In this world, those who are successful in martial arts practice can form a layer of true energy defense under the skin between the meridians during the circulation of true energy in the body, which can offset some attacks from the outside world.
Those who can achieve this level of cultivation are all top-notch masters in the martial arts world. Ordinary martial arts people will not be able to reach this level in their lifetime.
You must know that in order for the true energy to leave the body and injure the enemy, the target can be achieved by forcing the true energy out of the body through special meridians. Since the true energy is spread all over the body to form a defensive layer on the body surface, the requirements for condensation of the true energy are undoubtedly much higher. .
Although there are not many such people in the world, for talented warriors with high talents and strong cultivation techniques, as long as they spend time, they can eventually reach a state.
Geniuses are always arrogant. More than a hundred years ago, Leng Qingqiu of the White Horse Sword Sect in the late Tang Dynasty was such a genius.
After forty years of practice in the Heavenly Measurement Art, his Qi cultivation is comparable to that of others who have practiced hard for a hundred years. He has also practiced an ancient horizontal refining technique, using medicine to make his body extremely powerful. He has broken through the shackles of his predecessors in one fell swoop, but in front of him A wall of Zhenqi covered with three inches of cloth is like wearing a golden jade garment, which is hard to be damaged by blunt objects.
Wang Yipu's palm, which he had accumulated decades of true energy cultivation, hit Song Xing's chest in a hurry, but it seemed to be stuck in a quagmire when it was three inches away from him.
When the energy contained in this palm was exhausted and the damage caused to Song Xing was only a few shakes of his body, Wang Yipu's mind instantly recalled the legend of the Golden Immortal Clothes from a hundred years ago.
It is rumored that in order to cultivate Leng Qingqiu's golden-threaded fairy clothes, a hundred years of profound Qi is only the basic condition. What is more important is a strong body that can withstand the raging of this century of Qi in the body.
If you want the true energy to form a wall outside the body, the true energy cannot circulate through the meridians, but directly breaks through the muscle layer and comes to the outside of the body.
Without a strong physical body, the first thing to be injured is your own physical body and meridians.
If Song Xing mastered the Golden Thread Immortal Clothes at such a young age, it only surprised Wang Yipu, but Song Xing's infuriating whisk that shattered Wang Yipu's shoulder blades completely overturned his understanding of Song Xing.
Song Xing saw the surprise in Wang Yipu's eyes, but sneered at it.
If Wang Yipu were to see the three-foot wall of Qi of the sweeping monk, wouldn't he have doubts about his life?
At the same time, it once again confirmed the status of Sweeping Monk Tianlong as the ceiling of world combat power.
The pain of shattered shoulder blades made Wang Yipu's fighting spirit somewhat depressed. He had no intention of fighting Song Xing and the others here, but he was determined to get away.
But those who surrounded him were Qiao Feng and Huang Shang. One was the most outstanding figure in the history of the Beggar Clan, and the other was a hero who could establish a sect in the future. Although Wang Yipu's skill was far superior to the two, he could not get rid of the two in his eagerness. siege.
His left hand quickly touched the acupuncture point on his right shoulder. Wang Yipu forced his energy to break away the broken bones of his right shoulder. He gritted his teeth and used his energy to temporarily connect the broken meridians, allowing his right arm to move freely for a short period of time.
As soon as the broken arm was connected, Song Xing's attacks were already coming one after another.
A crimson figure flashed in the air, and Song Xing appeared in front of Wang Yipu almost like a flash, so close that he could touch his shoulder with his hand.
Wang Yipu's hair suddenly stood on end. Without thinking, he lowered his head and retracted his feet, and rushed towards the gap beside him.
The next second, the place where he was standing felt as if it had been exploded by gunpowder. With a loud bang, a hole half a meter deep appeared on the ground.
From the corner of his eye, he saw Song Xing delivering such an inhuman blow just relying on his body. Wang Yipu felt his right eyelid begin to beat rapidly.
The extremely powerful Qi cultivation was like a hard body made of fine iron. The crushing strength Song Xing displayed in the short fight made him seem to see the shadow of Xiaoyaozi back then.
In front of Xiaoyaozi, he was so weak, so helpless, and had no power to fight back.
The difference is that Xiaoyaozi is stronger, but Song Xing is younger!
Qiao Feng, who was beside Song Xing, caught up and punched Wang Yipu. It was obviously an ordinary Taizu long punch, but Wang Yipu didn't dodge. He received a solid punch and was knocked away.
