boom…
Xie Bing was sent flying by the condensed figure!
Wipe the blood off his lips, stand up again, and attack!
boom!
Get hit by a shadow again!
Unwillingly, Xie Bing stood up again and wrestled with the figure again.
Entering Purgatory two years ago, Xie Bing stipulated that the strength that must be achieved was the eighth-level deity, and it took Xie Bing only one and a half years to cultivate to the eighth-level deity in this Tianshan Mountain, and he was officially equipped to accept Tianshan Purgatory. Qualification for the final challenge.
The target of Xie Bing's challenge is... herself.
In the past six months, Xie Bing kept challenging himself, was beaten seriously, kept recovering in the bipolar lake, and then continued to challenge.
Today's battle is already Xie Bing's hundredth challenge.
Xie Bing clenched his fist tightly, and after being knocked into the air again and spit out a mouthful of blood, he saw the figure approaching, saw the hundredth challenge about to fail again, saw...
Unwilling! Unwilling!
The blood in the fist continued to flow from the clenched palm.
The tightly closed black eyes are full of unyielding, full of anger, full of unwillingness!
"Ah... ah!"
A Jedi's roar, the Jedi's roar came from Xie Bing's mouth.
cannot! enough! One hundred challenges, one hundred being severely injured, one hundred failures!
enough! Really enough!
With one hand propped on the ground, the white dress had already been stained red with blood, and she stood up.
Stand up and keep going!
Unable to stand up with one hand, two hands together.
One leg can't support her whole body, two legs support her together!
After a desperate roar, Xie Bing... stood up!
"If I don't defeat you today, I, Jun Xie Bing, swear I will not be a human being!" Every time I say a word, it seems that I will use up the little bit of strength left in Xie Bing's body.
One punch, two punches, one palm, two palms.
There are two overlapping and criss-crossed silhouettes, and it has long been difficult to tell which one is real and which one is fake.
Blood, sprayed.
Yipiao, flying.
"Why bother, why bother, let go of the obsession in your heart? Let go of everything and you can defeat her. Let go of everything."
A seductive voice kept ringing in Xie Bing's mind, constantly tempting Xie Bing to let go of everything, let go of her obsession with finding relatives, brothers and sisters.
"Let go? How much did they pay for me? How do I let go? Grandma and grandma, how do I let go? Do I let go of my obsession to find them? Dreaming!"
Holding her body up, Xie Bing smiled sarcastically. It turned out that the self she was about to defeat in front of her was the obsession in her heart.
give up? impossible! Never possible!
Seeing the figure with the same sarcasm in front of him, Xie Bing closed his eyes, and when he opened them again, his black eyes turned blood-colored.
Combining the remaining soul power with the last physical strength in her body, Xie Bing delivered her final blow!
It is also her most powerful blow so far!
"Fen Tian's third form... Extinguish!"
A sure blow! A blow that kills in seconds!
Xie Bing, whose strength has reached the level of a god, has already practiced the Guiyuan Art to the third level, and the Burning Art has also practiced to the third form, and the continuous beating for half a year has even cultivated the Body Refining Art to the earth level! At this time, Xie Bing's physical strength was comparable to that of Xiao Zi's purple gold dragon!
The devastating blow landed on the figure's body!
It was too late to see whether this move succeeded in defeating the figure, Xie Bing had already lost his strength and fell to the ground, unconscious.
Xie Bing was in a coma for two full months.
The wound is repairing autonomously, the soul power is constantly growing, and the body is constantly strengthening.
"Hey... girl, you succeeded."
Xie Bing, who had been in a coma for two months, opened her eyes after waking up, and the first thing she heard was that she had succeeded.
The familiar voice made Xie Bing's originally confused pupils gradually clear.
"Master." Looking at the smiling white-bearded old man in front of him, Xie Bing smiled and shouted.
The old man sighed, stretched out his hand and patted Xie Bing's head, and said helplessly: "You girl, your soul power is already empty, why do you still have to fight hard? You failed a hundred times, and you still have a hundred and one more times." .”
Xie Bing felt the pain gradually coming from his body, and he knew how many injuries he had accumulated in the past six months, but facing Master's words, Xie Bing smiled and shook his head: "Master, I still have a lot of things to do. My family and friends are still waiting for me, and I can't let myself be trapped by 'myself'."
"You girl..." The old man smiled helplessly, that's all.
"Master, where am I?" Xie Bing looked at the suspected thatched house in front of him, and looked at the white-bearded old man with some doubts.
"Tianshan." The old man stroked his beard and said with a smile, why didn't this girl ask him why he appeared
"Master, I succeeded, so can I see Yemu and Yanlong now?" Xie Bing still remembered what Uncle Yu said back then, as long as she got out of purgatory, she would be able to see Yemu and Yanlong.
The white-bearded old man glared at Xie Bing with some resentment: "You little heartless girl, Master, I have taken care of you for two months anyway, and I will look for those two brats as soon as I wake up."
Xie Bing wanted to touch his nose, but before he could move his hand, he grinned in pain.
"You, I really don't know how you used that last trick. You broke your hands and feet and stood up forcibly. You girl didn't want these limbs at that time, did you?" The old man gave Xie Bing a glance, and said fiercely , but the soul power gathered in Xie Bing's wrist was healing.
Xie Bing smiled at his master: "Master is the best. It doesn't hurt anymore."
One sentence doesn't hurt anymore, but the simple three words made the old man's eyes red. For half a year, for the whole half year, as long as Xie Bing's health is a little better, he will continue to challenge.
In the past six months, her hands and feet have been broken countless times; in the past six months, her soul power has dried up countless times; in the past six months, does this girl know how many internal injuries she has accumulated in her body
(end of this chapter)