Chapter Seventy-Sixth Heaven Rank Kungfu—Ni Jin Jue
Have you ever had such a girl? She is smart, smart, charming, generous and decent. She is the center of attention wherever she goes, and is always the topic of conversation among those around her. She is full of fantasies about love, and falls in love again and again, but fails again and again.
Betrayed again.
There is never a shortage of high-class and low-end luxury men around her. The gifts given to her are either jewelry or famous brands, and even the condoms are 0.03 mm ultra-thin gold version.
But you can only listen to her stories about her and them by her side. She always praises you for being kind-hearted and a good brother who is always available. If the man she is looking for has half your good temper, she will
That's enough. But she will never really marry you, and she will still hurt those high-ranking and low-end men.
You have loved her for a long time, but you have never dared to speak. The only close contact is when you carry her drunkenly on your back from the bar. She may fall into your arms at a time when she is extremely sad.
Say, you are a pillow, a courier, a safe haven, a confidant, but never a lover.
Maybe one day, she said to you that if she is not married by the age of 30 and you are not married, then the two of you can just make do together.
One of her jokes can make you believe it is true, and you are silently thinking in your heart how far away you are from turning 30?
Congratulations, you are Sis, she is a goddess, and you have been unable to extricate yourself from it. All you strive for is to be worthy of her, and all you create is just to keep her.
Even if Sissy had the chance, she would not violate the goddess in her arms. It was not because she had no desire, but she was just afraid that if she did so, she would no longer be qualified to stay with the goddess.
The flute master will not understand this, just like he does not understand why he, who is clearly helping Shi San realize his dream, will receive Shi San’s resentful eyes.
"It's time to start..." Xiaoqiang, who was staying on the stairs not far away, said with his fingers.
The change only occurred suddenly. Veins popped up on Thirteen's skin. From his fingers to the corners of his eyes, every vein emerged like a spider, as if his whole body was covered with black centipedes.
If Shisan's spiritual energy in the past was as insignificant as a cockroach, at this moment, he has completely disappeared from the world, with not even a trace of spiritual energy left on his body.
The flute master didn't understand what was going on. He was still playing the body-controlling melody, but Shisan had already stood up on his own initiative and walked towards the sword slave he had left behind not far away.
Mei Niang, who squinted her eyes to see it, knew the reason - "Reverse Muscle Jue".
This is a luck technique invented by humans. It can be said to be a martial arts secret book or a peerless skill. The practitioner uses strong heart control to force his own breath and blood to flow backwards, turning the soothing and returning veins into turbulent ones.
The surging arteries. The spiritual energy emanating outwards will flow into the heart in the opposite direction.
The advantage of this is that you can use spiritual power to strengthen various body functions. Hard Qigong is strengthened by stopping the dispersion of spiritual power, but Nijinjue is strengthened by cutting off the dispersion and injecting spiritual power into the body. The effect is even more terrifying.
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Of course, the added value is that Nijin Jue can completely shield one's own spiritual energy. If the inspiration of evil ghosts and practitioners is compared to radar, and one's own spiritual energy is like the reflection angle of a fighter jet, Nijin Jue is equivalent to turning oneself into an F22
The stealth fighter mode is completely wiped off the radar. This is the best skill for hiding in an ambush in the grass and suddenly jumping out and shouting about Demacia.
Thirteen was not doing a sneak attack. The purpose of the Nijin Jue he performed was to get rid of the master's body-controlling melody. The notes were actually a resonance principle. By sensing the aura of the controlled person, he adjusted the melody to
A resonant frequency can have a control effect.
This kind of resonance acts directly on the human body without the help of eardrums, so someone once pierced their eardrums and there was no way to get rid of the control of the flute player.
The Nijin Jue completely changed the trajectory of the human body's spiritual energy, hiding the spiritual information. The unique skills of the flute master and even most of the body control techniques were no longer threatening in the face of this body covered with black veins.
However, this kind of technique is very dangerous. Changing the direction of blood flow is equivalent to changing the vital signs of human beings. The more masters are, the amount of spiritual power they exhale and exhale outside the body every second during battle is an extremely large unit. These spiritual powers are very important for
It is the most deadly killing move for the opponent. Nijinjue seals all the spiritual power and infuses it into one's own body, just like putting the muzzle of a gun to one's heart.
Not everyone is able to convert the kinetic energy of the bullet fired into the body into power and exert it. More than 99.9% of the guys end up dying from a bullet piercing the heart.
And Nijin Jue is prepared for the only 0.1% of the remaining wizards... a heaven-level technique.
What Mei Niang knows was all told to her by a man in the past, and Mei Niang's hatred for Shi San was also caused by that man's shadow.
"The Nijin Jue is very painful to use, so at this moment, you have no chance of survival." Thirteen picked up the Spirit Release Machine on the ground, and the rusty sword slave glowed with a faint red light.
"Go to hell!" Master Flute had already lost his cool due to Thirteen's murderous intent. He had forgotten that everything was just a game arranged by Mei Niang. Master Flute would let go when Thirteen was about to hit the bases.
