In this world, those who have achieved martial arts cultivation can form a layer of true qi defense under the skin between the meridians in their bodies, and counteract some attacks from the outside world.

Those who can achieve this level of cultivation are all first-class masters in the martial arts, and ordinary people in the martial arts cannot reach this level in their lifetime.

You must know that the true qi is separated from the body and hurts the enemy, as long as the true qi is forced out of the body through special meridians, the goal can be achieved, and the true qi spreads all over the body to form a defensive layer on the surface of the body, which undoubtedly requires much higher requirements for the condensation of the true qi.

Although there are not many such people on the rivers and lakes, for genius martial artists with high talent and strong cultivation skills, as long as they spend time, they can eventually reach the realm.

Geniuses are always arrogant, and more than a hundred years ago, Leng Qingqiu of the White Horse Sword Sect at the end of the Tang Dynasty was such a genius.

After practicing for forty years, the cultivation of true qi is worthy of a hundred years of penance of others, and it is also a practice of an ancient horizontal alchemy technique, which is extremely powerful to cultivate the physical body through medicine, breaking through the shackles of predecessors in one fell swoop, and can lay down the wall of true qi in front of the body three inches, as if wearing a golden jade robe, which is difficult to hurt with blunt weapons.

Wang Yipu's palm, which had condensed decades of true qi cultivation, was struck on Song Xing's chest in a hurry, but it seemed to be stuck in a quagmire when it was three inches in front of him.

When the true qi contained in this palm was exhausted, and the damage brought to Song Xing only made his body shake a few times, Wang Yipu's mind instantly remembered the legend of the golden wisp immortal clothes a hundred years ago.

It is rumored that if you want to cultivate the golden wisp immortal clothes of the cold autumn, the incomparably profound hundred-year-old true qi is only the basic condition, and more importantly, you must have a strong physique that can withstand the raging of this hundred-year-old true qi in your body.

If you want the true qi to form a qi wall outside the body, the true qi cannot run from the meridians, but directly breaks through the muscle layer and comes to the outside of the body.

If you don't have a strong physical body, the first thing to hurt is your own physical body and meridians.

If Song Xing's mastery of the golden wisp immortal clothes at a young age only surprised Wang Yipu, Song Xing's true qi that shattered Wang Yipu's shoulder blades completely subverted his perception of Song Xing.

Song Xing saw the surprise in Wang Yipu's eyes, but he sneered at it.

If Wang Yipu was allowed to see the three-foot wall of the sweeping monk, wouldn't he have to doubt life.

At the same time, it also once again confirmed the status of the ceiling of the world's combat power of the sweeping monk Tianlong.

The pain of the broken shoulder blade made the fighting spirit in Wang Yipu's eyes a little depressed, and he had no intention of fighting Song Xing and the three of them here, but he made up his mind to get out and leave.

But the people who surrounded him behind him were Qiao Feng and Huang Shang, one was the most outstanding person of the beggar gang in the past dynasties, and the other was a hero who could start a sect in later generations, although Wang Yipu's skills far surpassed the two, but he couldn't get rid of the siege of the two in a hurry.

With his left hand hurriedly tapping at the acupuncture point on his right shoulder, Wang Yipu forcibly used his true qi to break away the broken bones in his right shoulder, gritting his teeth and temporarily connecting the broken meridians with his true qi, so that his right arm could move freely for a short time.

As soon as he connected the broken arm, Song Xing's attacks had already followed.

A crimson figure flashed in the air, and Song Xing appeared in front of Wang Yipu almost in a flash, so close that a single hand was enough to touch his shoulder.

Wang Yipu's hairs stood on end, and without thinking about it, he lowered his head and shrank his feet, and threw himself towards the gap on his side.

In the next second, the position where he was standing was as if it had been blown up by gunpowder, and with a loud bang, a crater half a meter deep appeared in the ground.

Out of the corner of his eye, he saw that Song Xing had just relied on his body to make such an inhuman blow, and Wang Yipu only felt that his right eyelid began to beat rapidly.

The majestic true qi cultivation to the extreme, like a hard body made of fine iron, Song Xing's crushing strength in just a short fight, made him seem to see the shadow of Xiaoyaozi back then.

In front of Xiaoyaozi, he is also so weak, so helpless, and has no power to fight back.

The difference is that Xiaoyaozi is stronger, but Song Xing is younger!

Qiao Feng on Song Xing's side caught up and hit Wang Yipu with a punch, which was obviously an ordinary Taizu long punch, but Wang Yipu didn't dodge, he ate a punch and was smashed out.

