Chapter Eight Hundred and Sixty Seventh Terror Fist

"So strong!"

Xia Ping was shocked. He actually saw that in an instant, there were a thousand fists thrown out by the illusory shadow of the saint, crushing it overwhelmingly, making people unable to breathe.

In mid-air, there are dense fist marks, condensed into substance, as if an army of thousands of people is charging, it seems that they will be completely crushed to death, and there is nowhere to escape.

Is this still the strength of the Grandmaster Fourth Layer? !

He couldn't even imagine that this saint's phantom was suppressed to the same level of cultivation as his own. It is estimated that in the Yunxiao Realm, even the Grandmaster Seventh Layer will be beaten to death by one punch.

In fact, this is not such a subtle move, just because the sage's phantom's move is too fast, a thousand punches in one second, and it creates such a terrifying power, which is so ferocious.

Beiming Body Protection!

Xia Ping immediately shot, his hands rounded, and he ran the Beiming Body Protection Technique. A Kunpeng jumped out of the air in an instant, wrapping his body.

Bang bang bang! !

The fist prints came in an instant, and the power of each punch was terrifying to a terrifying level. It was as if a mountain was rolling over, extremely heavy, and the fist strength was condensed to the extreme and oppressed to the limit.

"how is this possible?!"

Xia Ping's pupils shrank, because he found that even though his Beiming Body Protection Technique was extremely defensive, it was almost impossible to resolve it in the face of this solid fist.

Because the strength of each punch seems to have a tyrannical spiral force, and this force is constantly rotating, even the Beiming Body Protection Exercise is difficult to resolve.

Even if the punching power of one punch is resolved, but thousands of punches are attacked at the same time, how can it be resolved so quickly, this is simply beyond the current limit of Beiming Body Protection!

Immediately, such a fist shook his qi and blood, his body was in a state of numbness, and his body even suffered severe pain.

The terrifying punching force produced a spiral, constantly infiltrating his heart, and trying to seriously damage his body.

"This is the phantom of the saint? It's too strong."

Originally, Xia Ping thought that he could easily defeat the same-level grandmaster in the fourth level of the grandmaster, but in the face of this sage phantom whose strength was exactly the same as his own, he was beaten and completely suppressed.

The power of the other party is not beyond oneself,

The speed is only on the same level, but the sage's phantom's boxing is too subtle, it is simply natural, and it is easy to do.

This kind of martial arts has reached the realm of Taoism, which is the realm of mysterious and mysterious.

It was as if every move he made was in the expectation of the opponent, and every punch he casually attacked between the movements of his own moves.

Even defensive qigong such as Beiming Bodyguarding Gong, in front of the sage's boxing method, is uncomfortable everywhere. The qi and blood are tumbling, the body is invaded by the spiral force, and the whole body is bruised.

boom!

The phantom of the saint slammed into Xia Ping's forehead in an instant, blasting him out, throwing him hundreds of meters away, rolling like a football.

"Come again!"

Xia Ping's eyes showed raging fire. He stood up with a carp and immediately jumped from the ground. He was still alive and well, and he was not defeated by a punch.

Because his body is too strong, he has practiced the Pure Yang Immortality Art, forged his physique with the essence of the sun, and the bloodline of the Hell Golden Crow, constantly evolving his body.

Recently, I have practiced the yin and yang tactic, which uses the power of the stars of Zhou Tian to merge with the energy of the pure yang immortality tactic.

If you cultivate the Inspiration Technique to the realm of Dacheng, it is estimated that you can condense the body of the stars, which is a body that cannot be destroyed by a star destroyer. Even if a person is in the vacuum of the universe, he can survive.

A mere punch could not completely defeat him.

Bang bang bang! !

The sage phantom does not have any feelings, it is just an energy puppet, and the task is to defeat the students participating in the assessment. As long as the students do not fall down and do not choose to admit defeat, they will continue to fight.

It punched like the wind and smashed it with a punch, it was like a mountain of mountains fell from the outer starry sky to the earth.

And it is not a human being, but an energy puppet, so there is no state of power exhaustion like a human being. The power of each punch is the same, and it is extremely precise, like a machine.

"Not moving!"

Xia Ping counterattacked and slapped it away with a palm, like a Buddha, slapped the smell of immovable Tathagata, and his whole body exuded golden Buddha light, which contained the breath of my Buddha's compassion.

It seems that this palm is to subdue the demon and subdue the demon, forcing the demon to put down the butcher's knife and turn back to the shore.

Boom!

But the sage's phantom is just a punch, without emotion. Heaven is not benevolent, and everything is a dog. This is a ruthless fist, a fist of heaven, and it seems to contain the artistic conception of being in harmony with the Tao.

In an instant, the power of Xia Ping's palm was smashed, and the energy was shaking.

Ten Thousand Beast Fist!

Tianlong octave!

Four Seasons Swordsmanship!

No clap!

Almost all of Xia Ping's martial skills were used, but they were easily cracked by the saint's phantom, as if he could see through the various flaws in his boxing moves.

Even if a punch hit the phantom of the saint, it was resisted by the phantom of the saint, unscathed.

It's not that these martial arts are not strong enough, it's just that he is too weak now to exert the true power of such martial arts.

"too strong."

Xia Ping felt that the martial arts of the sage's phantom was as vast as the ocean, unfathomable, and the mountains stood up. This was already another realm of martial arts, beyond imagination.

No matter how he moves, it seems that in the eyes of the sage, it is just a baby learning to walk, and the gap is not known.

"No, even if it attacks the phantom of the saint, the destructive power is not enough to defeat the phantom of the saint." Xia Ping's eyes flickered, looking for an opportunity to defeat the phantom of the saint.

Although the sage phantom beat him very badly, because of the existence of Beiming's body protection skills, he was still invincible, and all his punching power was defended.

The sage phantom cannot defeat himself, nor can he defeat the opponent.

The battle is deadlocked.

Boom!

I don't know how long it took, Xia Ping was sweating profusely and panting, the sage phantom punched him on top of his body, and a terrifying spiral burst out in his body, sending him flying hundreds of meters.

These spirals are terrifyingly terrifying, spinning frantically, infiltrating the heart.

If he is a real body now, it is estimated that this punch will make him vomit blood and hurt his heart.

"What a strong spiral qi, there is actually such a terrible martial arts skill in the world, a punch hits like a mountain, like a whirlpool, people have nowhere to escape, and any body-protecting qigong is smashed to pieces!"

Xia Ping's eyes showed a gleam of light, and the more he fought, the more courageous he became. He felt that he had captured the secret of the sage's phantom boxing. If he could learn the essence of the sage's phantom's boxing technique, master the terrifying mana technique of spiral energy, and let his own The soaring destructive power will be able to defeat this saint phantom.