The longevity of the heavens begins with Mingyu Gong

Chapter 53 Mountains and Seas
Song Xingren was in the air, and lightly pressed his palm on the little old man, and the Mingyu Zhenqi at the peak of the ninth floor surged out like a tidal wave.

The little old man's eyes darkened.

It seems that all the light has been sucked into Song Xing's raised palm, and there is no more light.

After experiencing the shuttle between the two worlds, Song Xing's state of mind and spirit have undergone a strange transformation.

After holding the pill, the mind is harmonious, the spirit is sublimated, and all kinds of moves are at your fingertips, and they can all exert great power.

If you are successful, you can already integrate a little of your own "divine" will into the moves, so that the pure move competition can be more integrated into the contest of spiritual will.

In addition to the darkness, the little old man also felt silence.

Extremely quiet.

Obviously, when Song Xing slapped his hand last breath, the real energy was surging and the air flow was surging, and the little old man could even hear the sound of Lu Xiaofeng and others breathing, but after Song Xing slapped this palm, all the sounds disappeared. In the little old man's ears.

The world quieted down.

No matter how much energy he gathered in his ears, he still couldn't hear any sound. In the darkness, there was no sound.

It seemed that Song Xing's palm directly wiped out the little old man's vision and hearing.

Fortunately, the little old man can still feel the cold.

The cold air that could crack even rocks spread all around the little old man, and his indestructible body could not stop the cold current from intruding in the air.

If it was replaced by a weaker one, it would die instantly in this terrifying cold current.

What was even more frightening was that in the darkness, the invisible and intangible sense of desolation filled the little old man's mind.

Darkness, gloom, silence, destruction, the feeling enough to make people go crazy shook the little old man's five senses.

He didn't see things, he didn't hear sound, and the little old man's face still didn't change much. He knew that these were all caused by the magic of Song Xing's exercises.

His eyes can still see, his ears can still hear, as long as he breaks through the cage that Song has set up for him, all difficulties will no longer be a problem.

Without looking at things, the little old man did not retreat, but took a step forward.

The great yin and yang that has been practiced for 40 years is endowed with true qi, like a flood, going upstream from the sea of ​​qi to the meridians of his palms in an instant.

In the blink of an eye, the little old man stretched out his palms a few zhang away.

The air wave emptied and roared in.

This is the first time the little old man has used his palm with all his strength in decades, like a meteor falling from the sky. The simple move of the little old man seems to be carrying a hurricane capable of tearing everything, and it is facing Song Xing's pressed palm .

The little old man finally saw the light again, and the whistling sound of air waves rang out in his ears, and then a hand as white as jade pressed between his palms.

boom!
The three feet of Song Xing and the little old man collapsed once again, and smoke and dust rose from their feet like an earth dragon.

As Song Xing's palm continued to press down, the little old man's arms and sleeves exploded, and he took several steps back as if struck by lightning.

The eyelids of all the onlookers twitched. When Song Xing struck out just now, they didn't feel the slightest abnormality. On the contrary, when the little old man struck out the palm, the waves were turbulent, showing his zhenqi cultivation that shocked the past and the present.

Gong Jiu and Lu Xiaofeng thought to themselves that they were determined not to be able to stop the little old man's move.

However, Song Xing's seemingly ineffective Sanshou palm forcibly suppressed the little old man's counterattack, and even caused him a lot of losses.

The look of fear flashed from the old man's eyes. If his reaction was a little slower just now, he hesitated a little bit in the speed of his palm, and his internal strength was a little weaker, Song Xing's palm should have crushed his head.

In his decades of life, he had never seen such a weird palm technique.

The little old man has seen a lot of exercises that can confuse people's five senses in the Jianghu, but all of them rely on foreign objects or gestures to pave the way, slowly distracting people's senses, and making wrong judgments in battle.

But it has never been like Song Xing's. With just one palm, one's mind is almost sucked into the palm of the hand. In that silent and dark world, one can feel the sense of shattered hopelessness that belongs to the void.

So far, the little old man has never underestimated what Song Xing said just now.

"In terms of palm technique alone, no one in the world can compare with you."

The little old man highly recognized Song Xing's palm that almost killed him: "I have read all kinds of martial arts scriptures, but I have never seen such a palm technique. Does this palm technique have a name?"

Song Xing was a little regretful that he didn't slap the old man in front of him to death. Hearing the little old man's question, he still said, "Return to the market."

To the east of the Bohai Sea, I don't know how many millions of miles, there is a big ravine, which is actually a bottomless valley, and there is no bottom below it, which is called Guixu.

