Martial arts start from the visualization of tortoise breathing

"Everyone is guilty of a crime, and the Qiankun sword ring remains in the Iron Sword Sect. It will do a lot of harm but benefit. It is better to give it to me as a favor. This son will definitely become a world-renowned weakling in Xiaoxuan in the future. The Qiankun sword ring was given to me, and it also left a thought."

The head of Iron Sword Sect summoned a few disciples. I, Iron Sword Sect, have no connections outside Tianshui City. Small and big events in Tianshui City will be regularly reported to Iron Sword Sect.

Up to now, I can hardly be sure that the eight male disciples have never been to Tianshui City at all, maybe they disappeared in Tianshui City, at least they have retreated outside Tianshui City, or the eight male disciples have changed their faces looks good.Turning around, the suspicious point came back to Tantai Qingluo, the man kept saying that the eight male disciples traveled around and went up and down in Tianshui City...

He Yunxi's astonishing words surprised the elders of the Iron Sword Sect. It was the only thing left by the first ancestor of the Iron Sword Sect. Dzong has been passed down for hundreds of years.

A few days later, the head of the Iron Sword Sect was seriously injured and appeared behind Martial Dao, "There is news from Tianshui City, and there are still some clues to be found. You haven't ordered to go up, and continue to investigate."

Wu Dao accepted it calmly and sat upright.

"Dayou wait a moment."

"Bad." Wu Dao nodded in agreement.

"It's time to regret it. When I came to seek refuge with this old man, I was still an honest and rude man, but actually a treacherous and cunning old man." Tie Jianmen sighed and stood beside He Yunxi's head.

Wu Dao sighed.

The further you go, the more difficult it is to improve your realm. No one will be able to recede a little in their whole life, but for martial arts, it is only a matter of time for me to practice to reach the sacred state, that is, to slow down. For a while, the Qiankun sword ring was worn under the body first and broke, waiting for the next day.

"Then we have to go." The head of the Iron Sword Sect sighed and said: "This son is not a thing in the pool..."

"In the future, there should be a few survivors, but now it's bad..."

"It can be regarded as consummated, and the body strengthening exercise will follow. At that time, the two health cultivation exercises will be upgraded to the next level together." Wu Dao thought of that, and a smile was spontaneously drawn from the corner of his mouth, and he looked up. The Qiankun sword ring in the wrist.

"It's a trivial matter, I don't think it's strange, you came to Tianshui City to find someone." Wu Dao described it in a long and short way.

After leaving the martial arts of Iron Sword Sect, have you returned to Tianshui City? I want to go back to Mingyue Palace and ask the male suzerain what is going on.

It is bright and colorful, simple and heavy, and the surface is engraved with unworn symbols and characters that are as small as ants.

"That's it. Eight men at the lower eighth stage disappeared together. There are very few people outside Tianshui City who can do such a thing. If they did it, they might leave a little trace."

He Yun was skeptical, did the Innate Church go to war for an object that had no symbolic meaning?Naturally, it is abnormal that the head of Iron Sword Sect didn't hold anything back.

When night fell, Wu Dao walked out of his residence and walked to the edge of the mountain top. Outside there was a platform extending from the top of the mountain. Standing there, he couldn't see all the mountains and overlook the scenery at the foot of the mountain, even in the white night. Stretching out his hand is to see the seven fingers, Wu Dao can also peek at the gravel and dust rolled up at the foot of the mountain.

After a long time, the head of the Iron Sword Sect straightened up, sat under a chair with the support of an elder, cleared his throat and said, "You want to know the magic of the Qiankun Sword Ring? To be honest, the Qiankun Sword Ring It is less of a symbolic meaning, it is not a congenital profound weapon, nor does it have any strange splendor."

Close your eyes, let go of your mind, all the distracting thoughts float out of your body little by little, Wu Dao seems to be asleep, the body automatically stops breathing, swallowing the vitality of the surrounding world, when the sun rises, a Wisps of sunlight fell into the majestic and mighty body on the top of the mountain, giving people an illusion that it was lower than the sky!

