Waves of qi swept out from Lu Sheng's fist, and countless crystalline frost spread out from his fist at a rapid pace.

The cold smoke rises, like the moment when the steamer is opened, just like the fairy clouds rising, like a dream.

Crystal frost covered the entire pit in the blink of an eye, piercing the eternal world created by the earth like the sorrow of frost.

Shen Ling stared at Lu Sheng in surprise, and suddenly felt inexplicably in his heart. Do you still remember when they were in Shanghai Mansion a year ago, Lu Sheng seemed to be on a par with himself?

Getting along day and night for a year has made Shen Ling accustomed to each other, but he ignored when Lu Sheng had advanced by leaps and bounds. Now, with the power of one punch freezing the world, even Bu Feiyan must not be able to do it, right?

Maybe except for the top handful, Lu Sheng should be the closest person in the world, right?

"Come back to your senses!" Lu Sheng stretched out his hand and shook Shen Ling's eyes.

"Go back!" Shen Ling looked at Lu Sheng in a complicated manner and sighed softly.

At the bottom of my heart, I was a little inexplicably disappointed, that is, I was happy that Lu Sheng could grow so quickly, but at the same time, I felt a little sorry for myself. How can I say that I am the prince of Nanling......

In the silent night sky, the stars twinkle and twinkle. Under the night sky, Tongnan Mansion is as quiet as a deep sleep.

Lu Sheng was cross-legged on the bed, his mental power focused on the two cards in his mind.

The reward for the punishment order in the morning has not had time to see it yet.

Open the first card, "Skill card, Heavenly Remnant Divine Skill, from the Palm of the Divine Father!"

Lu Sheng opened his eyes, and there was a bit of confusion in his eyes.

I haven't heard of it. But why don't you just give me the Nyorai Palm?

Lu Sheng really has no impression of the Heavenly Remnant Divine Skill. The impression of the Divine Palm of Rulai only stays at the palm of the star master that fell from the sky.

But the martial arts of Xingye's movie series are limited to his movies, and they are definitely different from the real ones. It's like descending the dragon's eighteen palms, and there is absolutely no palm called the spirit of the dragon horse.

There will be no statement that the seventeenth palm is the eighteenth palm when the previous palm is put together. Kang Long has regrets, but it is just one of the eighteen palms of the dragon.

Therefore, although Lu Sheng admires the fact that a big toad can be killed with one palm in kung fu, he also knows that the real Rulai Divine Palm is definitely not so exaggerated.

But what is this Heavenly Remnant Divine Skill? Lu Sheng hesitated and didn't dare to order, in case it was an internal strength mental method that replaced the Changchun Immortal Divine Skill in his body, then there would really be no place to cry.

Fortunately, there is an introduction to the exercises under the card, and this day's remnant magic skill is like a great shift, which is generally a method of transporting in, and the way of attacking is almost all on the legs.

The Heavenly Remnant Divine Skill is a kind of leg method!

Although I don't know if there are any wind god legs, it is at least a grade higher than the eighteen palms of the dragon.

The eighteen palms of the dragon are the outer door palms, which are fierce and domineering, and the luck method is in words. And the Heavenly Remnant Divine Skill is an internal strength method, and there is no warning before the exercise, and once it is attacked, it is a stone that shatters the sky.

The spiritual power is concentrated on the skill card, and the card instantly turns into stars and shatters, like a thousand trees blooming in the starry night, falling into stars like rain.

A little star, turned into a phantom, each phantom is transparent, the luck method is circulating in the phantom, and each phantom is performing a set of leg techniques.

Lu Sheng's previous martial arts were almost all on these hands, whether it was fist technique, palm technique, claw technique, or even holding a cold iron sword in his hand, the thirteen kills were still the kung fu in his hands.

He never imagined that a person's two legs could be so flexible, and he could perform such a strange and changeable martial arts.

But Lu Sheng was a little disappointed, even if he cultivated the Heavenly Remnant Divine Skill, the possibility of using it should not be very great. In terms of power, it is not stronger than the Heavenly Frost Fist, and in terms of lethality, it is not as good as the Thirteen Swords. The only role of this set of martial arts seems to be to fill the gap in Lu Sheng's martial arts system.

It's as if there are skills that are not necessary for a person's life skills, and he doesn't rely on them to make a living, but he will. It's just one more talent.

Anyway, the skill card has already been issued, and it can't be thrown if it is not activated.

Lu Sheng stood up slowly, and suddenly his figure flashed, and the person had already stood under the bed from the bed.

This scene happened as if it had passed through space, and even Lu Sheng's face was frozen with fear.

Just now, Lu Sheng subconsciously wanted to get out of bed, but it was really just an idea...... Lu Sheng is not to the point where he has to show his skills next time he pretends to be forced.

But just now, as soon as his mind moved, the person had fallen under the bed. There was a hint of coolness on the soles of his feet, and Lu Sheng didn't wear shoes or even socks.

"It's ...... What's going on?"

Lu Sheng retracted his consciousness and sank into the Inland Sea space. In an instant, Lu Sheng's heart swelled with ecstasy. This result is really unexpected.

Lu Sheng has always believed that his Ling Bo Weibu is the most practical martial art among his many martial arts. All along, whenever he is against someone, he will perform Ling Bo microstep.

This kind of footwork that is as beautiful as a dance, like an immortal, dusty and full of fairy energy, can amaze the world every time it appears. But Ling Bo Weibu is also too behavioral.

More than once, someone asked Lu Sheng, why do you want to make a dance-like posture?

Lu Sheng really wanted to say, I also want to know why? Maybe Xiaoyaozi has a hole in his head. But Lu Sheng was powerless to change this.