The legendary Guixu is the end of the seabed, filled with endless darkness and silence, extremely cold, without any vitality, and it is the final destination of all life.

The little old man murmured: "Return to the ruins, return to the ruins, return to nothingness."

The great yin and yang endowed the true qi to circulate, and the little old man's aura soared. He used all he had learned and swung seventeen claws at Song Xing in an instant.

The Ruyi Orchid Hand, in the hands of the little old man, is more than a few chips stronger than the beef soup, and there are even afterimages in the air between the claws.

Song Xing reacted swiftly, and with his fingers turned into swords, he returned the little old man's seventeen fingers in an instant. The little old man was shocked to find that each of Song Xing's fingers had accurately hit the most critical point of his true energy.

If he didn't change his tactics, one of his hands would be abolished as soon as Song Xing pointed out.

In desperation, the little old man changed a set of palms, called Fish and Dragon Variety, and his body shape suddenly looked like a golden carp entering the sea, and he was like a dragon, with unpredictable changes between his palms.

Song Xing responds to all changes with the same, swinging out the sword, the sword energy is vertical and horizontal, let you change in various ways, I have my own swordsmanship to counteract it.

Next, the little old man changed several sets of boxing techniques and fingering techniques, all of which were lost in martial arts, but he still couldn't help Song Xing.

Song Xing punched the little old man back again, then he retracted his momentum, raised his hands, and assumed a strange posture.

Seeing this, the little old man didn't take the opportunity to attack, because when Song Xing posed this posture, his hairs stood on end, and with a shock, his figure instantly turned into a wisp of smoke, and he quickly backed away.

If Sikong Zaixing was here, seeing the lightness kung fu performed by the little old man at this moment, he would find that the little old man's lightness kung fu was hardly inferior to Chu Liuxiang's.

In the blink of an eye, the little old man retreated a few feet away, but the deadly sense of crisis still persisted, so he could only stare at Song Xing, and then retreated.

Song is on the move!

Taking a step forward, the ground shrinks into an inch, and he is already several feet away from the little old man.

He Zhizhang's eyes lit up, he understood Song Xing's step, and he was the shadow of the drunk Liuyun Seven killers.

Qi machine entangles the opponent, according to the change of the opponent's air machine, it follows like a shadow, like a maggot attached to a bone.

However, Song Xing's step method is obviously more clever than Zuiwo Liuyun. You must know that he and the little old man were several feet apart before, but they can step into the attack range with one step under the entanglement of Qi, which is simply miraculous.

Looking at the little old man who was still flying back so close, Song Xing raised his hands, forming seals in the air, then turned his palms and pressed down.

In the eyes of the little old man, the endless sea appeared. In the dark sea water, there was a majestic mountain with a height of [-] zhang. In his ears, he could even hear the sound of waves crashing against the mountain.

What made him even more astonished was that he found that the mountains and the sea were actually supported by a huge palm.

The palms turned over, the mountains and rivers toppled, and the world was turned upside down!

Faced with this scene of God's power, people can't raise any heart of resistance, and all that is left is fear and despair.

The little old man bit his tongue violently, spurting out a mouthful of blood. The pain dispelled the hesitation in his heart for a short time. With a roar, the true energy surged all over his body, and he swung his palm towards the top of his head to block it.

Before the palm on his head fell, the little old man could already feel the crackling of his bones, and the air around him seemed to have turned into steel, restraining him so that he could not move.

With one palm falling, the four poles will be destroyed, the Kyushu will be split, the sky will not be covered at the same time, and the earth will not be covered.

The little old man felt that he was not fighting with people, but was fighting with the high "sky".

In the next breath, the little old man's palms were broken, and his arm bones were shattered. Under that pure white palm, his true energy that had been cultivated for decades melted like spring snow.

As the palm prints fell, blood vessels burst all over the little old man's body, and the ground under his feet shattered and sank inch by inch under the terrifying pressure. The blood all over his body was instantly compressed out of his body under this force, dyeing the ground under his feet bright red.

The little old man who has controlled invisible people for 30 years and mastered all kinds of magical skills has lost his vitality under Song Xing's palm.

After killing the little old man with one move, Song Xing raised his jade-like right hand and sighed dissatisfied.

Combining the principles of internal boxing and martial arts, a half-style Sanshou Bu Zhoushan was created.

And with the idea of ​​true energy and martial arts, he created a half-style Sanshou Guixu.

When one mountain and one sea come together in one place, it is the first complete Sanshou created by Song Xing.

Shanhaijing!
(End of this chapter)