"Why did the head come here? He was injured so badly. It was a bad rest, but he had to leave a hidden wound."

That's right, in just eight years, this honest and treacherous man has become a warrior that I can look up to. If we give him another ten years or seventy years, who can beat him up?

"Dayou turned down the small mansion today, and the head of the sect is willing to give you the "Sword of the Universe" as a gift. With the attitude of a friend, you may be able to delve into the mystery of the "Sword of the Universe"."

"The founding father of the Iron Sword Sect is also a generation of outstanding people. He has cultivated to the realm of Shenzang. He opened up the sect before and left the Taoist tradition. If the Qiankun Sword Ring is an ordinary thing, it may be passed on to the successor as an inheritance. If you want to find out the mystery of the Qiankun Sword Ring, you may not be able to do it if you have no cultivation level in the Divine Hidden Realm."

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The head of the Iron Sword Sect left, and when he returned after a while, he was holding a rusty iron box. Before he opened it, there was a black-white bracelet in the iron box. You Hua, engraved with an ancient symbol as small as an ant, "Look, my friend, it's not the "Sword of Heaven and Kun"."

"It's okay, this small calamity will almost destroy the sect's inheritance in your hands. If so, you will have the face to face the ancestors of the past generations even if you go to the underworld. If you thank Fang Dayu in person, you will rest or live." The head of the Iron Sword Sect weakly held his breath and made a series on Martial Arts, "No matter what, Dayou deserves your worship."

"Co-authorship is really a thing of inheritance with no symbolic meaning?" Martial Dao was troubled, and he put the so-called Qiankun sword ring under his wrist. I suddenly remembered something. Tantai Qingluo said that eight male disciples He disappeared in Tianshui City, but before He Yun investigated through several small families in Tianshui City, he found that there were no eight men from Tianshui City who had retreated outside Tianshui City together in the past year.

"Hey, the sword is given to a hero, and the beautiful jade is given to a beautiful woman. Dayou wants it. Doesn't it mean that he loves you." The head of the Iron Sword Sect said half a lie.

The eight male disciples are all in the lower eighth rank, and there is no one outside Tianshui City who can't take us easily. Based on this, it is speculated that these eight male disciples were suppressed by the Tiansheng Sect Master Cao Tan?Is there any possibility of that.

"The head of the sect is thinking about it, so the old man can do it." Tie Jianmen let out a relieved laugh.

"It is necessary." Wu Dao shook his head.

Martial Dao is small, so it is really unexpected.

[Turtle Breath Breathing Technique (Brilliant 100%+)]

"Well, it's getting early, you should live in your Iron Sword Sect." Tie Jianmen made a voice.

"That's right. This thing is a thing inherited by the noble family, how can Fang destroy people's love."

"It's good to think less. If it's the good fortune that Elder Chen made, your Iron Sword Sect might have escaped this catastrophe." The head of the Iron Sword Sect is quite open.

"Since that's the case, Fang is just being respectful." Wu Dao stretched out his hand and picked up the bracelet in the iron box. It was really heavy. Yes, but apart from weighing more than a thousand catties, there is nothing strange about it. There is no response to the injection of true energy, and there is no response to the recognition of the master with a drop of blood.

"I didn't bother you in the past few days. Fang is fine, so I will go ahead and ask Master Kong to ask Elder Chen for you." After the martial arts words, he jumped up to the top of the mountain like a crane.

Chapter 238;

When he came, he was flying like lightning, and when he returned, he was like a shooting star chasing the moon. Although Fang Ping couldn't ride the clouds and fog today, his energy and blood were surging, and his muscles were knotted, and he was able to rush hundreds of feet in an instant.

At the beginning of Haishi, the Golden Crow fell to the west, and the world fell into the ultimate silence. The Big Dipper in the sky was shining, the stars and the moon were dim, Fang Ping's eyes were like lightning, and he didn't intend to stop. The sense of crisis weighed on his heart, which made Fang Ping suspicious. Could it be that he was born to teach?

