Two Realms: I use martial arts to ask for longevity

Chapter 42 Lotus body, six times the power burst

"Feint."

The old man Yin Yang almost lost his temper and vomited blood.

He was so frightened that he couldn't dodge after being feinted by the opponent's sword, but he just returned it.

He didn't even care if the other party took the little girl away under his nose.

However, before the kid broke open the window and escaped, he didn't forget to draw back his sword and cut Wei Dazui's throat with the knife.

The miserable howling sound coming from the big mouth was completely sealed in the throat.

'This is Chi Guoguo's teasing and ignoring! '

The old man Yin Yang fell down and without thinking, he pointed his toes slightly and followed Zhou Ping'an's departure direction, pursuing him with all his might.

Last time, I was too careless.

Got chopped by this kid.

This time, he was too careful.

Let the other party save the person easily and leave.

Although no one saw the previous scene, the old man Yin Yang still felt that his face was dull and burning, as if he had been slapped more than ten times from left to right.

"Could this person be my nemesis? No matter what, I can't keep him."

He was cruel.

Make up your mind, as long as you catch up with the opponent, you will suddenly kill him, no matter what.

It turns out.

Some ideas are good.

It's not that easy to do.

What makes Yin Yang old man feel aggrieved is.

After saving the little girl and holding her in his arms, Zhou Ping'an not only did not retreat from the original path, but instead rushed towards the depths of the house.

Wherever there are many people, just run.

The sword light set off heavy waves of blood.

Suddenly, Qingmu was in the middle, and the sound of killing was heard.

Under the firelight and black smoke, there were so many figures that it was hard to tell who was who.

……

"Get out of the way, where is the divine archer?"

A loud shout rang out.

The big fierce horse in Lijiang River danced with a thick iron rod in its hand, swept through thousands of troops, whined and roared, and hit Zhou Ping'an.

In the Qingmu Juzhong Nursing Home, three or four people had broken bones and tendons on the spot, and they were vomiting blood and flying.

This vicious man goes crazy and even beats his own people.

With one sweep of the stick, it didn't matter whether Zhou Ping'an was fighting or fleeing.

He looked up to the sky and roared wildly, and the people followed the stick. The wind roared from the stick, and the stick crashed down, hitting dozens of shadows of the stick.

"Take my crazy magic stick technique."

Ma Ming used his stick as a front and charged like a bull.

Zhou Ping'an's blade was slightly tilted, and when he took the stick, he felt his arm was slightly sore and numb, and he almost couldn't even hold the horizontal knife in his hand steadily...

What's more, he saw, hidden among the countless stick shadows, a sword, quietly wiping towards his neck.

But Ma Liang didn't know when he broke into the shadow of the stick and attacked with a knife.

The two brothers surnamed Ma made their moves at random, one after the other.

The force of the stick is majestic and powerful, while the knife-like movement leaves the leaves in the wind, complementing each other.

It actually has a strange beauty.

One knife and one stick, combined with each other, are extremely wonderful.

Zhou Ping'an just took the three moves and didn't want to continue fighting like this.

From the corner of his eye, he could already see that the Yin Yang Old Man had secretly poked and moved around to block his way to break through.

'If you don't want me to leave, then I won't leave. '

Zhou Pingan sneered in his heart.

Not only did he no longer break out of the encirclement, he turned around and re-entered the crowd.

Go wherever there are people.

Behind him, the light of the sword and the shadow of the stick followed him with a rumble.

There was a loud scream.

"Stop fighting, stop fighting."

"One of our own."

"It's so bright, so bright, why don't you stop."

In the sound of shouting.

Aoki was in the middle, and it was a mess.

In addition, Tang Lin'er was still wandering around, killing people with a knife in a sinister way.

The Qingmu residents were so frightened that all the people who were guarding the house ran away and fled wildly outside the house.

What kind of thief should I catch?
To put out what fire?

Go eat shit.

They're all from lunatics.

As for Ma Ming shouting about the divine archer, he didn't even show his shadow.

Zhou Ping'an didn't see a single arrow.

At this time, the benefit of being killed immediately came to Tao Fang.

The consequence of having no one to direct and fighting on their own is that everyone has their own little calculations and cannot work together as one.

Not only did Zhou Ping'an escape easily, he also took the time to take out the rag from Xiao Jiu's mouth.

He cut the ropes tied to her hands and feet, and tied the little guy to his back.

"Brother Ping An."

Xiaojiu stretched out her tender lotus root-like arms and hugged Zhou Pingan's neck tightly. Instead of panic, her voice was full of joy.

"I knew you would come to save me."

"Well done to that big mouth."

"Also, the old man with the white beard is so disgusting..."

Zhou Pingan laughed: "Okay, that old man will die, no one can save him, I said so." You can't say that he is crazy.