Kai's control over Thirteen gives him complete initiative over his next actions. If he still goes on hard, Mei Niang will bite his neck off without hesitation.
If he chose to stop, maybe Mei Niang could still be friends with him. But in the end, a third situation emerged.
Like a human facing a ferocious beast, the young master swung the bamboo flute in his hand in a panic. The flute formed an invisible sonic cannon. Thirteen dodged sideways, and a spider with a diameter of 1 meter was blasted out of the tiles on the pillar behind him.
Pattern.
The Flute Master is not an evil spirit who is good at fighting. His most powerful power is the body-controlling melody. Losing control of Thirteen is like losing the gun in his hand and being in a lion's cage.
"Let's play." Thirteen smiled ferociously with blood on his face. He reached the distance of ten meters in three steps and rushed into the arms of the flute master, crushing the marble floor tiles on which he stood.
The Sword Slave's blade turned, and he turned back and pulled his body diagonally to slash forward! Master Flute Holder had no way to retreat, and the recorder was caught in front of his chest. Master Flute Holder's flute came to the root of his soul, and it was his most powerful spiritual weapon.
But Thirteen completely ignored the defense and blasted out with a sword. The flute-holder was completely knocked away. Like a cannonball, it blasted through a pillar where three people were hugging each other and fell to the floor, vomiting blood in the dust.
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The monster-like Thirteen walked slowly in the dust dragging his long sword, "How strange, the blood you vomit is actually red? Didn't you know that your internal organs also maintain the same appearance as humans?"
At this moment, Thirteen looked like an evil ghost without a conscience, making the human ghosts around him feel nervous. Fortunately, at this moment, two beams of light came from the dark subway tunnel.
The sound of "clang, clang, clang, clang, clang, clang, clang, clang, clang, clang, clang, clang, clang, clang, clang, clang, clang, clang, clang, clang, clang, clang, clang, clang, clang, clang, clang clang" came and the time came. At 2:22:22 in the morning, the Death Cruiser drove into the platform at exactly the same moment.
This train bound for the underworld is almost identical to the human Harmony train except for the front end. And the front end of the Death Train is really a huge head?!
The ferocious-looking ghost had a bald head and no hair, and stretched out two arms from his face to hold up a lantern. The clanking sound of the train was actually imitated by this guy with his mouth.
A wrinkled old face looked sideways at the noisy crowd on the platform, grinning with his yellow back molars and said, "Ouch? Ouch? It's really lively today, there are actually monsters and evil spirits? I'm so happy.
Pu Ben?"
The ghost head is as big as a red lantern and the ghost eyes make people tremble at the sight. This thing is not an evil ghost, a monster, or a devil, but a real god. Although it looks scarier than an evil ghost, it still changes.
cannot understand the essence of the gods.
"Grandpa on the front of the car, now I want to kill him, can you just ignore it?" Thirteen looked at the front of the car, and he was so angry that he didn't understand what Guitou meant.
"It's none of my business, I'm just here to make soy sauce." Gui Tou shouted with a smile, "Get in the car! Damn you ghosts, the one-way death tour of the Eighteenth Level of Hell starts here, go in, go in,
There’s a big seat inside! Don’t block the door, I’ll crush you to death!”
Crowded souls poured into the 5 carriages along the 10 open doors. The appearance of the Donkan and Shuishui trains is glamorous, but the service can only be given a bad review. There is not even a waiter, no ticket checking, no help with luggage, and seats first.
Come first served, if you get up late, just stuff it in the suitcase, who cares, they are all dead anyway, even if they are folded in half and packed, they will not die again.
The scene of surging ghosts was as busy as the Spring Festival Railway Station platform, but no matter how crowded it was, the ghosts still bypassed Thirteen, the flute master and the charming girl.
Maintaining the state of Nijin Jue, Shi San moved like a rabbit out of nowhere. He accelerated forward again, but fell heavily to the ground. Looking back, he saw a white tail growing out from under the floor, tightly wrapped around it.
His ankle.
"Fuck, I didn't expect you to have such a cruel ability?!" Thirteen waved his sword and slashed at the tail on his ankle. The edge of the sword was bounced away. The soft tail was harder than steel and softer than silk. No matter ten
No matter how hard I slashed, I couldn't cut through this thing.
The flute master looked at his bamboo flute that had been slashed to the point of almost breaking, and then at Thirteen who was fixed in place and unable to move, and his tense heart finally relaxed.
At this time, Mei Niang, who was sitting behind Shi San, said with her lips, "Take me to the car."
The flute master didn't know what was going on, but he knew that it was Mei Niang who helped him save his life, so he didn't dare to disobey the immortal's order. He thought it was a high-end woman playing a trick on a man, but instead he became a four-star man.
A small role, a small trick.
The flute-wielding master hurriedly stood up, walked around the struggling Shisan, held the frightened Mei Niang in his arms, and rushed towards the car door.
"Son of a bitch! Let her go!" Thirteen roared at the top of his lungs, kicking his ankle upwards and even tearing up the surrounding ground, but he still could only watch them get on the train bound for the underworld.