Martial arts start from the visualization of tortoise breathing

Chapter 260 ; Martial Dao Xuan Gong!
"Heretic magic!"

The wind is surging, ghosts are crying and gods are howling.

The soul-chasing old man performed some kind of forbidden method, his hair danced wildly, his robes fluttered, and the black mist surged around his body, slowly turning into a sea of ​​black mist tens of feet high, and the blood light that suddenly lit up in the sea of ​​mist , like two lanterns as breathtaking.

Lu Qianqiu, the wound left by Monk Xuanming, healed at a speed visible to the naked eye. A terrifying, terrifying killing and destruction that overturned the universe, and an evil and ominous aura wandered outside the soul chasing old man, covering everyone present like a long night. Some Jianghu masters with weak minds and poor cultivation, their eyes went dark, and they fell to the ground bleeding from their seven orifices.

"Isn't this martial arts profound art?" Lu Qianqiu blurted out.

On the cliff tens of miles away, Tantai Qingluo, who was standing upright in the wind, her skirt blowing, revealing her black fishnet stockings, also exclaimed in amazement: "Martial Dao Xuan Gong!"

Fang Ping looked sideways. He had seen records of martial arts and profound arts in the classics collected by Mingyue Palace. They were martial arts beyond the scope of the world. Behind every martial arts and profound arts stood an earth-shattering martial arts giant. In Daxuan territory, there are people who inherit martial arts and profound arts, leaving aside the thousand-year-old family, the holy land of martial arts, and the Daxuan royal family, there are only a handful of others, and some are incomplete.

"It is said in the mission scroll that this soul-chasing old man is suspected to have the inheritance of a martial arts holy land. His martial arts profound art is probably a method handed down from a certain martial arts holy land." Fang Ping made a guess.

……

The soul-chasing old man who performed martial arts and profound kung fu has been completely reborn, with arrogance and arrogance, and his body is a bit taller. In the black sea of ​​fog behind him, there is a faint panting sound, as if there is a monster hiding in it, which makes people feel refreshed. It brought a huge sense of oppression, and one after another there were Jianghu masters who fell to the ground bleeding from their seven orifices.

"Be careful, the power of martial arts and profound arts is unimaginable." Monk Xuanming said every word.

"Martial art is a foreign thing. Different people can use it to exert different powers. If this old man really masters a martial arts profound art, he won't hide and hide his name." Lu Qianqiu panicked. Analyzing chaotically.

The old chasing soul sneered and said: "As expected of the deputy commander of the Zhenwu Division, I really haven't fully understood the martial arts mystical art, and it is more than enough to kill you two."

The moment the voice fell, the soul-chasing old man proved the invincible power of martial arts Xuangong with practical actions.

But looking at the distorted figure of the soul chasing old man, approaching Lu Qianqiu like a ghost, he slapped out a palm, and a sharp claw as big as a hill protruded from the black fog behind him.

Only then did everyone see clearly that in the sea of ​​thick black mist that was surging like a tide, there stood a three-headed and six-armed phantom figure with twelve eyes. lantern.

"Left through the door!"

Lu Qianqiu's hair stood on end, his face was fearless, and he greeted him with a single knife.

The blade touched the soul chasing old man's palm, sparks flew everywhere, the landslides cracked, and the surrounding ground collapsed as a whole.

"Lieutenant Lu, the poor monk will help you!" Monk Xuanming joined the battle, and the nine-ringed Zen rod stirred like a dragon, stabbing at the back of the soul-chasing old man.

however.

The soul-chasing old man, who was practicing martial arts and profound arts, greatly increased his strength. When he opened his mouth to drink, the magic sound rolled and cracked the sky, twisting and rippling the air.

Monk Xuanming chanted Buddhist scriptures, but he still couldn't completely resist the sharp and strange magic sound. Not to mention the damage to internal organs, the interface of spiritual consciousness was slightly affected.

Lu Qianqiu was awe-inspiring, and the blade pointed out from bottom to top, forcing back the figure of the old man chasing soul, but it was only a fleeting time, the old man chasing back, shifting shape and changing shadows, leaving more than a dozen scars in the air. Ying returned to Lu Qianqiu, and slapped the long knife in Lu Qianqiu's hand with a black force wrapped in his palm.

The blade roared and trembled, showing signs of being overwhelmed and ready to shatter. The force penetrating the blade pierced into Lu Qianqiu's body. Even if he suppressed it with all his strength, his heart veins were damaged and his mind was damaged. Instantly.

"This martial arts profound art has the effect of targeting the spiritual interface..."

Lu Qianqiu held his breath in fear, the two human body secrets in his body were resplendent, like two small worlds containing infinite power, under Lu Qianqiu's utmost pressure and urging, they continuously erupted with shocking power.

"Looking for death, aren't you afraid of exploding and dying if you overdraw the power of the human body's secret store like this?" In such a state, he attacked and killed Lu Qianqiu, leaving shocking wounds on Lu Qianqiu's body not long after.

Lu Qianqiu, who was bleeding all over the ground, had a firm gaze, without much panic and fear, and suddenly slashed behind him with a knife.

Monk Xuanming did not sit idly by, he whispered the Buddha's chant, thrust the nine-ringed Zen staff into the ground fiercely, put his palms together, and with his whole body, the vitality of the world was affected, and it turned into a ten thousand zhang Buddha's light shining in the black sea of ​​fog, reflecting the spirit of the soul-chasing old man. stature.

But this can't change the overall situation. The soul-chasing old man with martial arts and profound skills has already surpassed Monk Xuanming and Lu Qianqiu in strength. The third human body secret in his body is also going to be lit up, which shows that the old man The background is profound, hidden very deep, not forced to retreat, and will not reveal the full strength.

"Devil Blood Broken Soul Claw!"

The blood soul old man yelled loudly, and locked onto Monk Xuanming in the form of a ghost.

wheeze

Blood-colored claw marks covered Monk Xuanming's body densely. After the dust cleared, the Buddha light outside Monk Xuanming's body was shattered, and the monk's clothes were dyed blood red. "Devil! Today, the poor monk will die with you!"

Monk Xuanming looked determined, and tore off the monk's robes outside his body, revealing the nine-foot-tall, muscular and huge physique after practicing martial arts. The energy and blood in his body were transpiring, two human secrets were burning, and the energy mechanism was rising endlessly. .

"To die together? Old bald donkey, don't think too highly of yourself!" The eyes of the soul-chasing old man were a little apprehensive, and he formed seals with both hands to arouse the vitality of the world and mobilize the inner strength of the spirit.

"Magic palm!"

"Salute to the Tathagata!"

Two completely different powers were born in the hands of the old soul chasing monk Xuanming.

The black magic hand that covered the sky and the sun, bombarded Monk Xuanming's body, but sank into Monk Xuanming's body like a mud cow into the sea.

Chi Chi Chi

Blood flowers exploded outside Monk Xuanming's body, the monk's solemn face remained unmoved, he gave up life and death, and issued a palm, returning the power that had sunk into his body to the old man chasing soul intact.

Both lose.

The blood soul old man was thrown away, and Monk Xuanming was injured even more seriously, his whole body was covered in blood, and he fell into a pool of blood like a gossamer.

(End of this chapter)