In the midst of a dangerous battle, there is still room for joking.

But Zhou Pingan discovered something very important.

'The Ma family brothers, although they are very powerful and have heavy attacks, are powerful figures in the realm of blood exchange. They have also practiced the Vajra Body. They have strong bodies and are extremely difficult to break. Their ability to continue fighting is also extremely strong. '

'However, despite all their advantages and abilities, the two of them have one shortcoming that they cannot hide. '

After blocking three sticks and receiving five knives.

Zhou Ping'an has been determined.

The opponent's movement speed was more than a step slower than his own.

Very normal.

Warriors with extremely strong defenses, strong physical bodies and tall bodies are often not very good at some small body and footwork techniques such as jumping up and down.

Among them, the horse that quits the sword is bright.

The running speed is slightly faster than Ma Ming.

Among the three masters, the fastest is Yin Yang Old Man.

'In that case, then, separate it. '

Until now, Zhou Ping'an still has not used the secret bursting skill of the newly cultivated second-level "Pure World Lotus Body".

He just uses his sword skills in a normal way and fights with the opponent.

Even if it never broke out.

He probably also knows how much his own cultivation of this red lotus secret skill has greatly improved his strength.

Although his cultivation level has not improved much.

The physical foundation has become much stronger than the original one.

Especially the "root bone".

This thing cannot be seen or touched.

From the side, you can still sense something unusual.

Zhou Ping'an used the Red Lotus Heart Seal to burn the white mind thread, and found that his body had undergone tremendous changes in subtle ways.

For example, in terms of strength, it is as much as 50% greater for no reason.

Nor is it just a change in strength.

His shooting speed, body flexibility, and nerve reactions have all made great progress.

In the past, I didn't think there was anything extraordinary about some moves, but when I used them casually, I felt an indescribable feeling of joy.

Punches and swords are thrown casually, with invisible rhythm and beauty, seeming to be in harmony with the energy of heaven and earth, and can exert unexplainable power.

To put it bluntly, an ordinary punch can produce the effect of a unique skill.

This is outrageous.

"No wonder, the Purifying Lotus Body is known as one of the three great magical powers of the Red Lotus Sect.

Being able to improve the innate root bones is indeed worthy of the name of magical power.

So, what is the true intention of Zhang Honglian Liehuo? Could it be the same..."

While running out of Qingmuju, he entered Changle Street.

Thoughts were running through my mind.

Zhou Ping'an rushed forward and looked back.

Then he saw that the three masters chasing after him were indeed separated from the front and back.

He just ran more than thirty feet away.

The Ma brothers have fallen more than ten feet.

On the other hand, the old man Yin Yang, who was on the front foot and the back foot, quickly caught up with him.

Zhou Ping'an could even feel the other party's long inhalation...

And the coldness that penetrates into the bone marrow on the vest and the back of the neck.

"Where are you going to escape?"

Yin Yang Old Man's voice became slightly shrill.

Like a night owl chirping...

A palm came out silently and touched the back of Zhou Ping'an's neck.

This move of "Cathode Palm" has been brewing for a long time, and as soon as it was launched, frosty wind blew from all sides.

The air condenses water mist...

It can be seen that the ice is extremely cold.

Thinking of the last time, he slapped the opponent hastily and froze half of his body.

The old man Yin Yang was very confident that with one full palm strike this time, he would be able to turn his opponent into ice and turn him into bloody powder.

"I've been waiting for you for a long time."

Zhou Ping'an didn't know when he stopped.

Facing this move of Yinji Palm, he did not dodge or dodge, nor did he block it with a sword.

Instead, his body swayed slightly, his bones and tendons bulged, and he raised most of his head, and his body muscles swelled as if they were inflated.

The surface of the skin glowed with bright fire, and a faint lotus pattern appeared.

Zhou Pingan grinned, suddenly raised the palm of his left hand, turned around and struck with a palm.

His left palm had become knotted with sinews and the palm was dark red.

A wave of heat came into view, not only melting the body, but also burning the soul.

"boom……"

Two palms, one red and one black, collided heavily.

On the long street, there seemed to be a Jiao Lei sound.

There were layers of ripples in the air, and a stream of white steam surged towards the two of them, splashing up circles of gray mist.

The dark palm of Yin Yang Old Man deformed, twisted, and exploded in the ripples...

It turned into countless tiny blood clots and powdery mist, impacting in all directions.

Under the shock of this power.

Not only was his left palm shattered, but his left forearm was also broken inch by inch.

The entire upper body felt as if it was being blown by a strong wind.

His beard and hair flew back, blood spurted from his mouth, he fell to the ground and slid five or six feet away.

[Lotus body, six times the power burst]
(End of this chapter)