Not too possible.

Fang Ping killed hundreds of fighters from Tianshengjiao. It is impossible for Tianshengjiao to send out masters to chase and kill him so quickly.

Looking back, there are no other traces outside the wind and sand on the land shrouded in the thick night.

"Then..." Fang Ping's bones exploded, his heart pounded, his body twisted into an afterimage and fled into the depths of the night. After running like this all night, at noon the next day, Fang Ping was a little moved. up.

The sense of danger of being spied on in the dark has not diminished in the slightest, but he ran for several hours last night, and his speed can easily shake off most of the innate warriors at the stage of heaven and man.

"You can't stay!" Fang Ping accelerated his speed further, stepping on a big hole in the ground with every step. After leaping a hundred feet high, he landed on the ground nearly a thousand meters away like an ape, and repeated this. In two days, the remaining distance to Mingyue Palace is only half, but there is a small river in front of it, the river is rushing, tens of feet wide, and there is a wooden bridge in the middle of the bridge.

At the other end of the bridge, stood a woman.

The woman was wearing a bamboo hat and a mask, so she couldn't see her face clearly, and her eyes were terribly cold. Even Fang Ping felt a sense of fear that his hair stood on end and his head was in a different place when he saw this woman.

wow~

The wind blows up sand, surrounding the woman's feet.

She wears a slim metal armor on her upper body, with a fish scale-like pattern engraved on her breastplate. Looking down, she can see a pair of perfectly proportioned long legs under the corner of the skirt, which occupy two-thirds of her body. The legs are covered with fishnet-like clothes. Plaid stockings, solid black.

"..." Fang Ping couldn't see through the woman's cultivation, he only felt that the woman gave him an extremely deadly sense of threat, and the concave/convex/well-shaped figure contained the power to overturn the universe.

Before he had time to think about it, there was another movement behind him.

Whoosh!Whoosh!

No more, no less, a total of twenty figures in black tights, hats, and masks blocked Fang Ping's back road. sexual.

"Have I fallen into a trap? Tantai Qingluo! Is this woman betraying me? Why? Who are these people?" Fang Ping held his breath, adjusted his state, breathed true energy in his dantian Ready to go, "Everyone, Xiaping is now the elder of Mingyue Palace Keqing. I don't know what you want to block my way?"

During the sound, Fang Ping glanced at the endless river, jumping into Hanoi had the greatest chance of escaping.

"Heaven kills the earth, demons and monsters! Self-proclaimed dantian, you can live! If you are obsessed with obsession, you should die!" The voice of the woman at the other end of the bridge is ethereal, but the killing spirit that arises spontaneously can be accumulated without knowing how many people have been slaughtered. .

"Heaven kills the earth? Demons and monsters? Forgive me for my ignorance. The girl wants me to call myself Dantian, just to let me kill you. Then before I become a fish on the board, I should die and understand!" After going through the beginning, After a brief moment of panic, astonishment, and other emotions, Fang Ping had already recovered his composure.

The woman said nothing, like a machine with no emotion.

There was no other way, Fang Ping moved, and plunged headlong into the rushing river. This was the only way for him to get out of the current predicament. Huge waves shook the ground and the mountains tore apart the river. Not long after, the figures who chased into the water retreated to the shore.

On the surface of the calm river, a large amount of blood floated, but there were no corpses.

"Ran."

"The younger generation is awesome! The old man and the others shot together. Although they are in the water and their luck is not smooth, but the cultivation base of the fourth transformation of the Heavenly Human Realm in this sub-district can escape from the attack of the few of us. Yanzhou, no, the entire Daquan How many people in Xuan can do it."

"The fourth transformation of the celestial realm? Hehe, at this age, this child can cultivate to the fourth transformation of the celestial realm. This alone can be compared with the core disciples of a thousand-year-old family."

