Immortality starts from the liver proficiency

Chapter 213: Minor Success in the Thousand-Force Mountain-Shaking Hammer Technique
He was horrified and broke seven floor tiles when he retreated violently, but saw Xu Yunfan following him like a shadow, and his third mace "Star Pointing Style" had already pierced his forehead.

At the critical moment of life and death, the True Blood General bit his tongue and spurted out a blood arrow.

The protective energy activated by burning his own essence and blood condensed into a wolf head, but it collapsed the moment the tip of the mace touched it.

When the gilded mace pierced his skull, nine dragon patterns simultaneously burst into blazing light, burning the true blood emanating from his body into green smoke.

"No more than three maces."

Feeling the strength in his body rapidly being consumed, Xu Yunfan flicked his wrist to shake off the blood stains on the mace, and the gilded mace suddenly let out a deafening dragon roar.

The magic weapon seemed to be unsatisfied and it led him to perform the fourth move "Flipping the River".

The shadow of the mace turned into a hundred-foot-long flaming wave, sweeping the remaining body of the True Blood General into the air.

The true horror of the Nine Profound Dragon Mace Technique was revealed at this moment.

When the fifth mace "Earth-Splitting Style" smashed the remaining body into the rock layer, six pillars of magma and fire erupted.

The Sixth Mace...

The Seventh Mace...

When the eighth mace "Meteoric Sun" fell from the sky, the black-armored soldiers watching the battle knelt down in large numbers.

They watched helplessly as the remaining body of their commander was vaporized under the blade of the mace. The burning gilded mace seemed to be drawing fire from the sky, and as it swayed, it looked like flowing lava, illuminating the battlefield as bright as day.

"Ninth Mace"

Xu Yunfan crushed the lava under his feet, and the nine dragon patterns on the gilded mace suddenly flew out of the mace.

"Return to Yuan."

The red-gold edge of the nine dragons merged into one pierced through the sky.

The main peak of Shenbing Ridge, which had already been cut in half, was pierced by this mace light, leaving a big hole. The last trace of General Zhenxue's existence, along with the elite Daqian and Luowang masters in the entire Shenbing Valley, were all annihilated in the burning flames.

The disciples of Shenbingling who saw this scene were all silent and dazed.

Even Zhan Yan opened his mouth wide, his jaw almost dislocated, and looked shocked.

I never thought that there would be a magical weapon in the black steel casing that Xu Yunfan had been carrying.

"This is... the art of concealing one's energy and absorbing it!"

How could Zhan Yan not understand that Xu Yunfan had quietly mastered the Tiangong forging technique to a higher level than he did, and had even created his own method of concealing the secrets and absorbing the energy.

When Xu Yunfan put the mace back into the receiver, the nine dragon patterns dimmed again.

He also quickly exited the Linzi state. By now, he had far exceeded his previous capacity. His body was covered with cracked crimson bloodstains. The aches and pains in his muscles and tendons made him feel uncomfortable, and the power of the Red Dragon was also exerted.

"You have successfully defeated a formidable foe. Your proficiency in the Thousand-Force Shaking Mountain Hammer technique has been significantly improved."

"You have mastered the Thousand-Force Mountain-Shaking Hammer technique."

'Thousand-pound Mountain-shaking Hammer Technique, 0/1000 (Minor Success)'

As this information appeared in his field of vision, a large amount of warm current suddenly burst out from his body and began to rapidly strengthen his body. His originally broken left arm began to recover quickly, and his muscles, bones, skin, blood and flesh began to change dramatically.

There was a sound like frying beans popping from the broken bone of his left arm.

The broken ulna was wrapped and reorganized by a golden-red substance. The surface of the new bone had a golden and jade-like luster, and when the joint turned, it made a sound like wind and thunder.

The body of the Black Steel Hundred Forged was constantly beating, and the skin was glowing with the cold light of meteorite iron. What seeped out of the pores was no longer sweat, but tiny golden sparks, spewing out from the pores.