In the midst of the horror, Wang Yipu landed on his feet, and before he could turn around, he heard the sound of Song Xing chasing behind him, exhaled and closed his voice, and slapped the old ape looking at the moon with his hand, hitting Song Xing's door directly, wanting to catch him off guard.

Song Xing raised his hand to block, and the whole person suddenly rose in momentum, Wang Yipu only felt that the arm in contact with Song Xing seemed to be in contact with a red-hot soldering iron, and the high temperature was terrifying, so he had to force his true qi to resist this heat wave.

At this moment, Song Xing, striding into the air like a god of fire, the sound of breaking the air sounded in the air where he passed, and when his arms reached out, it was like a golden-winged Dapeng volleying against Jiaolong, revealing a fierce and unruly aura.

Wang Yipu raised his spirit, and slapped Song Xing, and when the true qi was agitated, a cold true qi that froze through his heart entered the meridians in his body through the palm of his hand, almost freezing it.

The moment the true qi entered the body, an incredible look flashed in Wang Yipu's eyes, the true qi used by Song Xing was impressively similar to his Northern True Qi, but it was not exactly the same.

Before Wang Yipu could speak, Song Xing had already made a fist into a seal and smashed down on his chest again.

Wang Yipu felt something in his heart, and his body immediately reacted, taking three steps back, the speed was extremely fast, and while retreating, his right hand brushed towards Song Xing's arm, wanting to replace defense with offense.

Song Xing's eyes seemed to have a flash of starlight, and he didn't defend it, and his right hand was still as steady as Mount Tai.

This punch fell, like a collision of the earth's crust, Mount Everest protruded, with a majestic atmosphere that changed the world, and a layer of invisible strength on the arm bounced off Wang Yipu's palm and fell down heavily.

If he was hit by this punch, Wang Yipu would inevitably have his heart cracked, his ribs shattered, and he would be seriously injured and killed.

Faced with this scene of ten deaths and no life, a cold light flashed in Wang Yipu's eyes, and his left hand suddenly reached out, completely ignoring his own desperate situation, and grabbed Song Xing's heart as well, actually wanting to fight with Song Xing to the end.

If Song Xing didn't accept the recruitment, 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 if he didn't die.

In the face of Wang Yipu's desperate survival, Song Xing's expression did not move, and he didn't even have the slightest wave in his eyes, but the fist he originally held turned into a palm at the moment of smashing.

In an instant, the world in Wang Yipu's eyes changed!

The moment Song Xing's jade-like palm opened, it seemed that the entire heaven and earth were included in the palm of his hand, and then the five fingers seemed to turn into five mountains, pressing down towards Wang Yipu, trying to suppress all stubbornness!

This palm, empty, illusory, seemingly slow, but contains infinite, people can only look up, unable to escape, and the heart can not rise to the idea of confrontation.

Wang Yipu's face is like the color of earth!

Song Xing on the opposite side seemed to have disappeared in front of him, and there was only this palm in his eyes that covered the sky and the sun!

Before a palm came to his body, the tumbling waves of qi were already oppressive, making it difficult for Wang Yipu to breathe.

Wang Yipu had the heart to fight against this palm, but he only felt that there was an attack everywhere between heaven and earth, and the entire heaven and earth turned into this palm, and the sky and the earth were cracking and pressing towards him.

"I'm not convinced!"

Wang Yipu roared angrily, facing the palm that was pressing down, no longer dodging, and the airflow exploded, puffing up more than a hundred years of true qi to condense in the heart of the fist, and smashed towards Song Xing's palm.

The fists and palms intersected, and there was a muffled sound like spring thunder in the air!

Wang Yipu's eyes burst out, and he only felt that in the palm of Song Xing on the other side, there were really several huge mountains inside, accompanied by an incomparably majestic terrifying power, shattering all his moves.

It was followed by the sound of Wang Yipu's true qi being torn, followed by the sound of broken fist bones.

Then there were arm bones, shoulder bones, and Song Xing's palm, which smashed all of Wang Yipu's obstacles like a broken bamboo, accompanied by his incredible gaze, and slapped heavily on his forehead.

Nanhua Sutra, quiet and calm, the void is dominant.

Eight flutters of scattered hands, pure and empty, infinite virtual and real, Song Xing reads the Xuan chapter with a feeling, among the small mustard seeds, there are nine mountains and eight seas, melt into the void, and accept the five mountains.

With a palm, it seems to carry the power of the five mountains to suppress all enemies!

This is the third type of loose hands created by Song Xing after he came to the Tianlong World.

Sumeru mustard seeds, five towns of sea desecration!