Two Realms: I use martial arts to ask for longevity

Chapter 78: The mantis stalks the cicada, but the oriole follows behind (please collect and read)

"Excellent swordsmanship, is this the nine-fold wave, the most yang and the most strong?"

Tang Lin'er blinked hard, feeling shocked as she watched the remaining power of the sword dissipate.

Every time I feel like I'm catching up.

Unexpectedly, the other party ran further.

I just received the Tidal Breathing Method from the Third Miss, which allowed me to build my foundation and advance my marrow cleansing state a step forward.

It was not easy for him to cultivate Dielang Jin to the third level, and he was even close to comprehending the essence of the second level of "Pure World Lotus Body".

Thinking that it won't be long before I am not as good as Zhou Ping'an, I won't be far behind.

The results of it.

Seeing the majesty of the knife, he was so shocked that he almost bit his tongue.

I made more than ten cuts with all my strength, but only broke a little of the monster's skin, and the blade was curled.

As for the other party.

The knife cuts over the head, which is an understatement. This is not the same level at all.

Not only Tang Lin'er was hit.

Fang Tielin, then stop talking...

The black-bearded man became slightly silent for some unknown reason.

There was clearly a trace of awe in the eyes looking at Zhou Pingan.

There was a loud cheering sound from above the Ghost Crying Cliff.

Those were the servants of the Lin Family Nursing Home. When they saw the waterfall of sword light, their confidence was greatly boosted.

"Good sword skills."

From the opposite cliff, there was also a sharp cheer.

This time, it was not a compliment, but a hint of resentment.

A figure stepped on the stone wall and a dead tree, and fluttered down like a sparrow.

His body movements are agile and his movements are fast. Compared with Zhou Ping'an's previous movements of falling with the rope, he not only looks ten times more relaxed, but also ten times more chic.

After landing, seven ghost figures exploded and flew back to the left and right.

Ding-ding-ding-ding.

Several sharp sounds.

Tang Lin'er and Fang Tielin, the two martial arts masters who had just retreated, shouted and flew back.

In a moment, Tang Lin'er was hit by three swords...

A sword injured his right arm, cutting the tendons and breaking bones, and the long knife fell.

One sword stabbed him in the abdomen, and another sword slashed his thigh.

Fortunately, he retreated very quickly and prevented his vital points in time, so he was not in danger of death.

He kept clinging to the cliff until he stopped in shock.

Fang Tielin was even more miserable. He only had time to use his mace to protect his face, but he had already been hit by seven or eight swords all over his body.

Blood was pouring all over his body, and he was vomiting blood crazily in his mouth.

If he hadn't practiced the Hengshan Iron Clothes Kung Fu, he would probably have to confess at this time.

"Deng Yuanhua..."

Zhou Pingan gritted his teeth slightly.

He couldn't keep up with Deng Yuanhua's speed. Just as he started to rescue, the opponent had already finished fighting.

Damn [Ghost Step].

Zhou Ping'an realized more and more how much a superior light skill could add to one's strength.

No matter how powerful you are and how clever you are, if you can't hit anyone, you can only get angry at the air, which is of no use at all.

Take a closer look at Deng Yuanhua.

The last time we fought was at night, the light was not very good, and the opponent made a surprise attack, coming and going like lightning.

It's not very clear.

It was only then that I saw it clearly.

The man in black robes standing in front of him, who was more than ten feet away from him, had a face as pink and tender as a child, a short figure only as high as an adult's crotch, and slender hands and feet that seemed to be as large as a child's.

He obviously looks like a child from top to bottom, but there is no childishness at all. There is a fierce and evil look between his eyebrows, which makes people unhappy at first sight.

"It's your grandpa and I. Unexpectedly, I've been waiting for you for a long time."

Deng Yuanhua might have remembered the past and suppressed it hard. At this time, his voice was as sharp as a eunuch, and he threw his head back and laughed.

"Zhou Ping'an, if you continue to hide under Lin Huaiyu's skirt and don't come out, I will naturally do nothing for you. I shouldn't do it. I want to practice Yin Yang and Hedan.

