Chapter 216

Dew ice, condensed water into ice, but it can't make water out of thin air. Water source is fundamentally decisive to the effect of this power.

No environment is more conducive to dew ice than at this moment. Pouring rain, endless water, inexhaustible.

Zong Zhenghao just grabbed a hand of ice, which was casually discarded by him. He has such a waste of capital.

He spread his hands again, and a mist formed on his hands.

The raindrops fell and knocked on his palm. When they broke, they had become large and small ice beads.

Zong Zhenghao kept this posture and didn't move, but the splashed ice beads seemed to have eyes and flew to Lu Ping.

Some fly fast, some fly slowly, some hide behind, and some accidentally collide in flight. Zong Zhenghao didn't control it carefully at all. Backed by the heavy rain, do you still care about these details? Dense ice beads, like a silver dragon, fly straight to Lu Ping.

"Die!" Zong Zhenghao said a word with confidence and certainty.

"Who?" Lu Ping replied with a puzzled word.

Step, move forward, punch!

The fist passes through the rain. The rain falls and hits the hand and wrist. It makes a ticking sound. The end of the fist is broken and there is a sharp cry.

The sound!

Zong Zhenghao's three spirits are connected. One of them is the spirit of Ming. Naturally, the perception of Yu's spirit of Ming should be more acute. He quickly noticed the spirit of roaring contained in Lu Ping's fist. This is not a punch, this is a lot of punches. The arms and wrists vibrate continuously in a very fast and very small amplitude, just like the vibration propagation of sound.

The soul of Ming runs through!

The absolute soul of Ming is connected. Only through the environment can we use the power of soul to this extent. In the first to sixth heaven of perception, the power of soul is mostly to strengthen the practitioners' original basic qualities such as eyesight, hearing and so on.

At this point, Zong Zhenghao finally had some information about Lu Ping, but then a bigger voice came.

The ice beads broke.

It was like countless punches of one punch, and I don't know how many ice beads broke in this moment. The sound so gathered together is like the sound of raindrops falling one after another.

The sound is continuing, transmitting, spreading and breaking new ice beads!

Zong Zhenghao turned pale.

You should know that every ice bead breaking is a sound. Even if the time is not different, the two sounds sound together, it is still two sounds. Lu Ping poured the spirit of Ming into almost every broken sound in an instant. What kind of speed is this?

Zong Zhenghao finally realized the horror of Lu Ping.

Speed!

It was not the speed of any action that ordinary people saw. Zong Zhenghao noticed the internal speed of Lu Ping and the speed of the operation of soul power. This is the final reason for Lu Ping's external performance, including his ability to listen to the soul.

How can this speed be achieved?

Zong Zhenghao is not only sure that he can't do it, but in his cognition, no one can do it.

What kind of monster is this Lu Ping?

The attack did not stop, but Zong Zhenghao felt that the rain was not big enough and that the raindrops on his palm were not dense enough. Compared with the super-high-speed perfusion of Lu pingming's soul, the rain is really too slow, too slow, so that his attack can't keep up with the speed broken by Lu pingming.

The silver dragon formed by ice beads is shortening, and the distance between Lu Ping and him is shrinking.

Zong Zhenghao had not moved as calmly as before, but then the rain melted them into ice and popped them out. His hands danced rapidly, absorbing the rain falling from the air to the greatest extent, and creating a dense offensive to the greatest extent.

However, not enough, not enough. He did not dare to do his best to this extent. His attack could not suppress Lu Ping, and all the ice beads he played were broken.

More, faster!

Zong Zhenghao jumped up, and the splashes he stepped on with his feet were caught and used by him desperately. Zong Zhenghao, the chief inspector of the tangtangyuan supervisory committee, was calm and calm at any time. He was finally forced to this point. He danced like a clown just to get more points for the water in the sky and underground.

Although the appearance is very ugly, it is really effective. The water spray on the ground greatly strengthens the power of dew ice, and the silver dragon formed by the collection of ice beads suddenly becomes brighter.

But for Lu Ping, the strongest feeling is noise. It's too noisy.

He has been judging Zong Zhenghao's attack with his aura. Without aura, his attack can't be so accurate only by speed.

However, Zong Zhenghao's attacks are uninterrupted, and there are a large number of them. Lu Ping's listening spirit has always been in a very difficult state. Originally, he has not been able to fully judge, but he has probably resisted them all. But now, he needed to analyze and identify more soul power. In a moment, Lu Ping felt that his mind had been completely disordered. The sound of so many soul power flowing together made him feel a tingling pain in his head.

He could no longer distinguish every voice, and could no longer distinguish the attack of soul power anywhere.

Zong Zhenghao doesn't know Lu Ping's ability to listen to the soul, but the particularity of his attack forcibly breaks Lu Ping's listening soul.

There were bright ice beads flying in front of us. The origin and speed that could have been clearly judged were completely lost at this moment.

If you can't judge, you can only punch like this.

Lu Ping raised his hand and punched. Can not judge the opponent, can only do their best. With a serious injury on his body, he could not support for a long time. It was in one fell swoop to win or lose life and death.

Lu Ping punches with all his heart. However, listening to the soul did not stop. The soul of Ming was the only soul power he could obtain, and it was the most powerful. However, the way he obtains it is the rhythm learned from yunchong, and this rhythm will naturally produce the effect of listening to the soul

The soul is still there, but Lu Ping's mind is no longer on those voices. He has only this fist in his heart, which determines the success or failure and the life and death of him and Su Tang.

As long as he hasn't fallen, he will never give up the hope of living!

Punch!

The fist wind is sharp.

Lu Ping is still a few steps away from Zong Zhenghao. If he wants to hit Zong Zhenghao with this punch, he must at least be close to these steps.

What's coming in the face is the ice beads flying like a silver dragon. Lu Ping rushed forward. His fist broke the air and the rain. Finally, he hit the ice beads like a silver dragon.

Ice beads broken!

However, it is only limited to the part hit by the fist, but it starts from the end of the fist, like a ray. The ice beads are breaking, the rain falling into them is breaking, and even the air is breaking.

what is it?

Zong Zhenghao's eyes widened. He saw that the broken ice bead was faster than the ice bead he shot. It was as if someone had suddenly drawn a line, the broken line.

The ice beads are broken, the raindrops are broken, and the air is broken.

The connection was connected to Zong Zhenghao's hands, so his hands were broken.

This is not the end. The breakage spread along Zong Zhenghao's hands to his arms and shoulders, up to his head. Zong Zhenghao's hair was suddenly broken and scattered in the wind and rain; Down to his feet, the rain around his feet suddenly rippled in circles, evenly rippling around, followed by a "click", the ripple was damaged, and the slate under Zong Zhenghao's feet had been covered with cracks like a cobweb.

"The spirit of singing?" The ice beads flying out of Zong Zhenghao's hands have stopped. He stared at Lu Ping with both eyes. The only thing that can be confirmed is the soul power spread all the way, the soul of sound.

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I'm going away again