A figure rushed out of the deep pit and rushed straight into the sky.
The giant sword in the sky just paused for a moment and slashed down again.
When the fist faces the tip of the sword, the long sword energy shocks and becomes illusory.
Lu Shanmin fell again and fell into a deep pit.
Han Ci's fingers were put together and a little closer, and the illusory long sword gradually solidified at a speed visible to the naked eye.
"Lu Shanmin, man cannot defeat heaven, you still have to be obsessed with it when"!
Lu Shanmin half-kneeled on the ground and looked up at the sky, "Do you think you are the sky"?!
The Korean poem stands in the wind, "I am not the heaven, but I do the way of heaven, for all living beings, you and I will go to the same end, all of you draw swords for the injustice in this world, and for the weak, and those who do benevolence and righteousness, we are all people all the way.
, why don’t you understand”!
Lu Shanmin was murderous intent and looked at him coldly. "Old man! Hypocrite! Tell lies with his eyes open, your face is thicker than the city wall."
Han Ci glanced at the bodies of Wang Ren and Li Qian in the distance and murmured: "If you don't kill, just talk about benevolence and righteousness, you are the real hypocrite. Dare to seek benevolence and righteousness by unkind and righteous actions, you are the real great benevolence and righteousness. Those who can save the suffering have always been
It is not a woman's kindness, it is always just a sword, gun, sword, and halberd."
Lu Shanmin clenched his fists, and the Qi Ji rushed and wandered through the tendons and veins of the whole body, and poured into the muscle cells of the whole body again along the eight extraordinary meridians. The muscles of the whole body surged high under the filling of the Qi Ji, and the bronze skin gradually turned purple-red
.
Feeling that Lu Shanmin's momentum is still rising, Korean poetry is both shocked and angry. Although Lu Shanmin's current state is forced to be generated by excessive exploitation of potential and internal energy, this momentum has surpassed the pressure of ordinary Vajra Realm.
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"Lu Shanmin, the old man pity you. I hope you can understand the old man's tolerance and love, and don't make him embarrassed."
Lu Shanmin slowly stood up, raised his head and chest, and was shocked and his momentum continued to rise. "You all deserve to go martyrdom"!
Han Ci's expression changed slightly, and the first time there was murderous intent in his eyes, "Lu Shanmin, you really think that I dare not kill you"!
Lu Shanmin was very determined to fight at this time. This was the first time that Ning Cheng and his party fought with all their might afterwards, and it was also the first time that he personally felt his own strength.
This power gave him unprecedented confidence.
At the moment when Korean poems were hesitating, Lu Shanmin rose again.
This time, the earth trembled slightly, the air hissed, and Lu Shanmin rushed straight into the sky with the force of the earth.
Han Ci frowned slightly and pressed down with his right fingers.
"cut"!
"Broken for me"!
Lu Shanmin was in the air, his arm muscles swelled again, and his fist slammed on the tip of the sword.
"Boom"! There was a thunder explosion in the air, and the sword of air burst inch by inch, and the cracked fragments turned into waves of air scattered and exploded. The wind broke out between the sky and the earth, dry grass spread all over the sky, sand and stones flew.
Lu Shanmin fell to the ground like a meteor, and the earth shook again.
Han Ci drifted out with the air waves for more than a foot, and after landing, his body retreated wildly.
Ma Juan and Miao
Ye and others were so shocked that no one wanted to hit Lu Shanmin, who had not yet entered the extreme realm, actually punched Han Ci, who had been immersed in energy for many years.
Lu Shanmin landed on the ground, and his legs bounced, chasing Han Ci's retreating route.
The qi in Han Ci collapsed and swelled thousands of miles away. While the body retreated rapidly, it quickly formed seals with both hands, guiding the qi that was scattered and collided in the body to return to the sea.
As the saying goes, one force reduces ten times, Lu Shanmin's punch is so powerful that he cannot relieve his power in a short time.
Lu Shanmin ran wildly, practicing his muscles, bones, and skin outside and breathing inside. He would never give Han Ci a chance to change his second breathing.
"Ma Juan"! Miao Ye, who came to his senses, was already running wildly.
Before Miao Ye could remind him, Ma Juan had mobilized the energy of the whole body to slant the way forward.
Lu Shanmin didn't squint his eyes, and his eyes were always staring at Han Ci getting closer and closer. He didn't take Ma Juan and Miao Ye, who were rushing behind and from the slanted thorns, and there was no time to take it seriously.
He now only has one thought in his mind, and he must take this opportunity to kill one or the other. Even if he can't do it, he will severely damage Korean poetry.
If the external family kills the internal family, you must work hard to get close to you, otherwise it will be difficult to have a chance.
The earth trembled behind him, and Miao Ye's roaring voice came. "Lu Shanmin, don't be ungrateful. Even if Mr. Han makes any mistakes today, I will kill you."
