Qin Shi: Sword Asks the Bright Moon

Chapter 163 Three Points to Yuan Qi 2
In the eyes with different expressions, Yang Ming has a completely different feeling. At this time, in his body, Shenfeng Jin, Xuyun Jin and Tianshuang Jin are constantly colliding. The level of vitality is evolving, but it has not been formed, and in the process of transformation, Yang Ming's meridians, internal organs, and body are also under tremendous pressure.

Converging between the two palms, it is as if the actual vitality is indefinite. The three strands of vitality that were forcibly fused together by Yang Ming are entangled, colliding, and fused.

Yang Ming succeeded, but it was just a step forward.

"The situation is not right." As time passed, the startled salamander raised her heart again, and in the night, she smelled a bloody smell, which was Yang Ming's blood.

The startled salamander managed to calm himself down, and when he looked intently, he saw blood-red cracks faintly visible on Yang Ming's hands. The inner breath in his body was tearing the meridians, and even the shackles of the body.

"It hasn't succeeded yet." Yuan Li also saw the abnormality at this time. She could feel that there was a huge power brewing in Yang Ming's body. That power was too strong, stronger than Yang Ming's. Ming can bear the limit.

Only Zhao Ji looked at the scene in the courtyard completely ignorantly, only thinking that the light in front of her eyes was quite beautiful.

In the contest between man and power, the huge energy mass in Yang Ming's palm is continuously condensing, the red, green and blue lights are merging, gradually converging into a brand new energy form, showing the shape of flowing water, but at the same time, His palms were already full of cracks, but Yang Ming didn't care about it. He knew very well that as long as he could take that step, from now on, the world would be so big that there would be nowhere to go.

But if you can't take advantage of the situation to break through, and want to break through again, you don't know when it will be.

"Get up." Suddenly, the Shenfeng Jin, Xuyun Jin, and Tianshuang Jin in Yang Ming's body suddenly merged together, and a stream of vitality that seemed to be substantial and condensed like water was surging in the meridians, but it broke the embankment. In such a flood, it seems that the dam is broken in an instant. Under such circumstances, the only way to do it is to "dredit".

Condensed between the two palms, the vitality that has completed the final transformation is pushed to the sky, majestic like a tsunami, and the three-point return vitality that is as imposing as a thousand troops rushes to the sky, pierces the night, and bursts suddenly in the depths of the sky .

Immediately, another trick of vitality was thrown into the sky by Yang Ming.

"What kind of martial art is this? Such terrifying power, is it really the power that a first-class master can possess?" Yuan Li was shocked.

The vitality that seemed to flow like water actually made her feel a threat of death, even if she was tricked, it would be impossible for her to survive.

"Has the snow stopped?" Compared with Yuanli's deeper feelings, Zhao Ji's feelings are very superficial, but also more intuitive. In her line of sight, the snow has stopped, the wind has also stopped, and the depths of the sky are faintly There was a sound like thunder.

In the black night sky, there seems to be a vortex that devours everything. It is the catharsis of power, tearing the night, causing the space to riot. Before it touched the ground, it was torn apart and melted by a huge force, and disappeared into the invisible space. It is not impossible to change the sky after practicing martial arts to the extreme.

Just like the Hiding Sun Sword is a divine sword that can aspire to the realm of a master.

Under the catharsis that was almost exhausted, Yang Ming discovered that the three points of the vitality in his body seemed to be inexhaustible. Under such high-intensity consumption, it was only reduced by two points, and this was only just now. It's just cultivation, once it is completely completed, I am afraid that the speed of consumption will not be as fast as the speed of recovery.

The so-called three-element circulation is endless, and it is not an exaggerated description. Just the persistence of this endless life is enough to kill a master. Challenge invincible, group attack without fear.

"You people who practice martial arts, don't you have inexhaustible internal energy?" Gradually, Zhao Ji discovered something unusual. Although Yang Ming's physical strength is very good, Zhao Ji already knew about it, but such internal energy Things, after all, must have a limit, how can it be abused like this?

"Queen Mother, not everyone can do this, but Xiaowei Yang is too special, only he can do this." Yuan Li said solemnly, such a strong internal energy is beyond Yuan Li's imagination.

I don't know how long it took, Yang Ming retracted his palm, and a majestic vitality surged out along the acupuncture points around him, forming a three-foot wall of energy around him, and there seemed to be an indestructible force between the circulation of the vitality. meaning.

With the flow of vitality, the vitality that exists between the heaven and the earth and the three-point return to the vitality in Yang Ming's body form a perfect cycle through Yang Ming as the intermediary. Absorbing vitality, it is constantly healing, and in the process of healing, it is constantly reshaping and transforming. The meridians that were like a trickle before are widening and strengthening, and have the potential of a long river.

And that's not all, Yang Ming's scars that spread from his palms to his arms are also being healed under the nourishment of the three-point return of vitality, and the three-point return of vitality is continuously integrated into Yang Ming's viscera, bones, and muscles, from the whole body. The orientation improves Yang Ming's body functions.

Three points to vitality, in essence, is a military master's 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 realize the transformation of life levels.

With the circulation of the three-point return to the vitality in the body, the White Tiger Seven Kills, which Yang Ming has practiced to the bottleneck, has a tendency to break through. The transformation of Qi and blood levels from the ordinary to the mysterious is exactly the essence of the White Tiger Seven Kills.

"It's a success." Zhao Ji covered her mouth and yawned, but she felt a little sleepy after feeling relieved in vain.

However, you little guy made Aijia so worried, Aijia must find some compensation.

……

In the Qilin Pavilion, the opened doors and windows were closed after Zhao Ji's arrival.

