"So strong!"
Xia Ping was shocked. He actually saw that in an instant, there were a thousand fists blasted by the saint's phantom, which were crushed by the mountains, making people unable to breathe.
In the midair, there are densely packed fist prints, condensed into substance, like an army of thousands of people rushing over, as if they are going to be completely crushed to death, and there is nowhere to escape.
Is this still the strength of the Grandmaster Four Heavens? !
He couldn't even imagine that this saint phantom still suppressed the cultivation base at the same level as his own.
In fact, this is not such a delicate move, just because the saint phantom's moves are too fast, one thousand punches per second, it creates such a terrifying power, and it is so fierce.
Beiming body protector!
Xia Ping immediately shot, rounding his hands and running Beiming's body protection power, a Kunpeng instantly jumped out of the air and wrapped his body.
Bang bang bang! !
The fist imprints blasted in an instant, and the power of each punch was terrifying to a terrifying degree. It was as if a mountain was crushed over, extremely heavy, and the strength of the punch was condensed to the extreme and pressed to the limit.
"How can it be?!"
Xia Ping's pupils shrank, because he found that even though his Beiming Body Guardian skill was extremely defensive, it could hardly be resolved in the face of this condensed physical strength.
Because the strength of each punch seems to have a tyrannical spiral force, this force is constantly rotating, and it is difficult to dissolve even Beiming's body protection skills.
Even if the strength of a punch is resolved, but thousands of punches strike at the same time, how can it be resolved so quickly? This is simply beyond the current limit of Beiming's body protection skills!
Suddenly, such a fist shook his vitality and blood, his body appeared numb, and even his body had severe pain.
The horrible fist strength produced a spiral, constantly infiltrating his lungs, and would severely damage his physique.
"This is the phantom of the saint? It's too strong."
Originally, Xia Ping thought that he could easily defeat a grandmaster of the same rank in the Grandmaster Fourth Heaven, but faced with this saint phantom whose strength was exactly the same as himself, he was beaten with no power to fight back and was completely suppressed.
The opponent's power is not beyond himself, and the speed is only between the two, but the fist technique of the saint's shadow is too subtle, it is simply natural and easy to come by.
This kind of martial arts has reached the realm of Taoism, which is the realm of profound and profound.
It seemed that his every move was in the opponent's expectation, and he attacked between his moves and movements at will, and hit him incomparably uncomfortable, as if he was restrained everywhere.
Even the defensive qigong such as Beiming Bodyguarding Gong is always uncomfortable in front of the sage's boxing technique, being beaten up with blood and blood, the body is invaded by the spiral force, and the whole body is bruised.
boom!
The saint phantom hit Xia Ping's forehead with a punch and instantly blasted him out, throwing him hundreds of meters away, rolling like a football.
"Come again!"
Xia Ping's eyes showed the raging fire. He stood up with a carp and immediately jumped from the ground. He was still alive and well, without being defeated by a punch.
Because his body is too strong, he has cultivated the Pure Yang Immortal Jue, forged his physique with the sun essence, and the blood of the Hell Golden Crow, constantly evolving his body.
Recently, I have practiced the Attracting Stars Jue, which has attracted the power of the Zhoutian stars, and merged with the energy of the Pure Yang Immortal Jue.
If the Attracting Star Technique is cultivated to the realm of Dacheng, it is estimated that the body of the stars can be condensed, which is a body that cannot be destroyed by the Star Destroyer, and even a person can survive in the vacuum of the universe.
A mere punch could not completely defeat him.
Bang bang bang! !
The phantom of the saint has no emotions. It is just an energy puppet. Its task is to defeat the students who participated in the assessment. As long as the students do not fall, and do not choose to surrender, they will continue to fight.
It threw out its fists like the wind, and smashed it with one fist, almost like a huge mountain falling from the outer starry sky to the earth.
And it's not a human being, just an energy puppet, so it doesn't have a state of power exhaustion like a human being. The power of each punch is the same, extremely accurate, just like a machine.
"Unmoving Tathagata palm!"
Xia Ping counterattacked and slapped it, like a Buddha, slapped with the smell of immovable Tathagata, and the golden Buddha light radiated from his body, which contained the compassion of my Buddha.
It seems that this palm is to bring down the demon and subdue the demon, forcing the demon head to put down the butcher knife and turn his head back.
Boom!
But the saint's shadow is just a punch, without feelings. Heaven is inhumane and uses all things as a dog. This is a ruthless fist, a fist of heaven, and it seems to contain the artistic conception of being fit with the body.
In an instant, the power of Xia Ping's palm was shattered, and his vigor was shocked.
Wan Beast Fist!
Tianlong Bayin!
Four seasons swordsmanship!
No clap!
Almost all of Xia Ping's martial arts were used, but they were easily deciphered by the sage phantom, as if he could see through the various flaws in his fist moves.
Even if there was a punch on the phantom of the saint, it was resisted by the phantom of the saint, unscathed.
This is not because these martial arts are not strong enough, it's just that he is too weak now, unable to exert the true power of such martial arts.
"too strong."
Xia Ping felt that the martial arts of this saint phantom was as vast as the ocean, unfathomable, and the mountains stood up. This was another martial arts realm, beyond imagination.
No matter how I move, it seems that in the eyes of the saint, it is just a baby learning to walk, and I don't know how far the gap is.
"No, even if you attack the saint phantom and the destructive power is not enough, you can't defeat the saint phantom." Xia Ping's eyes flickered, looking for an opportunity to defeat the saint phantom.
Although the saint phantom beat him miserably, he was still invincible due to the existence of Beiming's body protection skills, and all his punches were defended.
The phantom of the saint cannot defeat himself, nor can he defeat the opponent.
The battle is at a deadlock.
Boom!
I don't know how long it took, Xia Ping was sweating profusely, panting, and the saint phantom hit his body with a punch, and the horrible spiral force erupted in his body, sending him hundreds of meters away.
These spirals are so terrible that they are in a mess, rotating crazily, penetrating the lungs.
If he is a real body now, it is estimated that this punch can vomit blood and damage his lungs.
"What a strong spiral energy, there are such terrible martial arts skills in the world. A punch is like a mountain, like a whirlpool, making people nowhere to escape, and all body-protecting qigong is shattered!"
Xia Ping’s eyes showed a gleam, and the more he fought, he felt that he had captured the knack of the saint’s shadow. If he could learn the essence of the saint’s shadow, master the horrible spiral energy mana skills, let his own Soaring destructive power can defeat this saint phantom.