Seeing that Lu Shanmin was about to rush to Han Ci, Ma Juan was anxious. While accelerating the flow of energy, she shouted: "Lu Shanmin, you have forced to improve your physical ability to transcend your body's ability to bear. If you hit this punch, you will definitely die."
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"Let him come"! Han Ci, who had retreated suddenly stabilized and stopped in place. "Ma Juan, Miao Ye, you guys retreat for me"!
Ma Juan did not slow down. As soon as the sound of the Korean poem fell, she was already standing on the way Lu Shanmin went.
Lu Shanmin had no force to build up his momentum, and his fist broke through the air and rushed straight to Ma Juan's chest.
Ma Juan was not yet firm in her foothold, and hurriedly stabbed the horse out of her palm. Before half of the energy in her dantian was drawn, Lu Shanmin's fist had arrived.
One is that it has been accumulating strength for a long time, which is comparable to the Vajra boxing posture, and the other is that it is that it is rushing to deal with the internal family and bear it hard.
With one punch, after the air wave, Ma Juan flew backwards like a cannonball.
At this time, Han Ci had already changed his second breath, took a step forward, used the Tai Chi traction and unloading force, and took Ma Juan back and retreated for more than ten meters.
As soon as he gained a foothold, Ma Juan gushed out a mouthful of blood.
With one punch, the qi surging of the risk control in the muscle cells, Lu Shanmin, who had already reached the limit, trembled all over his body, and every cell in his body felt heart-wrenching pain.
If he fails to get a punch, he will never have another chance. Miao Ye is coming with the power of Vajra behind him.
Lu Shanmin did not dare to fight again, endured the pain all over his body and stepped out towards the edge of the factory.
Miao Ye's body turned and chased Lu Shanmin hard.
"Stop chasing"! Han Ci shouted lightly.
No seedlings
Gan stopped, looked at the direction where Lu Shanmin disappeared, and squeezed out water with both fists.
"Old Han, are you okay?"
Miao Ye walked to Han Ci and Ma Juan, and Ma Juan was already sitting cross-legged on the ground to regulate her breathing.
Han Ci looked at the direction where Lu Shanmin disappeared, sighed and said, "I was careless and underestimated him."
Miao Ye said fiercely: "If this person does not die, he will cause great trouble."
Han Ci looked at Ma Juan who closed her eyes and adjusted her breathing, and said lightly: "What a pity, if I died with him just now, this great trouble would no longer exist."
Miao Ye was stunned for a moment, and then he understood why Han Ci asked them to retreat just now.
Han Ci murmured: "You have seen Liu Xiyi's fate. The old man doesn't want to kill him yet. Only when I die with him can the old man not take his anger on you, and Lu Chenlong has nothing to say."
Miao Ye frowned slightly, "Old Han, he is not worthy of your life for exchange."
Han Ci took a deep breath again, and the qi in his body slowly returned to calm from rapid and slowly. Although the punch just now was extraordinary, he was not seriously injured with his powerful qi.
"I can hurt me before I even entered the extreme realm. If I waited for him to enter the extreme realm, that would be fine."
Miao Ye's shock was no less than that of Han Ci. He knew that Han Ci was very correct. The realm of martial arts was one aspect. What shocked him even more was the murderous intent and fighting spirit that Lu Shanmin had just shown. So far, this has been so
He had only seen the strong murderous intent and fighting spirit in Huang Jiujin and Xia Bing.
Han Ci understood Miao Ye’s expression and asked, “As a foreign martial artist, what is the fighting spirit he just showed?”
Miao Ye said with a serious expression: "It is rare in the world. The key is that I really can't understand why Wang Ren and his wife were not close to him, and it was the first time they met, so why did they inspire him to fight and kill him so strongly
meaning".
Han Ci thought for a moment and murmured: "Tao, this is the way of internal affairs. The so-called Tao is different and does not plan for each other. The dispute over Tao is the most essential and cruel. I practice both internal and external affairs.
I underestimated him."
Miao Ye clenched his fists, "Not only did he forcefully stimulate the potential, the superposition of internal energy and internal strength far exceeded the physical ability to withstand the body. The abnormal combat power he showed just now will not last long, and maybe he will be seriously injured now.
If you catch up,,,,,,,,,”.
Han Ci said lightly: "What can you do if you catch up? Can you bear the anger of the old gentleman and Lu Chenlong? You are still young, and the organization needs you even more."
As he said that, Han Ci looked at Ma Juan and murmured: "You are all young, and your talents and perseverance are not inferior to me back then. Let your people clean up the traces here, and then you leave Ma Juan to protect the Dharma.
”.
After saying that, Han Ci turned around with his hands behind his back, "I should go and talk to the old man."
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