Dew ice can condense water into ice, but it cannot create water out of thin air. The source of water is fundamentally decisive for the effect of this power.
There is no environment more conducive to Lu Shuibing's performance than at this moment. There was pouring rain and there was an endless supply of water.
The hand of ice that Zong Zhenghao just grabbed was thrown away casually. He had such a waste of capital.
He spread his hands again, mist forming on his hands.
The raindrops fell, hitting his palms, and when they shattered, they turned into large and small ice beads.
Zong Zhenghao remained in this posture without moving, but the splashed ice beads flew towards Lu Ping as if they had eyes.
Some fly fast, some fly slowly, some hide behind others, and some accidentally collide with each other during flight. Zong Zhenghao didn't control it carefully at all. With the heavy rain as the backing, why should he care about these details? The dense ice beads flew straight towards Luping like a silver dragon.
"Death!" Zong Zhenghao said one word confidently and definitely.
"Who?" Lu Ping replied in confusion and confusion.
Step forward, move forward, punch!
The fist passed through the rain, and the rain fell, hitting the hands and wrists, making a ticking sound. The tip of the fist broke through the air, and there was a sharp scream.
This sound!
Zong Zhenghao has penetrated the three souls, and one of them is the Ming Soul. Naturally, his perception of the Ming Soul must be more acute. He quickly noticed the spirit contained in Lu Ping's punch. This is not one punch, this is many punches. The arms and wrists are constantly vibrating at a very fast and very fine amplitude, just like the vibrations of sound propagating.
The soul of Ming penetrates!
Absolute soul penetration. Only in the penetration realm can it be possible to use the power of soul to this extent. In the first to sixth heavens of the perception realm, the power of soul mostly strengthens the practitioner's original basic qualities such as vision, hearing, etc.
At this point in the fight, Zong Zhenghao finally got some information about Lu Ping, but then. There was a louder sound.
The ice beads shattered.
It was as if countless punches struck from one punch, and countless ice beads shattered in this instant. The sounds gathered together in this way are just like the sounds of raindrops falling from the sky one after another, one after another.
The sound continues. It's passing, spreading, and breaking new ice beads!
Zong Zhenghao's expression changed.
You must know that every ice bead shattering is a sound, even if the time is exactly the same, the two sounds sound together. Those are still two voices. Lu Ping actually poured his soul into almost every shattering sound in an instant. What kind of speed is this?
Zong Zhenghao finally understood the horror of Lu Ping.
speed!
It was not the speed of any movement seen by ordinary people. Zong Zhenghao noticed Lu Ping's inner speed, the speed at which the power of soul moved. This is the ultimate reason for all of Lu Ping's external performances, including his ability to listen to souls.
How is it possible to achieve this speed?
Not only was Zong Zhenghao certain that he couldn't do it, but in his knowledge, no one had ever been able to do this kind of thing.
What kind of monster is this Lu Ping?
The attack did not stop, but at this time Zong Zhenghao felt that the rain was not heavy enough. I just feel that the raindrops falling on my palms are not enough and dense enough. Compared to Lu Ping's ultra-high-speed infusion of Ming's Soul, this rain was really too slow, too slow, so slow that the attacks he launched couldn't keep up with the speed at which Lu Ping defeated him.
The silver dragon formed by the ice beads was shortening, and the distance between Lu Ping and him was shrinking.
Zong Zhenghao was no longer as calm and motionless as before, but then the rain turned them into ice and popped them out. His hands danced rapidly, absorbing the rain falling from the sky to the maximum extent, and creating an intensive offensive to the greatest extent.
But not enough. It was never enough. He no longer dared to try his best to such an extent. His attacks still couldn't suppress Lu Ping, and all the ice beads he shot were still broken.
More. Faster!
Zong Zhenghao jumped up, and the water splash he stepped on with his feet was also caught in his hands and used. The chief inspector of the dignified hospital supervisory committee, Zong Zhenghao, who was always calm and composed, was finally forced to this point. He danced like a clown just so that he could get more water from the sky and the ground. a bit.
Although the appearance is ugly. But it really worked. The water splashing on the ground greatly enhanced the power of the dew ice, and the silver dragon formed by the ice beads suddenly became brighter.
But for Lu Ping, the strongest feeling was the noise, which was too noisy.
He had been using his listening soul to judge Zong Zhenghao's attacks. Without listening to his soul, his attacks would not have been so accurate based on speed alone.
But Zong Zhenghao's attacks were uninterrupted and came in large numbers. Lu Ping's listening soul was always in a very strenuous state. He had not been able to fully judge at first, but he finally resisted them all with his help. But now, he needed to analyze and identify more soul power. In just a moment, Lu Ping felt that his mind was completely confused. The sounds of so many soul powers flowing together made him feel a stabbing pain in his head.
He could no longer distinguish every sound, nor could he distinguish any incoming force of soul.
Zong Zhenghao didn't know Lu Ping's listening ability, but the special nature of his attack forced Lu Ping's listening ability to break through.
Bright ice beads were flying in front of his eyes, and the direction and speed that he could clearly judge were completely lost at this moment.
If you can't judge, you can only punch like this.
Lu Ping raised his hand and punched out. You can't judge your opponent, you can only do your best. He was seriously injured and could not sustain himself for a long time. Victory or defeat, life or death, could only be decided in one fell swoop.
Lu Ping punched, punching with all his heart. But Ting Po didn't stop. Ming Po was the only Po power he could obtain purely, and it was the most powerful. However, the way he obtained it was the rhythm he learned from Yunchong, and this rhythm would naturally produce a listening effect...
Tingpo was still there, but Lu Ping's mind was no longer on those sounds. He only had this punch in his heart, the punch that determined success or failure, and the life and death of him and Su Tang.
As long as he doesn't fall, he will never give up hope of surviving!
Punch!
The fist wind was fierce.
Lu Ping was still a few steps away from Zong Zhenghao. If he wanted to hit Zong Zhenghao with this punch, he had to be at least a few steps closer.
Oncoming were ice beads flying like silver dragons. Lu Ping rushed forward, punching away the air and rain with his fists, and finally hit the silver dragon-like ice beads.
Ice beads shatter!
However, it was limited to the part hit by the fist, but starting from the end of the fist, like a ray, the ice beads were shattering, the rainwater falling into it was shattering, and even the air was shattering. With.
What's this?
Zong Zhenghao's eyes widened. He saw that this fragmentation instantly connected to his hands that shot the ice beads faster than the ice beads he shot. It was as if someone suddenly drew a line, the broken line. .
The ice beads are broken, the raindrops are broken, and the air is broken.
The line connected to Zong Zhenghao's hands, so his hands were also broken.
This is not the end yet. The brokenness spreads along Zong Zhenghao's hands to his arms and shoulders, upward to his head. Zong Zhenghao's hair suddenly broke countless times and scattered in the wind and rain; downward to his feet, the rain around his feet, Suddenly, there were ripples in circles, rippling evenly in all directions, followed by a "click" sound, the ripples were destroyed, and the stone slabs Zong Zhenghao stepped on were covered with cracks like spider webs.
"Ming Zhi Po?" The ice beads flying out from Zong Zhenghao's hands have stopped. He stared straight at Lu Ping. The only thing that can be confirmed is that the power of soul that spreads along this way is Ming Zhi Po. soul.
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I'm going on a long journey again... (To be continued.)
