The sword light did not disappear, but the light dimmed significantly.

On the other hand, Feng Zhiping's whole body shone brightly, and as the sword gradually dimmed and became brighter and brighter, the red and yellow light spots under the skin were strung together to form an intricate pattern, which was the blood vessels and meridians on the surface of the body, which were clearly displayed in the crazy surge of fire spiritual power that could not be contained.

"Master Hou!"

"It's broken!"

Chen Ding and Feng Moxiu exclaimed at the same time, Feng Moxiu immediately withdrew the sword formation, and his reaction was not unpleasant, but his fire spiritual power was not so good, in the blink of an eye, everything was irretrievable.

The flames rose into the sky, tearing apart the deep night, and the source was Feng Zhiping.

The uncontrollable fire spiritual power poured out of his body mercilessly, and his body was scorched all the time, at this rate, or five breaths, his whole body would have to turn into charcoal ash from the inside out.

Feng Moxiu raised his feet and was about to go up to save people, and Chen Ding was the same, followed by the two of them stiffened together, with the same consternation and incomprehension in their eyes.

I saw that Feng Zhiping was scorched all the time, but every moment was reborn strangely, fresh tender meat kept breaking out of the charred dead meat, and continued to regenerate after being scorched again, and the cycle seemed endless.

And his person can no longer see the human appearance, like a skinned corpse, standing straight and straight in the flames with a grasping posture, the image is terrifying, and it makes people feel the mystery of chills in their hearts.

"It's... Flesh and blood regeneration? Flesh and blood regeneration in the Divine Treasure Period? No, there is no such self-healing power in the Divine Treasure Period, is it..."

Chen Ding didn't dare to be sure, looked at Feng Moxiu, and asked tentatively: "Master Hou, little young master, he... Embodied?"

Feng Moxiu didn't answer, his eyes were staring at Feng Zhiping, to be precise, staring at Feng Zhiping's dantian.

Although he couldn't feel it, through the flow of fire spiritual power and the source of the miracle recovery power, he could be sure that all of this was the work of the sword species, and this thing was far more magical and weird than he expected.

"Master Hou?" Chen Ding saw that Feng Moxiu didn't react, and called again.

Feng Moxiu retracted his gaze, still didn't say anything, let go of his hand and used his spiritual thoughts to support Sheng Jian to a safe position, and his figure appeared in front of Feng Zhiping, reaching out and pressing it towards his chest.

Although the sword species is magical, it is not omnipotent, Feng Zhiping is only not dead for the time being, the fire spirit power is gradually gaining the upper hand, and the speed of flesh and blood regeneration is getting slower and slower, if he does not pull out the fire spirit power, he will still be unable to escape the doom in the end.

His own strength is familiar to him, and in the blink of an eye, Feng Moxiu regained control of the out-of-control fire spiritual power, but when he pulled out, he encountered resistance.

The sword species is like a greedy child, he has no gratitude for Feng Moxiu who helped him, only hostility, and after discovering that Feng Moxiu "grabbed food", the hostility became even stronger, and he didn't care whether he would die or not, and tried his best to snatch the "big meal" that was going to fly away from the "bowl".

At the same time, the part of consciousness that was sucked into the sword seed also rippled, and Feng Zhiping suddenly woke up from the chaos and fell into the abyss of pain in an instant.

Hurt!

Heart-rending pain!

No, it doesn't hurt now!

He felt like he had been cut into small portions from the inside out, each part of which was caught in a red-hot iron and roasted in the fire!

No, not a fire, it's magma!

Every inch of flesh and blood was covered in magma penetration, and in addition to being able to think and know the pain to prove that he was still alive, he could no longer find any evidence that he was still alive.

This is still under the condition that the sword type has eliminated negative emotions and suppressed the pain, and the current situation has obviously exceeded the limit of the sword type's suppression.

Waves of severe pain hit like waves, and the will to die broke out again and again, sadly he couldn't die if he wanted to, and even fainting became a luxury.

