Chapter 189 The True Form of the Self (33)
"After all, he is a high-level inner strong man, so he is indeed difficult to kill."
An Jing raised the sword case and the ice waterfall spear, and shot at the fast-moving Lu Jin from the air. The opponent also accelerated continuously, like a phantom, dodging bullets and flying swords.
An Jing is completely acceptable to exchange the spiritual energy of the spiritual furnace for Lu Jin's physical strength. As for Lu Jin's strong vitality, he thought of Fengdu Wei.
The Fengdu Guard in the black market was at the ninth level of Qi Refining. He could eat the entire magazine of a sword case and a musket before dying just by relying on his physical vitality. This is of course because his practice is better than this, but the improvement of the essence of life through Qi refining itself should not be underestimated.
Internal strength is at the same level as Qi refining, and Lu Jin also has the blessing of the devil, and has returned to his youth. If he is well prepared and does not hit the vital point with the first blow like Guo Chang, his vitality may not be weak!
“But I’m not the same person I used to be.”
An Jing's body was activated by magic, and he took a deep breath. Platinum lines appeared faintly on the inside of the helmet, as sharp as a blade, piercing through his eye sockets and cheeks.
There are also lights on the arms and legs, extending from the swords and knees, showing an indestructible aura.
Taibai's evil spirit was activated, and the spiritual energy furnace was poured into the Chongming Sword Box in his hand.
But this time, An Jing did not target Lu Jin.
Instead, he aimed at the eggs in the dark room.
"What, he can actually find out?!"
Lu Jin's pupils tightened. He thought that his disguise was perfect, even at the cost of a severe injury to his arm, which should have attracted An Jing's attention, but he was still discovered.
"There's nothing we can do!"
Mobilizing his power as quickly as possible, Lu Jin let out a low roar, and his beard and hair suddenly spread out, like a mighty lion, and behind his head, a brown-red halo formed into a ring, vaguely lifting the The meaning of wild majesty.
[Fate·Controlling the Beast]
He stretched out his hand towards the direction of the devil's egg and held it in the air. With the power of destiny, the egg that was supposed to be ignorant and unconscious suddenly squirmed. Countless gray-black arms sprouted from the dark demon shadow, and they were crisscrossed. , like petals, protecting the egg in the deepest part.
The sword light was swift and fierce, penetrating the dark passage, penetrating the dark room like thunder, and bombarding the egg fetus.
But the defense was not broken.
"This egg is wrapped in many evil souls... It is the shell formed by the condensed souls of those sacrificed souls. My evil-killing sword intention did not work!"
The sword spirit said solemnly: "How many lives did they sacrifice? The concentration of this soul evil must be at least several thousand!"
"It doesn't matter."
An Jing's expression did not change, but the scarlet color in his eyes became more intense: "No matter how many they sacrifice, they will all be sacrificed by me today."
Since one sword misses, then strike again. The efficiency of Fengduwei's spiritual energy furnace is dozens of times that of the original Nine Earth Spiritual Energy furnace. If it were not unable to recharge, it can only be regarded as a disposable item now, and its value will only be higher. .
But there was no way Lu Jin could just sit back and watch An Jing continuously attack the Demon Egg like this.
boom!
While An Jing was still loading the sword box, he immediately gave up hiding, smashed the wall and rushed out, taking advantage of the opportunity to get close to An Jing's side and rear. And the moment he rushed out, his arms were black and silver in color, and the skin all over his body was as hard as copper and iron. One after another, big undulating tendons like big snakes were squirming violently under the skin, exuding a terrifying sense of power.
——You little thing who can only use magic weapons to sneak attack, let me teach you what close combat is!
"Come die!"
He punched and exploded in the air, creating a 'thunder sound' that was extremely difficult to produce even when he was young and in his prime!
This is the secret fist that he relies on to break through the martial arts [Big Self True Form Fist]. It can be achieved only when the original nature and the heart are consistent and free from distracting thoughts. He has never been able to do it, so he cannot break through the relationship between the mind and the mind. The fifth magical power is 'Ru Yi Zhi', let alone breaking through the martial arts.
