Definitely a martial soul-level powerhouse!

Even a near-consummate formidable stage master would not have such a means!

It is necessary to know that there are thousands of martial arts in the world, which can be roughly divided into two realms: acquired and congenital.

The acquired realm has two stages: accumulating internal force and transforming internal force, while the innate realm is subdivided into four periods: spiritual consciousness, divine possession, formality, and martial soul.

The martial soul is the pinnacle of martial arts, and the martial soul-level powerhouse is also the one closest to the heavenly way and the legendary immortal.

The gap between the acquired and the innate is not only in cultivation, but also in the use of extraordinary power, and only those who have cultivated spiritual sense can initially stimulate the potential ability of the divine weapon blade and exert a power far beyond their own cultivation.

The higher the cultivation of a warrior, the more it can stimulate the potential of the treasure blade, and the high-level treasure blade can also nourish and improve with the warrior.

The man in black had never heard of something like that in front of him that could even be imprisoned in time and space, but this did not prevent him from judging the other party.

There is not even a single ornament in a Taoist robe, which means that the opponent's weapon is not on the outside but on the inside, which is something that can only be done in the Shenzang period. And the other party's means are obviously not what the gods should have, and the man in black concluded that the other party is a martial soul nine out of nine, and he is also a first-class powerful existence among the martial soul powerhouses.

The man in black secretly complained, unable to figure out how he had offended such an old monster, and did not dare to slack off, so he clasped his fists and saluted with fear.

"The younger generation doesn't know that the seniors are cultivating here, and there are many offenses, and I hope you will raise your noble hand, so I will take people away. ”

"Let you go, stand there!"

Stopping the man in black, the fat Taoist priest tilted his head and raised his eyebrows at Feng Zhiping.

"Are you very uncomfortable? Do you want to kill him to relieve your hatred?"

As soon as the man in black's eyes were cold, he heard Feng Zhiping say loudly: "Yes!"

After speaking, he smiled bitterly: "But I can't beat him, I guess standing still and letting me cut me may not be able to break his body protection." ”

"Hey, I'm very self-aware!" the fat Taoist rubbed his chin with a smile, "I'll solve the gap in cultivation, I heard that your swordsmanship is good, play a trick, as long as you can stab him three times, I will save your life, and give you a chance, how about it, dare to challenge it?"

is going to be angry, how could Feng Zhiping not be?

"Dare!"

As soon as the words fell, I saw that the blood that flowed out of my body quickly retracted into my body, and the two fatal wounds remained in their original state, but they didn't hurt anymore, and they didn't affect my activities.

Glancing at the fat Taoist priest in awe, Feng Zhiping moved his reactive body slightly, looked left and right, bent down and broke a sword-length bamboo stick from the board of the boat and held it in his hand.

On the other side, the man in black trembled with horror, not because of Feng Zhiping, but because his internal force was completely imprisoned with the eyes of the fat Taoist.

"Kill him and I'll be able to leave?" asked the man in black, his voice trembling slightly.

The fat Taoist priest didn't answer, and waved his hand impatiently to urge him to start quickly.

Taking a deep breath, the man in black looked at Feng Zhiping, who was in a good posture, and rushed out with a dagger in his hand, without the slightest intention of giving in a few moves.

Feng Zhiping was not flustered, relying on the advantage of the length of the weapon, and with the characteristics of the bamboo strip that is easy to bend, he used the thirteen-way soft sword sword technique "finger softness", and the sword and bamboo shadow of the man in black were extremely lively.

The bamboo raft is narrow, and the short knife of the man in black has more advantages, but Feng Zhiping's sword moves are too sharp, and the bamboo strip is straight and bent like a sword and a whip, and it doesn't take long for the heart to be stabbed twice.

is worthy of being the son of Feng Moxiu, if it weren't for the abolition, he would definitely be the most demonic one!

The black-clothed man's heart was dark, and he remembered the appointment of three moves, seeing that he would lose if he had one more move, the fat Taoist priest made a decision.

Escape!

If you don't escape, you will definitely die, and if you escape, you will have a chance to live!

His internal strength is just imprisoned, his internal breath is still there, and he can't die if he jumps into the water and holds it for a while!