He can only be extremely sober and meticulous to savor the "wonderful" of pain.

I don't know how long he sank in pain, but he suddenly felt the presence of his body, which was the feedback given to him by the sword species.

The diffuse consciousness regathered, the scattered spiritual consciousness gradually condensed, he "saw" his own situation, "saw" that the meridians were healing, the flesh and blood were being reborn, and the Yuan Force filaments were intertwined into a hollow circle to replace the meridians and blood vessels that had not recovered for the time being, and most of the whole body was thriving, but there was a sea of fire around his chest, with the fire spiritual power as the goal, the two familiar forces were engaged in a fierce tug-of-war.

The most familiar one belonged to himself, and the other was his father.

After a little pondering, Feng Zhiping knew what was going on, and when Rao was rational, he couldn't help but spit and complain - eating what was in the bowl and looking at what was in the pot, he was not afraid of dying!

At this time, the consciousness was completely restored, and the memory was revived, remembering the moment when the mother was "beaten" by the father, an evil fire jumped up, but then it followed the "long line" of consciousness and submerged into the sword species, leaving only pure hostility.

In the outside world, Feng Moxiu had the absolute upper hand in the tug-of-war, and the fire spiritual power in Feng Zhiping's body was constantly being withdrawn from his body, and no matter how much the sword species could stop it, he couldn't stop it.

Looking at his son, who gradually became a little "human", he secretly breathed a sigh of relief, and his heart was slightly relieved.

Fortunately, the sword species is evil, the strength is not as strong as imagined, and those amazing and special performances are not harmful to Ping'er at present, the future is unknown, there should be no problem in a short time, let's find a way in the future, I have tried enough today, so let's stop here.

Feng Moxiu thought so, Feng Zhiping in front of him suddenly opened his eyes and hooked his fist to his side.

Feng Moxiu frowned, the hand pressed on his chest remained still, and the other hand blocked the fist from the back of the waist to the side of the waist, and before he could clench it, he saw a knee kick that went straight to the crotch.

"Bunny!"

Feng Moxiu scolded, clenched his fist and flashed sideways to kick his knees, and without waiting for Feng Zhiping to close his legs, he raised his leg and hooked it to entangle it, and the two of them were independent in a very awkward posture.

"If you don't want to die, be honest!" Feng Moxiu scolded, looking at his son's calm and somewhat empty eyes, and the heart that he had just put down was pinched again.

Damn, the stinky boy hasn't gotten out of control yet!

He thought that Feng Zhiping was controlled by the sword species, but Feng Zhiping knew that he was very sober, extremely sober.

The two sneak attacks were both defeated, and his legs were still imprisoned, he continued to change his moves without panic, and his empty hand raised his sword to gather enough yuan power, and poked at the wrist of the hand that was pressed on his chest.

Feng Mo Xiu's cultivation is too high, and his body protection qi is too strong, attacking the body will only break his fingers, and only the hand on his chest is more promising.

Feng Moxiu smiled sarcastically, waiting for Xiong Zi to return in vain, who knew that when the sword finger was hit, the palm of his hand was one step ahead of the strong shock, and then the sword finger accurately poked at the numb point on the wrist, and his hand was suddenly shaken open when the two prongs were used.

Feng Zhiping spat blood, the taste of detonating the fire spiritual power was not pleasant, fortunately, Feng Moxiu pulled out most of it, and there was not much left, otherwise it would not be as simple as a sternum bone crack, and a big hole would have to be opened.

Getting rid of the biggest shackles, he didn't dare to waste the moment, and his feet rolled over with force. Miao

Feng Moxiu didn't want to break his son's hand and leg bones, so he had no choice but to let go, and then reached out to grab it.

However, Feng Zhiping was defenseless, and his flesh didn't grow well, let alone his hair, Feng Moxiu didn't catch it, but he took the opportunity to fly away with a palm, and the two jumped out of the courtyard wall.

"Why don't you stop it?" Feng Moxiu looked at Chen Ding dissatisfied.