In shock, Wang Yipu landed with both feet on the ground. Before he could turn around, he heard the sound of Song Xing pursuing him through the air. He exhaled and stopped his voice, and hit Song Xing directly in the face with an old ape looking at the moon in his hand, trying to hit him. caught off guard.
Song Xing raised his hand to block, and his whole body suddenly became more energetic. Wang Yipu felt that the arm that was in contact with Song Xing felt like it was touching a red-hot iron. The temperature was frighteningly high, and he had to force up his energy to resist the heat wave.
At this moment, Song Xing stepped into the air like a god of fire. There were sounds of breaking through the air wherever he passed. When he stretched out his arms, it was like a golden-winged roc swooping down on a dragon in the air, revealing a fierce and unruly spirit. gas.
Wang Yipu strengthened his energy and exchanged palms with Song Xing. As the Qi surged, a cold Qi that froze his heart entered the meridians in his body through his palm, almost freezing him.
The moment the zhenqi entered his body, an incredible look flashed in Wang Yipu's eyes. The zhenqi used by Song Xing was somewhat similar to his Beiming zhenqi, but it was not exactly the same.
Before Wang Yipu could speak, Song Xing had already made a fist seal and smashed it down on his chest again.
Wang Yipu felt something in his heart, and his body reacted immediately. He took three steps back at an extremely fast speed. As he stepped back, he brushed his right hand towards Song Xing's arm, hoping to use offense instead of defense.
Song Xing seemed to have stars flashing in his eyes. He didn't defend himself and kept pressing down with his right hand as steady as a mountain.
This punch was like the collision of the earth's crust, Mount Everest protruding, with a majestic atmosphere that changed the world. An invisible force on the arm bounced away from Wang Yipu's palm and fell heavily.
If Wang Yipu was hit by this punch, his heart would be broken, his ribs would be shattered, and he would die from serious injuries.
Facing this lifeless scene, a cold light flashed in Wang Yipu's eyes, and his left hand suddenly reached out. Completely ignoring his own desperate situation, he also grabbed Song Xing's heart, intending to fight with Song Xing to die together.
If Song Xing didn't stop his attack, he could certainly injure or even kill Wang Yipu, but he would also be pierced through the heart by Wang Yipu's dying counterattack, and he would be seriously injured even if he didn't die.
Faced with Wang Yipu's desperate attempt to survive, Song Xing remained calm and his eyes showed no emotion at all. However, the fist he originally held turned into a palm the moment he hit it.
In an instant, the world in Wang Yipu's eyes changed!
The moment Song Xing's jade-like palm opened, it seemed that the whole world was included in his palm, and then his five fingers seemed to turn into five mountains, pressing down towards Wang Yipu, trying to suppress all stubbornness!
This palm is empty, illusory and ethereal. It seems to be extremely slow, but it is infinite. People can only look up and cannot escape, and there is no thought of resistance in their hearts.
Wang Yi's face is as earth-colored!
Song Xing on the opposite side seemed to have disappeared in front of his eyes, and only this palm that covered the sky and the sun was left in his eyes!
Before the palm came, the rolling air waves were already oppressing Wang Yipu and made it difficult to breathe.
Wang Yipu was determined to fight against this palm, but he only felt that there was an attack everywhere in the world. The whole world turned into this palm, and it was crushing towards him like the sky was shattering and the earth was cracking.
"I don't accept it!"
Wang Yipu roared angrily and faced the palm that was pressing downwards. He no longer dodge. When the air flow exploded, he summoned up more than a hundred years of true energy and condensed it into the center of his fist, and smashed it hard towards Song Xing's palm.
The fists and palms met, and a muffled sound like spring thunder came from the air!
Wang Yipu's eyes suddenly bulged, and he felt that Song Xing's palm on the opposite side really contained several giant mountains. Along with the incomparable and terrifying power, it shattered all his moves.
What followed was the sound of Wang Yipu's true energy being torn apart, and then the sound of his fist bones breaking.
Then came the arm bones, shoulder bones, and Song Xing's palm, which shattered all Wang Yipu's obstructions like a broken bamboo. With his incredible gaze, he slapped him hard on the forehead.
The Nanhua Sutra is quiet and calm, and the sky is high.
The eight flutters of the hands are pure and empty, and the virtual and the real are infinite. When reading the Zixuan chapter in Song Dynasty, I felt that there are nine mountains and eight seas hidden in a small mustard seed, blending the real into the virtual, and holding five mountains in the palm.
With one palm shot, it seems to be carrying the power of the Five Mountains to suppress all enemies!
This is the third form of Sanshou created by Song Xing after he came to Tianlong World.
Xumi mustard seeds, Wuzhenhaidu!