But now, being stimulated to the point of madness by An Jing, he concentrated on his work. His true nature and deeds were all harmonious, and his whole body energy merged into a self-image based on Lu Jin himself, vowing to kill the man in front of him. young people!
The true form of thunder, the magical diamond arm, the copper iron skin and the Qiu Luo tendons, and the secret fist combine to strike, even a ferocious beast and a giant elephant will have its head exploded by his punch, and it will die on the spot!
But An Jing turned around suddenly. He was not loading the sword box at all before, but was adjusting his inner breath and preparing his fist!
At this moment, An Jing's fist was covered with platinum-gold textures. Taibai Haoling Shenjin used all his strength to activate it, coupled with the explosion of Emperor Tianhou's armor-piercing power!
The fist blasted out from the waist, spinning and rolling, and just the tearing of the air flow shattered the ordinary clothes under the raincoat.
Fist to fist!
Bang! ! !
A wave visible to the naked eye exploded from the place where the two fists clashed. The clothes on the shoulders of Lu Jin's gown suddenly exploded, and An Jing's raincoat also swelled backwards with a huge wave.
Lu Jin flew backwards, and An Jing also took ten steps back - the lines on An Jing's arms disappeared, and even the skin and flesh at the point of impact exploded, appearing bloody and bloody, as if he had suffered a big loss in the confrontation.
But Lu Jin was even more shocked and exclaimed in disbelief: "How can he block it? Why can he block it!"
Although An Jing's injuries were more serious on the surface, they were just external injuries. As long as he could endure the pain and keep his frame from collapsing, he could still punch again and continue fighting.
But the arm, wrist, elbow and shoulder that he was fighting with An Jing all seemed to be twisted by a flexible force. Although it was not a hidden injury, it did strain the tendons and muscles. In a short period of time, the strength decline!
This is a manifestation of the extremely deep training of An Jin and even Hua Jin... Is he really a teenage Chenli kid? The old boxers in their 70s and 80s are not as profound as him in boxing skills!
But what surprised him even more was yet to come - because An Jing didn't seem to need to use Zhoutian Qi to suppress his injuries at all. Instead, he pointed at him with a finger in the air, and a surging sword of decaying disease energy came towards him. The eyebrows shoot away!
"Finger in the air?!"
This volley sword command that did not rely on any luck at all and was very much like a curse made Lu Jin feel a sense of crisis like electricity. Chills ran up his back, causing him to immediately shrink in the air, hugging his whole body into a ball, and hiding forcefully. Past this sword finger.
The cold sword finger of the sick energy did not hurt him, it just grazed his hair diagonally and cut off a small half of his scalp.
Lu Jin did a backflip and fell into a cabinet on the four walls. An Jing did not approach rashly, but continued to calmly reload his sword case and fired another sword!
With the trajectory of thunder, it roared through the wall of Chongyi Tower and once again made a big hole, but there was no blood in this big hole.
A shadow rolled out from the remains of the cabinet, and then rushed toward An Jing.
At this moment, Lu Jin was wearing a pair of black steel gauntlets on his arms. This was his real trump card, the weapon that could best demonstrate his strength and skills. However, it was placed on the counter. He did not expect that An Jing would make a surprise attack today. He put it down and went to perform sacrifices.
But no matter what, now he has a weapon - clenching the black steel gauntlet, Lu Jin's eyes widened, roaring, and he crossed three feet in one step, his dark brown fists wrapped in the flow of a river. With great force, he hit An Jing head-on, who had no time to reload!
This blow was like a tiger coming down the mountain or a giant bear slapping. It was worthy of Lu Jin’s name of [Hundred Beasts Fist]. And because of Lu Jin’s skill, this blow was even more powerful than before without a head-on confrontation. The Self-True Fist is even more difficult to resist.
But who would go head-to-head with a boxer?
An Jing Shi Shiran took out a shield from behind his waist, reinforced it with Taibai evil spirit, and blocked it in front of him.
——The black steel gauntlet is certainly very strong, but is it as strong as my super-hard alloy explosion-proof shield?
(End of this chapter)