru Jian. Although he had no sword in his hand, he was not necessarily weaker than Zhao Ji holding the sword in his hand.
"Hmph, yes!"
With a soft moan, Zhao Ji arched her soft waist. She was not only being held by Yang Ming, but also being the hardest but softest part in her heart.
"Empress Dowager, who is going to be obedient now?" Yang Ming jokingly said, the two of them had played similar games countless times, and they already knew who was weak.
"Serve the Ai family's clothes." Zhao Ji, who had already had a hint of redness in her face, chuckled, as if she had given up.
"As for the order." Yang Ming, who had already brought the character, had placed his palm on Zhao Ji's waist, his fingers were gently floating, and the vast world was undoubtedly revealed in Yang Ming's sight.
"Who was so obedient just now?" Zhao Ji teased.
"It's me, but the offense and defense are just a matter of momentum, and it's not certain who loses and who wins." Yang Ming said, whose breathing has become a little heavy.
At this time, Zhao Ji was in his sight, and his clothes should be half-clear and his jade body could be erected.
The perfect queen mother's style is undoubtedly revealed in front of Yang Ming.
The beauty of clear rivers, the dangers of mountains and the so-called beautiful scenery in the world are already revealed.
You can also bend down.
Zhao Ji obviously did not intend to distinguish between Yang Ming from her words. She was a pragmatic woman.
Therefore, only Zhao Ji's expanded mind and extended arms were responding to Yang Ming.
It was a bit late in the winter morning. Zhao Ji woke up from her sleep. Looking around, although the world outside the window was covered with thick snow, it was still gray.
He squeezed into the warm embrace beside him, and a sentence I saw suddenly appeared in Zhao Ji's mind: One moment of action, one moment of decline, and three times exhausted.
"The weather is still not very good today." Zhao Ji muttered, but she had no intention of getting up at all. In this cold and snowy day, why can you hold such a warm stove?
"It's not so good. The snow today came quite early." Yang Ming looked at the snow and clouds outside the window, fiddling casually in his hands.
"Oh, why don't you come into the palace? I really want to wake up every day and look like you are now." Zhao Ji squeezed into Yang Ming's arms.
Zhao Ji really likes Yang Ming's body very much. Although she has strength, she is not stiff, but a very strange toughness.
Although holding may not be too soft, it also has a unique touch, at least for Zhao Ji.
"Look, I'm so scared that the Ai family can't bear to leave you." Zhao Ji bent her legs slightly, and Mosued the obviously frightened 'little guy'.
"I'm a little scared." Yang Ming said in a frightened look.
"The Ai family doesn't believe you don't know what the Ai family means. You just don't want to enter the palace. You men." Zhao Ji said helplessly.
She used to worry that Yang Ming would approach her and please her just to gain power. However, as time went by, Zhao Ji found that Yang Ming had never asked for anything from her. Instead, Zhao Ji kept asking for something from Yang Ming, which inevitably made Zhao Ji worry again, and she didn't know how to completely capture Yang Ming.
She was afraid that Yang Ming would deceive her, but she was even more afraid that Yang Ming would leave her.
"I will use my own hands to fight what I want." Yang Ming said firmly.
Regarding Zhao Ji, Yang Ming did have the intention to use it from the beginning, but he just regarded Zhao Ji as a helper for the wind. Moreover, with the contact with Zhao Ji, Yang Ming did like this empress dowager who had no great wisdom.
After all, Zhao Ji is an extremely beautiful woman. Although she is a little older, it is only for Yang Ming. Moreover, Yang Ming’s psychological age is also not young. Moreover, Zhao Ji is really good to Yang Ming, so good that it is difficult for Yang Ming to reject Zhao Ji’s request, even if sometimes Zhao Ji is just making trouble.
"Just like now?" Zhao Ji smiled, and as she spoke, her eyes had slightly moved downward and landed on a naughty palm.
"Are you just trying to get what you like now?" Zhao Ji said slowly, and his words revealed the temptation that belonged to Zhao Ji.
"Are you resting?" Yang Ming, who had already formed a tacit understanding between each other, raised his eyebrows, and his murderous aura was revealed. It was the murderous aura that Zhao Ji could truly feel.
"The Ai family is just pitying you." Zhao Ji said stubbornly.
"You're serious?" Yang Ming, who was ignited by Zhao Ji's provocation, asked.
"How about fake?"
As it turns out, Zhao Ji is just a stubborn person, but she is really soft.