When facing Xie Jianhao, Lu Sheng had already found that in front of such a master, Ling Bo's speed of micro-step had no advantage. And Ling Bo's ethereal microstep is also superfluous in the eyes of such masters.

But after activating the Heavenly Remnant Divine Skill, the external footwork can be replaced by the Luck Method. The reason why Ling Bo Weibu can achieve the ethereal and unpredictable effect is that while stepping out of the footwork, it caters to the five elements and gossip, and it is also a set of methods for accumulating strength.

Before, Lu Sheng could only be a gossip minister, but now, Lu Sheng can be a gossip introvert.

These are two diametrically opposed concepts, in other words, the outer phase of the Bagua is the goal as the center of the Five Elements Bagua, and after the inner Bagua, the heart of the array is itself, and the Bagua spreads outward from the body. In the words of the image point, it is like the Qimen after the wind, ignoring the rules and changing the rules, I am the master of the rules, and the gossip direction moves with me.

The direct manifestation of this is that Lu Sheng's Ling Bo microstep can ignore the process and directly achieve the result. omitted the ethereal and illusory body method, and arrived directly to the end of the other side.

One step to the end of the world, close to the end of the world......

Lu Sheng thought silently in his heart, and as soon as his mind moved, he was already sitting at the table.

Gently picked up the teapot and slowly poured himself a cup of tea. Lu Sheng needs some time...... Calm down.

This reward itself is not so powerful, but after combining with Ling Bo Weibu, it directly urged Ling Bo Weibu to the realm of Dao.

What is Lu Sheng's body technique now? Flying Thunder God, Transposition, Teleportation?

Retracting his agitated mind, Lu Sheng slowly concentrated his mental power on the second card. Now that the first card is already so powerful, Lu Sheng's expectations for the second card are no longer high.

"The prop card, the Xuantie heavy sword, comes from the Condor Heroes, and the weapon obtained by Yang Guo in the sword mound is made of thousand-year-old black iron, with a net weight of eighty catties. ”

Xuantie heavy sword?What did you use for Yang Guo?

Lu Sheng was a little confused, although Lu Sheng knew that there would be a step like lifting weights in the gradual progress of the sword, but ...... His own kendo cultivation has long passed this stage.

For your own use, it is obviously not appropriate. Besides, Lao Tzu is also a famous sword saint in the world, holding a heavy sword of more than 100 pounds?

Lu Sheng thought about it, and there were only two people who were worthy of sending the punishment order, Lu Li and Bu Feiyan. But to send two soft girls Xuantie heavy sword? Lu Sheng is not crazy yet.

As for Lu Jian Gaiying and others, that is not enough to qualify! Martial arts can be sent, after all, there will be no less if they send themselves. But this thing...... It's really reluctant to send it.

The spiritual power was concentrated on the card and clicked to activate, and the white light flashed in his mind, and suddenly, countless stars appeared in front of Lu Sheng's eyes, and the stars rotated and converged. Gradually, a pitch-black and simple long sword appeared in front of Lu Sheng's eyes.

The long sword is in hand, and there is some pressure on the hand. With strength alone, it's really hard to pick up this sword. The internal force surged, and the Xuantie heavy sword was easily held in Lu Sheng's hand like an ordinary sword.

The Xuantie heavy sword is worthy of being a Xuantie heavy sword, the sword body alone is as wide as a palm, and the thickness of the sword body is as wide as the sword of an ordinary sword in the thickest place.

The sword body was five feet long, one foot longer than Xie Jianhao's sword. There are no blades on either side, and the tip of the sword is only a semicircle. This kind of sword, the power of the blade is about the same, anyway, if the sword goes down, everyone has to kneel.

The hilt of the sword body is made of dark iron all over the body, although it is pitch black and its appearance is not good, but it flashes with an inexplicable cold light.

"Good iron, it's really good iron!" Lu Sheng stretched out his finger and flicked it lightly, the sword body trembled, and let out a crisp dragon groan.

"Such a heavy piece of iron, if it is not a bit wasted, or ...... Melt him, this material is enough to make three divine blades. Doesn't the Iron Armor Song have dragon slaying skills but no dragons to slaughter? Or ...... Give him three swords? Hmm...... What kind of sword is it called? Yitian, dragon slaying, not good, too cheesy......"

On the outskirts of Thong Nam Province, in a dilapidated land temple.

The bonfire flickered and danced like a ghost.

With a terrible scream, this land temple was rendered like a haunted house.

"Hiccup...... "Hiccup" A cry of pain sounded from deep in his throat, and the bare arms were covered with green tendons.

"Ahh

Suddenly, the man let out a roar from his head to the sky, and blood burst out from his outstretched arm. A sword qi burst out from the vein, and the sword qi shot out, breaking through the walls of the Earth Temple and flying into the distance.

The man who was screaming in the sky stared at his confused eyes, and his bronzed skin was covered with fine beads of sweat. He hung his head weakly, panting violently as he looked at his drooping arms.

"Tut-tut...... What a good arm...... That's it...... What a pity!" A shrill voice sounded, as if the old wooden door had been pushed open, the creaking sound to the point of tooth ache.

"Who?"

The broken door of the Land Temple was filled with green smoke.

A snow-white tent bed slowly floated from the shade of the trees. The ghost assassin's eyes instantly turned cold, and he looked vigilantly at the tent bed that slowly fell like a feather. Under the tent bed, eight burly strong men resisted motionlessly, and the tent bed in their hands seemed to be paper-paste.

"You don't have to be so anxious, if it's a little later, maybe your arm will be saved......"

"Who are you?" the ghost shouted coldly.