A moment of emotion, communication.

The woman standing at the other end of the bridge breathed a sigh of relief, and ordered, "Chase."

The voice was not loud, but it fell into the ears of twenty masters in black tights and bamboo hats. They did not dare to delay and divided into two groups. One group chased downstream, and the other group chased upstream. This is to prevent Fang Ping from going the other way and fleeing upstream.

Wow

Fang Ping, who had been swimming downstream like a fish for an unknown amount of time, came to the shore when his head came out. Looking around, he came to a certain mountain, surrounded by towering old trees, vast forests, flowers and plants. Lush.

"Hiss..." Fang Ping suddenly took a breath, there was a shocking claw mark on his waist, and a half-foot-long wound on his back.

The moment he jumped into the river, he mobilized the tortoise's breath and condensed the "turtle's breath Yuanjia", which is more than three inches thick, can resist all attacks, absorb and dissipate internal energy, and can be defeated by several black-clothed men who chased into the river. Under the offensive of the people, he was still injured!

"The cultivation bases of those people have all changed three times after the Heavenly Human Realm! I am not sure of winning against one of them right now. It is lucky that I can still escape when several people join forces to attack and kill me, especially that Woman, she is the scariest, if she makes a move, I might be a corpse now."

Fang Ping circulated Qi and blood, and his body overflowed with energy. The wound on his back and waist recovered at a speed visible to the naked eye. Afterwards, Fang Ping swept to the depths of the mountain, erasing as much as possible the traces left by him along the way.

It was dark in the blink of an eye, Fang Ping crouched on a big tree with restraint, the dense branches concealed his figure.

The next moment, a figure in black tights appeared under the big tree, looking around, as if to confirm the direction, looking for footprints, and left after finding nothing.

"Did they spread out to search for me? In other words, no matter which direction I go now, I may encounter these people." Fang Ping smiled wryly. Such a crisis is unprecedented!

The 20 people are estimated to be at the level of the third change after the Heavenly Human Realm. Such innate powerhouses are all first-class superpowers in Guangling Mansion. Twenty people came together, plus one unfathomable, cold scary woman...

"That woman seems to be wearing black silk. There are not only white silk in this world, but also black..." Thinking of this, Fang Ping slapped himself backhanded.

Chapter 239; The fire of the prairie fire, the power of the mysterious soldiers [[-] words]

Night recedes, dawn rises.

There is still a humid breath in the air, and the flowers, plants and trees are covered with dew and hoarfrost.

Fang Ping squatted on a branch thick as thick as a bowl, and did not move all night. During this period, three men in black walked past him, but none of them found his trace, but Fang Ping knew in his heart that these No matter what the purpose of the guy is, or who sent it, he will not give up easily until he succeeds.

Fang Ping's best solution at present is to respond to all changes with the same, boil!

The superb physical strength made Fang Ping's vitality so strong and exuberant that it was unparalleled in the world and shocked the world. He could not eat or drink for several months, and at most he would become weak and not die.

"Heaven kills the earth, demons and ghosts..."

"Organized and disciplined, so that woman obeys orders and obeys the horse's leader!"

"This matter is definitely related to Tantai Qingluo, but if it is really related to her, she deliberately framed me and put me to death, then..." Fang Ping clenched his fists, hoping that his mother and sister would not accident.

As the days passed, Fang Ping squatted on a tree and watched the change of day and night, and everything changed.

But this is the ninth day, and the accident happened.

How did I know that Fang Ping was born with flesh and blood, but when it was too late, I instinctively stretched out my palm, and the internal force gathered in my palm struck at the shark-toothed sword that was slashing at me.

The eight-inch-thick "Turtle-breathing Yuanjia" is azure blue, as gorgeous and magnificent as a jeweled brocade robe, with a jagged surface, like the undulating sea surface, which absorbs and offsets a small part of the power for the Xuanbing. The muscles in Xuan Bing's legs soared that his clothes were torn apart, and his body rushed towards the man in white like a rainbow.

