Chapter 867

"So strong!"

Xia Ping was shocked, he actually saw that in an instant, there were a thousand fists blasted by the phantom of the saint, crushing mountains and seas, making people unable to breathe.

The mid-air is covered with dense fist marks, condensed into substance, like an army of thousands of people rushing towards them, it seems that they want to completely crush them 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's phantom was still suppressed to the same level of cultivation as his own. It is estimated that in the Yunxiao Realm, even the master of the seventh heaven would be beaten to death with a single punch.

In fact, this isn't such a subtle move, it's just because Saint Phantom's move is too fast, a thousand punches per second, it creates such a terrifying power and power, it's so ferocious.

Beiming body protection skill!

Xia Ping made a move immediately, turned his hands into circles, and performed the Beiming body protection skill, a Kunpeng jumped out of the air in an instant, wrapping his body.

bang bang bang! !

The fist marks came instantly, and the power of each punch was horrifyingly terrifying. It was as if mountains were crushed, extremely heavy, and the strength of the fists was concentrated to the extreme, oppressing to the limit.

"How can it be?!"

Xia Ping's pupils contracted, because he found that even though his Beiming body protection skill was extremely defensive, it was almost impossible to defuse this condensed punch.

Because each punch seems to have a powerful spiral force, and this force is constantly rotating, even if it is Beiming's body protection skill, it is difficult to resolve it.

Even if he dispelled the power of one punch, how could he dispel it so quickly if thousands of punches came at the same time? This simply surpassed the current limit of Beiming's body protection skills!

Immediately, such a fist shook his blood and blood, and his body was in a state of numbness, and even his body felt severe pain.

The frightening force of the fist produced a spiral, constantly penetrating into his lungs, trying to severely damage his body.

"This is the phantom of the saint? It's too strong."

Originally, Xia Ping thought that he was in the fourth level of grand masters and could easily defeat the grand masters of the same level, but facing this phantom of a saint whose strength was exactly the same as his own, he was beaten helplessly and completely suppressed.

The strength of the opponent is not superior to his own, and the speed is only about equal, but the boxing technique of Saint Xuying is so exquisite, it is almost natural, and it is easy to use.

This kind of martial arts has reached the Dao realm, which is the realm of mystery and mystery.

It was as if his every move was within the opponent's expectation, and any random punch would hit the place where there was a flaw in the movement of his moves, making him extremely uncomfortable, as if he was being restrained everywhere.

Even defensive qigong such as Beiming body protection qigong, in front of the sage's boxing method, is uncomfortable everywhere. He was beaten so much that his blood was rolling, his body was invaded by the spiral force, and his whole body was bruised.

boom!

Saint Phantom punched Xia Ping in the forehead in an instant, blasting his whole body away, throwing him hundreds of meters away, rolling like a football.

"Come again!"

Xia Ping's eyes showed raging fire. He stood up like a carp, and immediately jumped up from the ground. He was still alive and well, and he was not defeated by a punch.

Because his body is too strong, he has practiced the Pure Yang Immortality Art, forged his body with the essence of the sun, and he has the blood of the Golden Crow from Hell, which constantly allows his body to evolve.

Recently, I have practiced Yinxing Jue, which absorbs the power of Zhoutian and stars, and merges with the energy of Pure Yang Immortality Jue.

If one cultivates the Yinxing Jue to the level of great achievement, it is estimated that one can condense the body of a star, which is a body that cannot be destroyed by a star destroyer. Even if a person is in the vacuum of the universe, he can survive.

A mere punch would not be able to defeat him completely.

bang bang bang! !

Saint Phantom has no emotions, it is just an energy puppet, and its mission is to knock down the students participating in the assessment. As long as the students don't fall down and don't choose to admit defeat, they will keep fighting.

It punches like the wind, and it hits the past with one punch, as if mountains fell to the ground from the starry sky outside the territory.

Moreover, it is not a human being, but an energy puppet, so it is not in a state of power failure like a human being. The power of each punch is the same, with incomparable precision, just like a machine.

"Do not move Tathagata palm!"

Xia Ping counterattacked, and slapped it away with one palm, just like a Buddha, slapping out the taste of immovable Tathagata, the whole body exudes golden Buddha light, containing the breath of my Buddha's compassion.

It was as if this palm wanted to subdue the demons and force the demons to put down their butcher knives and turn around.

Boom!

But the phantom of the saint is just a punch, without emotion, the inhumanity of heaven treats all things as dogs, this is a ruthless fist, the fist of heaven, it seems to contain the artistic conception of being in harmony with the Tao.

In an instant, the power of Xia Ping's palm was shattered, and the vigor shook.

Myriad Beast Fist!

Tianlong octave!

Four Seasons Swordsmanship!

No clapping!

Almost all the martial arts on Xia Ping's body were used, but they were all easily deciphered by Saint Xu Ying, as if he had seen through the various flaws in his boxing moves.

Even if there was a punch on the phantom of the saint, it was resisted by the phantom of the saint without any damage.

It's not that these martial arts are not strong enough, it's just that he is too weak now to display the true power of such martial arts.

"too strong."

Xia Ping felt that the martial art of this sage phantom was as vast and unfathomable as the ocean, and the mountains stood tall. This was already another realm of martial arts, 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 the gap is unknown.

"No, even if it attacks the saint's phantom, the destructive power is not enough, and it can't defeat the saint's phantom." Xia Ping's eyes flickered, looking for an opportunity to defeat the saint's phantom.

Although Saint Xuying beat him badly, but because of the existence of Beiming's body protection skill, he was still invincible, and all his fist strength was defended.

The saint phantom cannot defeat himself, nor can he defeat the opponent.

The battle is at a stalemate.

Boom!

I don't know how long it took, Xia Ping was sweating profusely and panting, the phantom of the saint punched his body, and the terrifying spiral force erupted in his body, knocking him flying hundreds of meters.

The vigor of these spirals is terrifying to the point of being a mess, spinning crazily and penetrating the lungs.

If he was in a real body now, it is estimated that this punch would make him vomit blood and hurt his lungs.

"It's such a strong spiral energy. There are such terrifying martial arts skills in the world. With one punch, it's like a mountain, like a whirlpool. There's nowhere to escape. Any body-protecting qigong is blown to pieces!"

Xia Ping's eyes showed a gleam, and he became more and more courageous as he fought more and more. He felt that he had caught a trace of Saint Xuying's boxing tricks. If he could learn the essence of Saint Xuying's boxing techniques and master the terrifying spiral energy skills, let his own The soaring destructive power can defeat this phantom of the saint.