"Speaking of which, when did this Qilin Pavilion in Aijia become your territory?" Withdrew from the heavy cloak, occupied Yang Ming's soft couch, and teased Yang Ming lazily.

"Borrowing the power of the Queen Mother." Yang Ming, who had officially cultivated to three points of returning to vitality, said in a good mood.

"You still know." Zhao Ji smiled and said, "Then tell me, how should you thank Aijia?"

"This?" Yang Ming hesitated.

"Could it be that you're just talking nonsense, are you trying to deceive Aijia?" Zhao Ji's face turned serious, and for a moment, she really had a bit of arrogance.

"Is it alright for you to thank the queen mother like this?" Yang Ming teleported, and the person had already appeared beside Zhao Ji, and his palms were familiar with Zhao Ji's chest that was undoubtedly exposed because of lying on his side.

"Bold." Zhao Ji pressed Yang Ming's presumptuous palm, her brows and eyes were already tender, but her mouth was very firm.

"I've always been very courageous. It's not the first time you know about it, Queen Mother. Besides, you should know about it..." Yang Ming smiled, but his words suddenly froze, and he couldn't help but suck Zhao Ji's words in his throat. breath.

"Are you talking about this place? Ai's family has already taken hold of you. Be obedient." Zhao Ji has now become the most powerful swordsman in the world.

"But Queen Mother, your weakness is also in my hands." Yang Ming pointed like a sword. Although he didn't have a sword in his hand, he might not be weaker than Zhao Ji with a sword in his hand.

"Hmph, um!"

With a soft moan, Zhao Ji arched her soft waist. She was not only pinched by Yang Ming, but also the hardest but softest part of her heart.

"Queen Mother, who is going to be obedient now?" Yang Ming joked, the two had played similar games countless times, and they already knew each other's weaknesses.

"Serve Ai's family and undress." Zhao Ji, who had already blushed a little, smiled lightly, as if she had surrendered.

"Obey." Yang Ming, who has already entered the role, has put his palm on Zhao Ji's waist, his fingers are floating gently, and the vast world is clearly in Yang Ming's sight.

"Who was so obedient just now?" Zhao Ji teased.

"It's me. However, the offensive and defensive changes are just a matter of a moment, and it's not certain who will win." Yang Ming, whose breathing was already a little rough, said.

At this time, Zhao Ji was in his sight, her clothes should be half untied, and her jade body could be laid out horizontally.

The perfect demeanor of the queen mother was undoubtedly displayed in front of Yang Ming.

The beauty of the clear rivers in the world, the danger of the mountains, and the so-called beautiful scenery do not necessarily have to go to the world.

It can also be bent down.

And Zhao Ji obviously didn't intend to compete with Yang Ming in terms of rhetoric, she was a woman with a pragmatic spirit.

Therefore, only Zhao Ji's open heart and outstretched arms responded to Yang Ming.

The winter morning came really late. Zhao Ji woke up from her sleep and looked around. Although the world outside the window was covered with thick snow, it was still gray.

Squeezing into the warm embrace beside her, a sentence that she had seen before suddenly appeared in Zhao Ji's mind: once vigorously, then decline, and three times exhaust.

"Today's weather is still not good." Zhao Ji muttered, but she didn't have the intention to get up at all. In this cold snowy day, what is there to do when she can hug such a warm stove?
"It's not that bad, the snow came quite early today." Yang Ming looked at the snow and cloud outside the window, and fiddled with it casually with his hands.

"Oh, why don't you come to the palace, I really want to wake up like this every day." Zhao Ji squeezed into Yang Ming's arms.

For Yang Ming's body, Zhao Ji really likes it. Although it has strength, it is not rigid, but a very strange toughness.

Although hugging may not be too soft, it does not have a touch of ecstasy, at least for Zhao Ji.

"It scares you, Aijia is still reluctant." Zhao Ji slightly bent her legs, and Mosuo said to the 'little guy' who was obviously frightened.

"I'm a little scared." Yang Ming said with a frightened look.

"Aijia doesn't believe you don't know what Aijia 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, but as time went by, Zhao Ji discovered that Yang Ming had never asked for anything from her, but Zhao Ji had been asking for it from Yang Ming all the time. , this inevitably made Zhao Ji worry again, and she didn't know how to catch Yang Ming completely.

She was afraid that Yang Ming would deceive her, but she was even more afraid that Yang Ming would leave her.

"I will fight for what I want with my own hands." Yang Ming said firmly.

For Zhao Ji, Yang Ming did have the intention to use her from the beginning, but he only regarded Zhao Ji as a help for the wind. Moreover, after getting in touch with Zhao Ji, Yang Ming really liked it a little bit without much wisdom. Queen Mother.

After all, Zhao Ji herself is an extremely beautiful woman. Although she is a little older, it is only for Yang Ming. Besides, Yang Ming's mental age is also not young. What's more, Zhao Ji is really good to Yang Ming. , so good that it was difficult for Yang Ming to refuse Zhao Ji's request, even if sometimes Zhao Ji was just making trouble for no reason.

"Is it like now?" Zhao Ji smiled. While speaking, her gaze moved down slightly and landed on a mischievous hand.

"Are you just fighting for what you like now?" Zhao Ji said slowly, her words revealed the temptation that belonged to Zhao Ji.

"Are you resting?" Yang Ming, who had already formed a tacit understanding between them, raised his eyebrows, and the murderous aura was completely exposed, which was the murderous aura that Zhao Ji could really feel.

"The Ai family just pities you." Zhao Ji insisted.

"Is this true?" Yang Ming, who was ignited by Zhao Ji's provocation, asked.

"How can it be fake?"

Facts have proved that Zhao Ji is just stubborn, but she is actually soft.

(End of this chapter)