At the end of the Ming Dynasty, I freely traveled through Yangshen

Chapter 135
As the saying goes, one inch is long and one inch is strong. Zhu Cixiang is holding a weapon, while Hong Xuanji is empty-handed. There seems to be some imbalance between the two parties.

But the people on the Daqian side did not panic at all, because the moment the sword was drawn out, Hong Xuanji's aura changed, becoming as broad as the deep sea, and his actions were like the roar of an angry sea, carrying with it A burst of domineering Bo Ran.

He bowed his body slightly and raised his hand towards Zhu Cixiang, and his whole aura changed from the original elegance to domineering. Before he made many movements, Zhu Cixiang, who was mentally alert, felt a great terror.

Zhu Cixiang stopped talking. He felt as if he was burning in front of Hong Xuanji. The masculine energy and blood emanated from him. Faced with the top innate masters and the immortal-level figures in the future world, ordinary people could not understand that kind of oppressive force.

Brush and pull!

Zhu Cixiang took a few feet with one step. His speed was very fast. With the help of the elixir and the integration of spirit and flesh, his physical strength was very strong and very fast. In his hand, a sharp soft sword was pointed in front of him. Hong Xuanji stabbed Hong Xuanji. This soft sword was extremely sharp. If Hong Xuanji was stabbed, even if Hong Xuanji was powerful, he would still be stabbed with a hole.

At this moment, Hong Xuan made a move. He made a seal with one hand, making a fist-like shape, but it was different from a fist. When he faced Zhu Cixiang's sword, he thrust his hand, and the strength of his fist collapsed. Suddenly, this A good sword with broken hair and soft texture felt as if it had been hit hard by a giant hammer.

Breakthrough all methods!

Zhu Cixiang only felt the boundless force coming, and his whole arm felt numb. He immediately broke away from the soft sword, but he didn't expect that the soft sword would be hit directly by the reverberating force as soon as he took it off. It shattered and fell to the ground.

There is also dark power!

Zhu Cixiang secretly thought that it was not good, because at this time, Hong Xuanji was already close to him. The violent masculinity of blood and masculinity emanating from Hong Xuanji's body, as well as the overbearing punch power, were like raindrops hitting him, with a punch weighing a thousand pounds. If this force hits Zhu Cixiang, even if Zhu Cixiong is strong and has practiced martial arts to the point of skin membrane, he will definitely not be able to withstand it.

at this critical moment.

"shock!"

Zhu Cixiang held the shocking relic in his mouth and suddenly fell into a wonderful mental state. In this mental state, his brain and body were in a special state, as if he was half asleep and half awake. Hong Xuanji’s pressure.

As if he was sleepwalking, Zhu Cixiang's eyes were closed tightly, and his mind was blurred, as if he was asleep.

But the skill in his hands did not stagnate. Facing Hong Xuanji's fists and feet, which weighed thousands of pounds, Zhu Cixiang's movements were also very fast. His hands and feet seemed to be filled with lead weights, becoming extremely heavy, and the power of his fists suddenly seemed to be doubled. , and actually managed to withstand Hong Xuanji's force like a sledgehammer.

After resisting Hong Xuanji's force, Zhu Cixiang's body twisted and turned, and actually resolved the force and transferred it to the ground.

In an instant, several large holes were trampled on the floor of the Imperial City Square.

"what?"

Hong Xuanji saw that something was wrong, because in front of him, Zhu Cihong seemed to be drunk, and in such a short moment, he managed to resolve six or seven moves of his own. The master actually had such level of martial arts cultivation, which made him look at Zhu Cixi with admiration.What Zhu Cixiang is showing now is that he is drunk but not drunk, and his heart is not drunk when he is drunk, as if he is practicing Drunken Boxing.

At this moment, the places Zhu Cixiang was bombarded by Hong Xuanji, his hands and feet, broken nerves, and tissues were all well repaired in this mental state, and his spirit was also rested. During the battle, Sleep, this is an unprecedented but very groundbreaking practice, and it is an extreme practice.

Hong Xuanji's pace was close, and he would not let go of the opportunity. Before Zhu Cixiang could distance himself, Hong Xuanji came up to him and hit Zhu Cixiang's chest hard. The power of this punch was boundless, carrying a brilliant The general trend, and his voice resounded and shook people's hearts.

"You fell asleep!"

The sound was as fast as the fist, and the fist was carrying air waves. When it hit Zhu Cixiang's tiger's mouth hard, Zhu Cixiang's hands were already guarding here at some point. The fists and palms connected, making a roaring sound, which made these soldiers of the Ming Dynasty see. It was a huge shock.

And Zhu Cixiang's feet did not stop. Instead, he swept across Hong Xuanji's center of gravity like a whip. He had a bronze head and an iron arm. This kick was also a killing move. If it had hit, Hong Xuanji wouldn't be able to do it. Any good ending.

tread!
Hong Xuanji's other hand also formed a fist seal, and he hit Zhu Cixiang's leg hard. The fists and legs were added together, and the force of a thousand pounds collided. The strength of Zhu Cixiang's waist suddenly exploded, and the strength of the two sides was even for a short time. , this time, the distance between the two became a little wider. Zhu Cixiang jumped back, and with a few glides, he retreated to a distance of more than ten feet behind Hong Xuanji.

"This Imperial Master has good physical strength!"

Among the crowd watching the battle, people from Yang Pan's side looked at the performance of the two in the battle and commented, "Wu Guoshi's physical strength is several times stronger than that of ordinary leather-trained warriors, and he also has a powerful attack in his sleep. Shen Xiaodao does have the capital to gain a foothold in the world."

"However, this person did not use Taoism or mystery to fight against the enemy. It is inevitable that he is a bit too big."

"No, Taisun, this is not some secret method of erupting a powerful offensive in sleep, this is a state of practice!"

Beside Yang Pan, Zhang Boheng said suddenly, "During practice, a monk's favorite state is called being unable to be mindless. Being unable to be mindless means that the body absorbs energy and breathes by itself, strengthens itself, and the spirit and soul return to the body. It is possible to practice the realm of Taoism, but what many people don't know is that there is another realm in the practice. This realm can make people continue to practice and practice martial arts after entering a dream. This realm is called Dreaming of divine power!"

Although this Zhang Boheng is not the leader of Zhengyi, he is currently the number one Taoist master of the younger generation of Zhengyi. This man's face is as white as jade, and there is a vague purple aura in his eyes. He is wearing a Taoist robe at a young age and has the air of a Taoist master. style.

"Dream into divine power?!"

"That's right, this is a realm, not a secret method!"

Yang Pan was shocked when he heard this, and looked at Zhu Cixi in disbelief, "Dream into the divine power, how could he enter such a profound realm? Is it rumored that it is a realm that can only be entered by people with extremely high attainments in martial arts and immortality? And look at this When a person enters the realm of dreaming and dreaming of divine power while facing an enemy, it means that this person has truly reached a level of perfection in this realm!"

　I started playing, Deep Sleep 3. The explosive power at this time was similar to Jiang Li's younger brother Jiang Tao, whose vitality was 0.9.

　　
　
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