Chapter 257, Body Road, Salted Egg Superman

The cold wind blows, the clothes are slightly brushed, and there is a faint change of sword spirit in the already broken Tianhu Qingqiu Hanjia Manor. In the Qinwangling Mountains, the representatives of the new generation of the two most powerful forces are tit-for-tat. Start, bend the elbow, advance quickly, and cut. The two sharp swords are horns against each other. Obviously, it is just a very simple sword, but the internal air machine rushes, and the collision of Zhenyuan is ever-changing and rotating.

"From the first time I saw you, I knew that I couldn't be friends with you, because we were so similar that we were all the same kind of people. Young, handsome, strong, talented, and strong ambition and matching temperament. Looking directly at the dark pupils in Zhu Peng's eyes, because of the disappearance of the purple eyes, he had this kind of courage and calmness.

"Unfortunately, you are luckier than me. In addition to the similarity between each other, you also have more powerful true spiritual blood than me, which forms the difference between you and me. Otherwise, I will never use such dirty means to win, but arrange a gorgeous and eye-catching duel to defeat you fairly and cleanly in front of the eyes of the world. With such words, Ye Xuancang sighed slightly. The next moment, the real vitality was bursting, and the terrible cold air almost condensed into a blue streamer visible to the naked eye around him.

"What I'm best at is that the ancient ice flowing sword in Hanshanyuan and the "Chanshan Prison Secret" I practiced are a perfect match. Today, please ask Brother Zhu to taste it." At the end of the words, the cold air rushed like a tide, while Ye Xuancang's sword was in the cold air. Wherever he passed, the ice flow spread on the ground, making him like skating, speed, agility, and sword direction, all ten times higher and strengthening.

The remnants of Zhenyuan are only about 20 times. When the body protection Zhenyuan Mask fought with Han Minger, most of it has been worn out. Just in order to clear the scene quickly, it was used by Zhu Peng to lure the enemy...

At this moment, Zhu Peng's comprehensive state is very poor, only assisted by a little Zhenyuan, mainly with physical swordsmanship to meet the enemy. Fortunately, Ye Xuancang's swordsmanship is not only not as good as the evil 'Han Minger', but even much worse than Zhu Peng. His swordsmanship is undoubtedly top-notch in the Hanshan Courtyard. He is talented and works hard. Many patriarchs are far from his opponents, but this also causes him to choose as soon as he comes to face Zhu Peng. It's a relatively wrong way to play.

The sword light and the sword light are intertwined. Zhu Peng's remaining Zhenyuan can only ensure that the spiritual sword in his hand is not frozen, but there is no extra strength to protect his safety. The cold ice fog infiltrates Zhu Peng's body, faintly penetrating and cold. Originally, the most normal way to fight with this kind of pure frozen kendo is to swim and escape from time to time, so that Ye Xuancang can't stay in the same place for a long time. With the cold current of swords, he can play a land-profit effect similar to that of the field.

But Zhu Peng did not do so. On the contrary, he stood quietly and leaned on the sword to attack and defend. In addition to not letting the ice cold spirit sword in Ye Xuancang's hand really cut into his body, he even ignored the frost and cold air that had gradually affected his actions.

It's not because of other reasons, but because Zhu Peng can't take care of it. The remaining few real yuan are already very reluctant to use them to assist in attack and defense. If they are used to escape, I'm afraid they will dry up in an instant, and even the current state is difficult to persist.

Ye Xuancang obviously saw this, so hiding in the sword air ice flow, the floating and piercing back and forth not only causes damage to Zhu Peng, but also spreads the cold air, creating an opportunity for himself to freeze the battlefield and a blow to kill. Close-up sword fighting is like dancing on the line of life and death. A point of negligence will attract a very dangerous killing machine. Compared with long-range magic, there are very few opportunities for close-up sword fighters to save themselves.

With the passage of time, the frost swords on Zhu Peng's body are getting deeper and deeper, and the cold ice flow around in all directions is getting heavier and heavier. However, the cold light in Zhu Peng's eyes became more and more bright and terrible. Gradually, Zhu Peng's body became hotter and hotter. In the surrounding ice and snow environment, it emitted powerful body heat, which was gradually revealed, evaporating like smoke. The real vitality veins were getting less and less, but the body, qi and blood were getting hotter and stronger.

If Zhu Peng could look at his practice state through the sky and measuring ruler at this time, he would gradually find that the originally clear "nine-ninth-order" body cultivation on the measuring ruler was gradually blurred and faded. Body: ninety-ninth level, gradually blurred, slowly evolving into new words. Body: 100th level.

Body: Level 100 (top, beyond the evaluation limit): Qi and blood coincide, power and strength, flesh and blood are derived, and the fate is mine. This nature is not here, not on the other side, not in the middle. Since then, my life is up to me, and the strong person who refines the body is called "inhua".

With the attraction of the power from qi and blood in his body, it gradually changed into a new stable character on the "Measurement of the Sky Ruler". Zhu Pengzhou's body gradually rose up with warm power, but only burned very few Zhenyuan, but let the original dripping wounds on Zhou's body slowly close, generate heat and smoke, and then fade. Light scab, shedding, and muscle. Although it is not clear, Zhu Peng is very familiar with this feeling, which is the feeling of breaking through the bottleneck.

In contrast to Zhu Peng's calmness, Ye Xuancang was a little dumbfounded. He was at his opponent's point of view, which was clearer than Zhu Peng's perception. A faint fishy wind blew from Zhu Peng's body, and then the man opposite burned a faint smoke. When the ink in the ice and snow really dissipated, it was all over his body. Zhu Peng, who had no trace of scars, stepped forward and appeared in front of him. Every inch of skin was full of the luster of life. In the solidly coiled muscles, there was obviously strong and huge power.

"What's the matter? Just press it and transform, increase your strength and break the bottleneck. Do you think you are the protagonist of the salted egg superman?" The turbulentness in his mind made Ye Xuancang's original smooth and exquisite sword light slightly stagnate, and it was this stagnant kung fu that made Zhu Peng realize his true place.

The Sheshen sword, which has been guarding like a huge shield, was to be knocked out by him without hesitation. People walked with the sword. When the Sheshen sword broke the ice and cut people and forced Ye Xuancang out of the ice, Zhu Peng, who followed him, also appeared from behind the Sheshen sword. With a touch of his right hand, the sky waterfall changed, and the slender soft sword hollowed out and made a sound. The faint explosion directly cut at Ye Xuancang, who had just hit the sword of Feishe.

The man's reaction was also quick. The horizontal sword was on the top, and his hands were blocked. Before the sky waterfall came to the head, the frame was strong and sealed. It was just the sky waterfall sword and the spiritual sword in his hand, but it was a strange shock. After venting most of his power, he suddenly hardened and suppressed him.