It's your turn to die here today, even the King of Heaven and I can't save you. "

Zhou Ping'an had a smile on his face. He didn't take Deng Yuanhua's insults seriously at all. Instead, he sighed: "There is a road to heaven but you don't take it. There is no door to hell and you just barged in. It's a pity, it's a pity."

Originally, if the leader of Baicao Hall had an upright character and the two sides fought with each other, who would lose or win would only blame himself for his lack of strength and lack of cultivation.

It's nothing. But I don't know what kind of stimulation this person got. As the leader of a powerful force, he likes to hurt people with hidden arrows. He is also sneaky and thief-minded, and he acts like an assassin.

If not, Zhou Pingan would not rack his brains and kill this guy first at all costs.

In fact, this kind of enemy who is both shameless and cruel is too dangerous.

If we don't get rid of this person, we will find it hard to eat and sleep well.

Zhou Ping'an just finished speaking.

Deng Yuanhua felt bad.

He is inherently vigilant, and unless he encounters an opponent who is much weaker than himself, his attacks will usually come and go like the wind, and he will retreat in one blow.

[The Thirteen Swords of Ghost Gate] is inherently light and agile.

Coupled with [Ghost Shadow Step] and [King of Hell Needle], in the arena, even among the many masters in the Zang Refining Realm, he is considered the best.

His moves are cunning and insidious, and he rarely encounters an opponent.

He has always felt that he was very powerful.

Especially in the small Qingyang City, even the county magistrate and county captain had to talk to him politely, so that he felt that there was no one worth fearing.

However, that day, Lin Huaiyu struck out with a sword. The wave of the sword was like a sea, and its power turned nine times, almost leaving his life in the Baicao Hall.

Only then did he realize that the reason why he had been able to run rampant was not because he was so powerful, but because he had never met a truly powerful master or someone who could truly restrain himself.

Fubo's sword technique is simply his natural enemy.

He sneaked outside the Lin family's house several times, hoping to attack Zhou Ping'an to get rid of the bad breath in his heart.

After thinking about it, he was still worried about alarming Lin Huaiyu, so he finally did not take action.

When I heard the meaning of Zhou Ping'an's words, I was as frightened as a bird.

As soon as his short figure bounced, he lifted his feet off the ground and soared into the air like a flying bird...

The next moment, he naturally rushed to the edge of the cliff and retreated first to respect him.

"late."

A crisp and soft sound.

Ringing in the ears.

Deng Yuanhua did not notice that the three herbalists in bamboo hats who followed Zhou Ping'an down to the valley had been lagging behind and did not come forward, nor were they far away from him.

Among them, a thin figure suddenly shone brightly around him.

A rain of knives, like a sky ripple or a net on the ground, slashed at him.

This sword does not have any earth-shattering power.

On the contrary, it is as soft as the spring rain in March.

The dots of sword light reflect the skylight and turn into countless extremely soft and fine knife wires, which incarnate Deng Yuan within five feet and seal it tightly, just like a ball of swords.

The roar of the knife followed immediately like muffled thunder.

The air in all directions rippled and squeezed, faintly turning into a shining blue wave.

Deng Yuanhua felt anxious and felt his breathing shortness of breath. He couldn't even take in any air.

At this moment, his hair stood on end, his figure flashed, and he dashed from left to right.

Swords flashed...

In a flash of lightning, after just blocking two moves, I felt my limbs shaking and my internal organs numb.

From the corner of his eye, he could also see that the young man who had been standing still, more than ten feet away, also leaned forward and rushed over with his sword.

Before the sword was released, a wave of swords had already gathered in front of him...

Fell into a trap.

Deng Yuanhua was so overwhelmed that he couldn't help opening his mouth and shouting: "Master Gao, are you still not taking action now?"

"What's the hurry? Don't worry, no one can leave."

A loud laugh came from the top of the cliff.

The huge black shadow rumbled down.

Before the people arrived, Zhou Ping'an saw a huge eight-edged purple hammer as big as a grain basket, roaring and falling with the strong wind on his head.

The person who came was tall and strong, about two meters tall, with broad arms and a round waist.

At this time, the head is down and the feet are up, falling from the sky.

A hammer blow down, almost as powerful as the mountain collapsing.

'Gao Jin! '

He even laid an ambush.

It's really insidious.

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(End of this chapter)