Chen Ding rolled his eyes in his heart, his face was full of innocence, he lowered his head and took off his chin and gestured to Qiao Xiu in his arms: "There is someone in your hand, you can't pull your hand away." ”

"You're not going to put it down?"

"Master Hou, this is my daughter-in-law..."

"My daughter-in-law is also fainting, won't she put it there too?"

You're a broken jar!

Chen Ding's belly slandered, and he flattered him: "Master Hou, you are wise and martial, Mrs. Huizhi Lanxin, how can your subordinates compare with you." ”

Feng Moxiu glared: "What about laughing at me?"

"How dare you, your subordinates are from the bottom of your heart!" Chen Zhengzheng reminded, "Master Hou, the little young master ran out, don't you chase after you?"

"Use your reminder to wait for me to chase slowly!"

Chen Ding was stunned and shocked: "Are you injured?!"

"What kind of fart, can Lao Tzu be hurt?"

After Feng Moxiu finished roaring, he moved his wrist and said: "But the last palm of the little rabbit cub is a little interesting, and he really gave me numb while my spiritual power backlash, his yuan power..."

The words came to an abrupt end at this point, and Feng Moxiu looked down at his hands and fell into deep thought.

He was suspicious when he pulled out the fire before, but this time he slapped it, and a little Yuan Li took advantage of the gap in the backlash to invade the palm, and he was completely sure that Feng Zhiping's internal force was really strange.

According to different realms, the internal force of the martial artist can be divided into four levels, from low to high, the internal breath (all martial artists), the breath vapor (the Yuan period), the yuan force (quasi-congenital, the spiritual consciousness period, the Shenzang period), and the spiritual power (the tangible period, the martial soul realm), each level has a qualitative sublimation.

Although the levels are different, there is one thing that is the same, and that is the naturalness.

Regardless of the lowest internal breath or the highest spiritual power, if you want to change, you must have the will of the warrior, especially the external internal force, after losing the control of the warrior, it will quickly return to its original form, become a pure aura and gradually dissipate.

This is the reason why the sword gang of the martial artists of the acquired realm can't go far and lack of change is the reason, their will can only extend to their own blades at most, and under the left and right of their will, the gang qi they hit can fly out in a form similar to the blade they hold, leaving the blade is equivalent to losing control, so there is no change and it dissipates quickly, even if the opponent invades the opponent and causes damage, it is not out of their control, it is just that the foreign aura enters the body, and it cannot be eliminated and refined in a short period of time.

The stronger the spiritual sense, the wider the scope of extension, and the stronger the control of the external force, the stronger the innate realm martial arts are also the confrontation between the "field" and the "domain", and the criticality is equal to the internal force cultivation.

Martial artists in the "field" and "domain" formed by spiritual consciousness can do whatever they want, but only in the outside world, opponents of the same level, unless the opponent gives up resistance or has a special method for himself, such as the "Thousand Feelings Formula" that specializes in human illusions, otherwise no matter how strong the spiritual consciousness is, it is difficult to extend to the opponent's body, and my will will will always be the strongest in controlling itself, and it is difficult to break through it.

Therefore, even if the martial artists of the spiritual consciousness period and the Shenzang period enter the opponent's body, they will return to the purest spiritual power, which can only cause simple damage, and cannot control the scope and extent of the damage.

Spiritual thought is the condensation and sublimation of spiritual consciousness, and unlike spiritual consciousness, it can exist alone from the main body for a period of time, just like residual thoughts, integrated into the external power to carry out the last will of the warrior to the end, until it dissipates.

Take Feng Mo Xiu as an example, the main reason why he was able to regain control of the fire spiritual power in Feng Zhiping's body at such a fast speed was that his spiritual thoughts had not been dispersed, he only needed to disperse his spiritual thoughts to re-establish contact and easily take over, and he didn't need to spend any more time integrating into refining, which was efficient and safe.

