Mortal bone

This punch was so fierce and powerful that the other six disciples under the ring felt terrified.

They all felt that if they had met Xu Taiping earlier, they would have absolutely no chance of winning.

"boom……"

But when Xu Taiping raised his hand again, ready to swing the last 1 punches, the [-] punches just now were instantly forgotten by everyone.

Because, Xu Taiping just raised his fist, and that violent fist created a violent wave of air on the ring.

All the mountain disciples on Yunlou were shocked.

Among them, there may be many people who can throw a punch that is more powerful and imposing than Xu Taiping, but this does not prevent him from being startled by Xu Taiping's punch at this time.

Because, they smelled an extreme flavor from the young man's punch.

The extreme state of body training, the extreme state of Qingniuquan, and the extreme state of Bai Linggu.

The monks who have really set foot on the threshold of practice know very well in their hearts that once anyone reaches the extreme level in something, the next step will either fall back to the bottom of the valley, or break out of the cocoon and become a butterfly.

"I once heard my master say that with talents such as black bones and white bones, only by practicing the skills and techniques that one can master to the peak can one open a road to the sky for one's own cultivation path."

When Xu Taiping was about to throw his last punch, Xu Ziyan on the Yunlou suddenly heard a sentence her master once said to him.

She always thought that this was a comforting word that Master casually said in order to encourage her with the talent of Xuan Gu.

But at this moment, she suddenly felt that those words might not be consoling, and it was most likely because the master had met someone like the young man in front of him before, so he said that.

"Ascending to the peak..."

Suddenly Xu Ziyan's body began to tremble with excitement for no reason, just to see the legendary peak.

"Xu Taiping, that's enough!"

But right now.

On the opposite side of the biggest cloud building, suddenly the cold but coercive voice of the head rang out.

Obviously, even if Ye Xuan was defeated at this moment, he still didn't want Qingxuanzong to lose a disciple with a golden spiritual bone.

But Xu Taiping didn't want to obey orders.

He saw the hatred and killing intent towards him in Ye Xuan's eyes.

The two have never met before, and they both have such a strong killing intent towards themselves. After this competition, the two must be in a state of immortality.

Moreover, although he didn't believe in cause and effect, he could smell the "enemy of fate" from Ye Xuan in front of him.

More importantly, he faintly felt that this last punch was very important to him.

He believed that as long as he swung this fist, his understanding of Qingniuquan and his practice would climb to a new peak, and he would even be able to touch the extreme state that Sister Lingyue said.

On the contrary, if you can't swing this punch.

Then his Dao heart must be dusty, and he may even be devastated.

He was naturally unwilling to take such a risk, after all, he still had a long, long way to go.

"Lose your heart, lose everything."

"People can insult me ​​and deceive me, but I can't let them hurt my heart."

"It's a big deal. I won't be an inner disciple anymore, and I won't wait for this Qingxuanzong."

As one after another thought quickly flashed through Xu Taiping's mind, Xu Taiping's heart became firmer, his fist intent became more condensed, and his fist power became stronger.

It's like being lifted from some kind of shackles.

"Rumble..."

Amidst the explosion of qi, Xu Taiping suddenly opened the acupoints all over his body, mobilized the whole body's blood and vigor, circulated all the true energy in the sea of ​​qi, and punched Ye Xuan with all his strength.

"You are presumptuous!"

And at the moment when his punch landed, a sword sounded "Zheng" and exploded in the sky above Zhenjianping, followed by a snow-bright flying sword that burst into the air, blocking Ye Xuan's head all of a sudden.

The vast and majestic coercion in the flying sword was like a violent sap, hitting Xu Taiping's chest heavily, causing his blood to flow backwards, his breath churning, and his muscles and bones cracking .

But even so, Xu Taiping's eyes were still firm, and his fists were still steady.

For him at this moment, it doesn't matter whether it is Ye Xuan or Feijian who stands in front of him.

He just wanted to swing this punch and smash everything he could see in front of him.

Immediately, without the slightest hesitation, his fist slammed heavily on the Xueliang flying sword blocking Ye Xuan.

"boom!!!……"

A piercing metal trembling sound mixed with the sound of gas explosion pierced everyone's ears like sharp needles.

Some low-level monks, such as the outer disciples under the ring, even fainted with bleeding from their ears due to the shock of the sound.

Xu Taiping's situation was even worse.

Even this punch he swung with all his might, only made the flying sword in charge tremble.

And the anti-shock force on the flying sword, as well as the bitter sword intent poured out of the flying sword, almost, instantly shattered his black ice armor, and then tore the flesh on his arm, revealing the blue tendons , white bone, and deep red blood.

Then, the huge impact knocked Xu Taiping upside down.

"boom!"

His body fell heavily to the edge of the ring.

"puff!……"

Xu Taiping, who was lying on the ground, vomited blood.

He could feel that the sword energy from the flying sword had invaded his internal organs. If it hadn't been for these two years of reckless exercise, his internal organs would have turned into a puddle of minced meat at this moment.

But Xu Taiping, who was lying on the ground at the moment, had a smile on his lips.

Because the sound of the fist hitting the flying sword just now was more beautiful than that fairy sound when he heard it.

It felt like the young antelope jumped over the mountain stream for the first time, the surging waves when hundreds of rivers merged into the sea, and the last hammer that fell when the Emperor of Heaven forged the magic weapon.

Guided by the crashing sounds like fairy sounds, he found a narrow path accompanied by light in his own foggy fairyland.

Walking along this road, he even saw a mountain peak in a trance, a mountain peak soaring into the clouds, a mountain peak named Tiandao.

Although at the foot of the mountain, he is still like an ant.

But anyway, he saw it.

Like those who were born with spiritual bones and were born with the ability to see the mountain, he saw it.

"I'm a mortal, can I finally be able to see that mountain like these people?"

Xu Taiping laughed again.

"Grandpa, the scenery on the mountain must be very good, grandson, I will definitely go up there for you to have a look."

Xu Taiping wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, and muttered to himself.

With hope in his eyes, he struggled to get up with one hand.