Thinking like this, the man in black deliberately took a kick after letting go of the bamboo sword, staggered back to the side of the boat, and pretended to step on the air and fall to the water.

"You!"

Feng Zhiping found out that something was wrong, and was about to tell the man in black to break his mind, but after only shouting one word, all the back choked in his throat.

I saw that the body of the man in black froze as soon as he leaned towards the water, and then he was brought to the fat Taoist priest by an invisible hand, who looked at him expressionlessly.

"I hate people who don't keep their promises the most. ”

After saying that, the essence in his eyes flashed, and the body of the man in black was scattered to the ground like a collapsed building block, and the red, yellow, green, and white combined with the smell of rushing to the nose frantically challenged Feng Zhiping's nerves.

Feng Zhiping was defeated, and his legs were weak and he knelt on the ground and vomited.

Born in Wuhou's family, it's not that he has never seen murder, but it is the first time he has seen such a strange method and such a piecemeal killing, and it is estimated that his father will have to frown when he comes.

Spitting and spitting, a pair of feet suddenly appeared in front of him.

"Good swordsmanship. ”

Feng Zhiping didn't dare to look up at the owner of his feet, and answered vaguely.

The fat Taoist priest smiled, leaned over and asked softly, "Do you want to cultivate?"

If there was a thunderous explosion in his ears, Feng Zhiping suddenly raised his head.

Want to cultivate?

Absolutely!

From being sensible to the present, he has dreamed that he can cultivate, but there is no precedent for healing since ancient times, and his father even invited a martial soul powerhouse to try to forcibly continue the pulse for him, but not only did he not succeed but almost killed him.

"I can help you. ”

The fat Taoist priest said and lifted his robe, opened his trousers and groped for something in the crotch of Feng Zhiping's stunned gaze, and after a while, his eyebrows moved, and he twisted a black ball smaller than a sesame seed with his fingertips and handed it over.

"Sword species, huh. ”

Subconsciously held his breath and dodged back, Feng Zhiping looked at the black spot that was highly suspicious of mud, and then at the smiling fat Taoist priest, and was furious.

"Just play me, scold me, be an idiot? My life is saved by you, if you want to kill, you can kill it, but you can't scold me, and then scold me and I'll fight with you!"

The fat Taoist priest was stunned, and then slapped Feng Zhiping's head, grabbed the hair and put the black dots on his fingertips to the tip of his nose.

"You're just a fool who thinks you're smart, I said this is a sword species, not scolding you! Ahh

As soon as he heard that he could cultivate after eating, regardless of whether it was true or not, Feng Zhiping immediately grabbed that finger like a vicious dog, and the fat Taoist scolded his mother and slapped him into the water.

Hurriedly climbed onto the boat, Feng Zhiping frowned and smiled at the fat Taoist priest, who was too lazy to take care of him, took out a handkerchief and wiped his fingers with a disgusted face.

"You kid sword is quite calm, why is your temperament so frizzy, it's not that you don't give it to you, but you bastard at least listen to me finish speaking!"

"You say what you say!"

"Too lazy to say it!"

After rubbing back and forth in the water several times, the fat Taoist priest suddenly turned his head to look at Feng Zhiping.

"Almost, bear with it, endure the past and be reborn, can't help but cry out for your life, it's up to you. ”

"What do you mean... Ahh

Before he finished speaking, colic came, Feng Zhiping fell on the boat and screamed heartbreakingly, and after a few breaths, it hurt so much that he couldn't even make a sound, and his body curled up into a shrimp-like convulsion.

At this moment, the fat Taoist priest groped out a red rope from the crotch of his pants, on which hung a white jade bead inlaid with a silver tray, and dragged the mud-like Feng Zhiping and hung it around his neck.

"This bead is a good thing, it will be of great use to you, remember to put it close to you and don't lose it. As for that sword species, it's a good thing, but it's also a little troublesome, I didn't want to tell you, but I'm kind, I'll talk to you, just this time, I have to remember not to be so frizzy in the future, and I have to listen to what people say. That sword seed..."

What happened later, Feng Zhiping didn't hear it, he was completely unconscious.

The moment before he fell into a coma, he regretted that he was anxious, and hated the fat Taoist priest even more.

It's too late to say anything now, he's already plunged into endless darkness.