Xu Yunfan's spine cracked like a bowstring, and the twenty-four vertebrae of the dragon-like spine successively pushed forward the Red Flood Dragon's Coiling Mountain Force. The originally knotted texture transformed into a streamlined dragon pattern, and the spiral patterns unique to the Red Flood Dragon's Coiling Mountain Force appeared as the muscle bundles relaxed. Chi Chi Chi!
As waves of teeth-grinding cracking sounds came from his body, Xu Yunfan's body was forcibly raised several inches. His muscles relaxed, swelled, and then continued to relax. As his muscles continued to tighten and became as solid as forged steel, his huge body, which was originally more than two meters long, was forcibly condensed to 1.89 meters.

The surging memories in the sea of ​​consciousness were like a river bursting its banks, and the eighteen hammer moves of the Qianjun Mountain-Shaking Hammer Technique were disassembled and reassembled in an instant.

When Xu Yunfan closed his eyes, he could clearly see the hammer techniques that were originally continuing. Now, they were all transformed into the tremors of muscle memory awakening. There was no gap between the hammer handle and the palm, and there was no delay between the hammer head and his mind. The eighteen hammer paths were completely integrated into his body and became instinct.

The hidden injuries of the black steel body were all healed in nirvana.

The membrane of the horizontal training was emitting a cold glow like a meteorite, and the faint golden lines that appeared at the intersection of the muscles and tendons of the thirty-six major acupoints were connected end to end. Even the perineum and Yongquan points that had been deliberately concealed in the past were now integrated into one.

The seven weak points that Zhan Yan had tested with the bone-piercing nails were now moving around his body with his breathing.

The dragon roar of the red dragon coiling around the mountain burst out from deep in the bone marrow.

The red dragon phantom that was originally lurking in the dantian has grown two horns and is churning among the flesh and blood as the blood and qi surge.

Xu Yunfan flicked his fingers lightly, and the force burst out. A crisp sound was heard in the air, and the crimson-purple bloodstains on his body quickly disappeared.

He stepped across the glazed battlefield, and the residual heat of the gilded mace evaporated the blood into red mist.

"..."

In a pool of blood, Zhan Yan struggled to raise half of his body.

The heat waves rising from the scorched earth distorted his vision. Zhan Yan leaned his body against the iron mound made of broken spears, his gray and white beard stained with blood.

This old man, who had been worried about the inheritance of Shenbingling all his life, had a hissing sound in his chest like a broken bellows, and every laugh shook off the rust.

"Good! Good!"

The laughter suddenly turned into a choking cough, and dark red blood clots hit the glassy ground, mixed with ice-like broken light.

The old man's cloudy eyes suddenly became clear as lightning, and his fingers like dead branches dug into the ground tightly.

"The divine weapon hasn't recognized its master yet... ahem... you're quite impressive, kid. I wonder what method you used to temporarily control it..."

He naturally saw that the magic mace in Xu Yunfan's hand did not recognize its master, but was controlled by Xu Yunfan using some unknown method.

"Master, please stop talking."

When Xu Yunfan walked up to Zhan Yan and knelt on one knee, the melted glass on the sole of his boot made a crackling sound.

Only then did he see clearly the extent of his master's injuries. The knotted muscles that should have been bulging were now cracked like a dry riverbed, and the edges of each wound were a strange white.

This is, the blood has dried up and the flesh is no longer rosy.

Zhan Yan is almost at the end of his rope.

Looking at Xu Yunfan's anxious and somewhat helpless expression.

"Save your energy." Zhan Yan suddenly raised his hand and used the last of his strength to push the disciple away. He flipped over and his back hit the broken wall heavily.

His broken body creaked under the weight, but he paid no attention to it. Instead, a smile of satisfaction appeared on his lips: "I have finally taught a disciple who has achieved success. Finally, my ancestors have given their due."

"..."

Although I knew that this old man had a hot temper, I didn't expect him to be so hot.

Xu Yunfan glanced around and confirmed that the people from Shenbingling were far away. He then pushed the receiver behind his waist up to his chest, snapped his fingers, and popped a small hole in the black steel receiver, then tapped it a few times with his fingers.

Shenwa couldn't bear the beating, and his head popped out, screaming and cursing at Xu Yunfan.

(End of this chapter)