Heaven Awakening Path

Dew ice and condensed water form ice, but water cannot be made out of thin air. The water source is fundamentally decisive for the effect of this power.

There is no environment that is more conducive to the play of dew ice than at this moment. Poured rain, endless water sources, inexhaustible.

The hand ice that Zong Zhenghao just grabbed was discarded by him casually. He has such wasted capital.

He spread his hands again and mist formed on his face.

The raindrops fell, knocked on his palm, and became small and large ice beads when they splashed.

Zong Zhenghao remained in this position, but the splashed ice beads flew to Luping as if they had long eyes.

Some fly fast, some fly slowly, some are hidden behind, and some have accidentally collided together during the flight. Zong Zhenghao didn't control it carefully. Was it backed by the heavy rain, did he still care about these details? The dense ice beads, like a silver dragon, flew straight to Luping.

"Dead!" Zong Zhenghao said confidently and surely.

"Who?" Lu Ping returned a word puzzled and puzzled.

Step forward, forward, and punch!

The fist passed through the rain, the rain fell, and hit the hand and wrist, making a ticking sound, the fist broke, and there was a sharp chirping sound.

This sound!

Zong Zhenghao's three souls are connected, and one of them is Ming Zhi's spirit. Naturally, the perception of Ming Zhi's spirit should be more sensitive. He quickly noticed the soul of Ming in Lu Ping's fist. This is not a punch. This is a lot of punches. The arms and wrists are constantly vibrating at a very fast and very small amplitude, as if the vibration of the sound spread.

Naruto runs through!

Absolute narrative runs through. Only through the boundary can it be possible to use this level of force. From the first to the sixth level of the perception environment, the power of the spirit is mostly to strengthen the basic qualities of the practitioner's original eyesight, hearing, etc.

So far, Zong Zhenghao finally got a little information about Lu Ping. But then, a louder voice came.

The ice beads shattered.

This seems like a punch of countless punches. I don't know how many ice beads shattered in an instant. The sounds that come together in this way are like the sounds of raindrops falling all over the sky, one after another.

The sound is continuing, passing, spreading, breaking new ice beads!

Zong Zhenghao changed color.

It should be known that each ice bead is a sound, even if the time is the same, the two sounds sound together. That is still two voices. Lu Ping infused the soul of Naruto into almost every broken voice in an instant. What kind of speed is this?

Zong Zhenghao finally realized the terrible place of Lu Ping.

speed!

Not the speed of any movements seen by ordinary people, Zong Zhenghao perceives Lu Ping's internal speed, the speed of bravery. This is why Lu Ping's external performance, including listening ability, is ultimately the reason.

How can this speed be achieved?

Zong Zhenghao is not only sure that he can't do it. In his understanding, this kind of thing has never been done.

What kind of monster is this Luping?

The attack did not stop, but at this time Zong Zhenghao thought the rain was not big enough. Just think that the raindrops that fall on his palms are not enough and not dense enough. Compared to the super high-speed infusion of the soul of the road, this rain is really too slow. Too slow, so slow that his attack could not keep up with the speed of being broken by Lu Ping.

The silver dragon where Bingzhu merged was shortening, and Luping's distance with him was shrinking.

Zong Zhenghao did not move as calmly as before, but then the rain thawed them out. His hands danced fast, absorbing the rain falling in the air to the greatest extent, creating the intensive offensive to the greatest extent.

However, it was not enough, and it was not enough, he had not dared to do his best to such a degree. His attack was still unable to suppress Lu Ping, and the ice beads he shot were still broken.

More. Hurry up!

Zong Zhenghao jumped up, and the splash that his feet stomped **** was also used by him desperately. The chief inspector of the Dang Yuan Yuan. Zong Zhenghao, who was calm and calm at any time, was finally forced to such a point. He danced like a clown, only for the water in the sky and underground, he could get more points.

Although the manner is ugly, it really works. The water splashed on the ground greatly strengthened the power of dew ice, and the silver dragon gathered by the ice beads suddenly became brighter.

But for Lu Ping, the strongest feeling is noisy, it is too noisy.

He has been using Zongzheng to judge Zong Zhenghao's attack. Without Zingzheng, his attack cannot be so accurate with speed alone.

However, Zong Zhenghao's attack was uninterrupted, and in large numbers, Lu Ping's listening spirit had always been in a very difficult state. He hadn't been able to completely judge it, but he could resist it by virtue of the final analysis. But now, he needs to analyze and identify the power of the spirit more, just a moment, Lu Ping feels that his mind has been completely messed up. The sound of so many power flowing sounds together, making him feel a tingling in his head.

He couldn't distinguish every voice anymore, he couldn't distinguish any striking force.

Zong Zhenghao didn't know Lu Ping's ability to listen to the soul, but the particularity of his attack, but he squeezed out Lu Ping's hearing.

Bright ice beads were flying in front of me. The way and speed that could have been clearly judged were completely lost at this moment.

Unable to judge, then you can only punch like this.

Lu Ping raised his hand and punched. Unable to judge the opponent, you can only do it to the extreme. With a serious injury on his body, he could not support it for a long time, and he won or lost his life and death.

Luping punched, punching with a heart. But listening to the soul did not stop. Naiming Soul was the only force he could obtain purely, with the greatest power. However, the way he acquired it was the rhythm learned from Yun Chong, and this rhythm will naturally produce a listening effect ...

The soul of hearing is still there, but Lu Ping's mind is no longer in those voices. He has only one punch in his heart, which decides the success or failure, and decides the punch of his life and death with Su Tang.

As long as he has not fallen, he will never give up hope of living!

Punch!

The fist is lingering.

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

Oncoming is the ice beads that generally come from Silver Dragon. Lu Ping rushed forward, his fist slammed into the air, slammed into the rain, and finally hit the ice-like silver dragon.

Broken ice beads!

However, it was limited to the part hit by the fist, but followed by the fist as the starting point, as if a ray, the ice beads were cracking, the rain falling into it was cracking, and even the air was cracking With.

what is this?

Zong Zhenghao's eyes widened ~ www.wuxiaspot.com ~ He saw that this fragment had been connected to his hands shooting ice beads at a faster speed than the ice beads he shot, as if someone had suddenly painted like this A line, a broken line.

The ice beads broke, the raindrops broke, and the air broke.

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

This is not the end. Broken along Zong Zhenghao's hands spread to his arms and shoulders, and up to the head, Zong Zhenghao's hair suddenly broke countless, drifting in the wind and rain; down to his feet, the rain around his feet, Suddenly, there was a circle of ripples, evenly rippling around, followed by a click, the ripples were destroyed, and the stone slabs stepped on Zong Zhenghao's feet were covered with cracks like a spider web.

"Ming's Soul?" The ice beads flying out of Zong Zhenghao's hands had stopped. He stared at Lu Ping with his eyes straight. The only thing that could be confirmed was that the force of the Soul spreading along the way was Ming Zhi. soul.

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Going far again ... (to be continued) ()