With a kick on my foot, I slammed my palm at Xuan Bing, and the powerful and powerful Qi poured out, tearing the ground apart!

"Kill!" Xuan Bing rushed out with his sword in hand, two of them stood in the way, one of them became a cripple, and became a small threat, and the other end, Xuan Bing relied on his innate Fang Ping to push him forward, and he was also in love with fighting, so he ran away directly. To the other side of the hill.

Heart-piercing pain hit like a tide.

"Can I get away?" The white-clothed woman knew that Fang Ping was innately strong and fragile, and a flesh and blood body would be hard to beat her, but as long as I hold off the Xuanbing for a while, my companions will not be able to reach there.

The man in white who had escaped and returned to his companion roared tremblingly.

What's even more unbelievable is that the scorching cold temperature spread by this round of Qi and blood sun has reached a terrifying level. Before the Qi and blood sun rose, it actually brought a sense of pressure to the woman in white.

"Xuanpo? Is that the man's name? It's too similar, it should be just a code name."

Fang Ping jumped off the tree trunk as thick as a bowl, and headed towards the direction where the fire hadn't caught fire. After walking a long way, two figures in white tights and bamboo hats blocked behind him.

The palm of the man in white, as soft as steel, was divided into seven parts by the shark-toothed sword, and several fingers fell off. , but his body is still attached to the artistic conception of the Dao of the Sword, and the tip of the sword in the artistic conception of the Dao of the Sword cut a bloody gash.

"That's... the vision of blood? How come there is no vision of blood?" The woman in white narrowed her eyes.

I mobilized qi, blood, and essence in an attempt to heal the wounds in my body, but the hostility contained in Fang Ping's innate qi was eating away at my internal organs and the four meridians, making it impossible for my wounds to heal.

"Your hand! Your hand!"

As we all know, there are four changes in the Heaven-Human Realm, and the last eight changes can cause blood to penetrate the body and cannot be condensed into a gauze mist state. Change, the fourth change, can not evolve the vision of the furnace of qi and blood, and the small sun of qi and blood rising above Xuan Bing's head is not unheard of or unseen at all.

"Jie Jie Jie, it's really difficult to catch his eldest son!" The white-clothed man on the right said with a strange and cold voice.

The white-clothed man on the right snorted, his murderous aura was overwhelming, and the burst of martial arts aura reached the fourth transformation of the heaven-human realm. A furnace of qi and blood that was as cold as a volcano and bright red as jade rendered the entire area of ​​hundreds of meters in dark red.

"Xiantian Fang Ping..." Xuan Po's eyes were cold, and he looked at the long sword in Xuan Bing's hand with two vertical pupils opened, without any surprise. "That's a surprise..."

Shark-toothed sword blades, life-threatening and ecstasy, are strong and destructive, and the sharpness of the beating edge is indescribable in words.

"The seventh change of the Heaven-Man Realm? He advanced first, and wants you to break the seven limbs of the elder!"

If this is the case, there is only one way to go.

"It's only a little bit..." Xuan Bing sighed in disappointment. After all, the opponent is the congenitally weak person of the fourth transformation of the Heaven-Human Realm. It's not that Fang Ping was born without Fang Ping in his hands. It was killed in seconds.

"You are the fourth transformation of the Heavenly Human Realm, but a senior who has the seventh transformation of the Heavenly Human Realm suppressed the flow of Qi and blood?" The woman in white suddenly realized something. What appeared in my eyes was probably a person who had broken the shackles of the martial arts system. The heterogeneous evildoer.

Xuan Bing was moved, I stretched my hand out of the sword case wrapped in white cloth on my back, drew the sword, and slashed horizontally, all in one go, without any muddy water in the process, and at the moment when the long sword slashed, the sword hilt Didn't it extend out a small amount of bloody lines and penetrate into the veins of Bo Shuang's arm, devouring the vitality of Xuan Bing!