It is this point that makes Feng Moxiu puzzling, he is very sure that Feng Zhiping is the cultivation of the spiritual consciousness period, and it is indeed the yuan power that invades his palm, but this yuan power shows the characteristics of spiritual power, and it is even more powerful than spiritual power in terms of "difficult", it can be said to be an evil sect!

At the beginning of the invasion of Yuan Li, he didn't care much about it, thinking that it would immediately disperse by itself and merge into his fire spiritual power, but who knew that it was scattered, but it was not "collapsed", but it split into silk by itself, and it was like a worm that drilled into the meridians and flesh in an attempt to spread to the entire palm.

Finding that something was wrong, he became interested, transferred his spiritual power to seal them in the palm of his hand, and then washed them with spiritual thoughts to see if Feng Zhiping had cultivated spiritual thoughts.

The result surprised him again, the spiritual thought was cleansed nine times, and the Yuan Force still remained filamentous, not collapsing or reuniting, and he did not find any spiritual thoughts, as if this Yuan Force had its own will, or it was originally like this.

This is obviously impossible!

The spiritual thought is useless, Feng Mo modified it and directly refined it with spiritual power, and the Yuan Force silk thread dissolved more than half in an instant, but the dissolved Yuan Force Shi Zhong could not integrate his spiritual power, and there seemed to be no other way than to expel the body.

"What's wrong with the young master's Yuan Li?" asked Chen Ding at this time, he waited for a long time and didn't wait for the next step.

Feng Moxiu shook his head and didn't speak, urging the spiritual power to push the dissolved Yuan Force out of the body, and wrapped it in spiritual thoughts to observe.

I saw that the Yuan Force that had dissolved into a mass dissipated rapidly the moment it left the body, and it didn't look abnormal, and he groaned a little and forced the remaining part of the unrefined part out of the body, and the result was still, except that it lasted a little longer than the one that had been refined, there was no difference.

Having said that, Feng Moxiu always felt that something was wrong, but unfortunately the experiment was gone, Feng Zhiping ran away again, and if he wanted to try, he had to arrest people back first.

At this time, there was a mess outside the courtyard, and the screams came and went, not only the female envoys who didn't know martial arts, but even the guards also screamed, as if they had seen a ghost.

"Trouble!" Feng Moxiu scratched his hair in annoyance, and glanced at Chen Ding fiercely, "It's all your fault!"

Chen Ding blinked, and aggrievedly supported Qiao Xiu: "Master Hou, my subordinates really can't pull their hands..."

Feng Moxiu looked disgusted: "Bah, so afraid of guilt, it's really embarrassing for Lao Tzu!"

Chen Ding opened his mouth and closed it again, it was better not to say anything at this time.

"I'm going to arrest someone, you have to think about how to deal with the aftermath. ”

Feng Moxiu was about to get up as soon as he flicked his sleeves, suddenly remembered something, coughed and said: "Go and call the ghost hand first, don't, you should take the two of them with you, quietly, don't let people see it." Tell Zhang Baoquan to take a good look, look carefully, and don't leave any hidden dangers! When Madame wakes up, if you ask me, well, that, well, you know what to say! Remember, don't mess up, otherwise Lao Tzu wants you to look good!"

After saying that, without giving Chen Ding a chance to reply, Feng Moxiu disappeared into the courtyard in a flash.

Chen Ding froze in place with his mouth slightly open as if he had been immobilized, and it took a long time to close it, looking at the wife in his arms and then at the lady on the wall, and sighed deeply depressedly.

Hou Ye, Hou Ye, you really believe in people, and you can't forget the oath of "living and dying together" anytime and anywhere, let alone providing your subordinates with the opportunity to "smear your liver and brains".

Alas, forget it, let's go find the ghost hand Zhang first, if it really doesn't work, ask Zhang Baoquan to put some medicine to let the two "Yaksha" adults wake up a little later, and then talk about it when the Hou Ye comes over.

"Live and die together", Hou Ye leads by example, and his subordinates should practice their own actions and live up to their high expectations...