What If I Can’t Die?

"Heaven and earth are righteous, everything is invincible, but it can't be broken quickly. The turtle shells you piled up are useless. Aren't they destined to be broken by my sword?"

He Changqing, who was full of pretentiousness, stepped up, obviously exhausted and panting violently, sweating profusely, and deliberately smoothed his hair, and straightened his back.

Xuan Buzheng turned his head and said expressionlessly: "But I was a step too late, and it is destined that your sharpness will still be close to breaking through my defense."

Song Shi wanted to laugh when he heard that, the two were attacking and defending, they happened to be natural enemies.

He Changqing frowned and dismissed it dismissively: "I just don't want to climb up like someone crawling like a dog."

Song Shi said that he saw the sparks from the eyes of the two, colliding violently in the void.

The two didn't fight in the end, because they were too tired, how could they have the strength to fight?

He Changqing glanced at Song Shi, sat on the ground smiling and clasped his fists: "He was mistaken before, brother Song is really good."

"I also think I'm great."

Song Shi nodded. He couldn't be polite when talking to this guy. If he had to pretend to be aggressive, he had to pretend to be aggressive, otherwise he would be pretended to go away by the other party.

He Changqing felt that he was choked, it was the first time he encountered such a rude person.

He glanced at Qian Wuji, "I'm too tired, let's recover for a while."

He was not in a hurry to get things, he sat cross-legged on the ground, and recovered immediately.

Having learned from the past, he did not give Song Shi a chance.

"This guy, is it necessary to guard against me? It seems that I want to grab your things."

Song Shi curled his lips. It was indeed wise for the other party to do this, because he was restricted by the rules and could no longer take the treasure, unless someone else took it, and he took advantage of it to **** it.

It can also be seen here that Qian Wuji is too arrogant, thinking that his identity is strong enough, and Song Shi dare not rob him, but he does not play cards according to Song Shi's routine.

The top of the Xianyuan platform became quiet again, and Song Shi leisurely watched the peerless magic.

Another half an hour passed, and Feng Wu, the princess from the country who had a relationship with Song Shi, came up, her dress was wet with sweat, and she stuck to her body tightly, showing off her beautiful figure~www.wuxiahere.com~ Song Shi was distracted, looked at him appreciatively, and said with a smile: "You have a really good figure, I don't know your name yet."

"Phoenix dance."

Seeing Song Shiyun's calm and breezy appearance, the woman envied, "It's good if you arrive first, sir, and there will be spiritual rain to reward you to help you recover."

Song Shi was elated by this young master's words. How long has it been since he joined the Demon Cult, and a bunch of people have been calling him an old ghost. How can there be a young master who sounds good?

"Feng Meimei's mouth is so sweet, it's much better than some mouths full of excrement, come and sit down, let's comprehend the body of Fudo Ming King together."

Song Shi smiled and patted the ground next to him.

"Sir, you are so generous. I am willing to let my concubine see this kind of magical skills."

Feng Wu pursed her lips and chuckled, walked over gracefully, and sat beside Song Shi, bringing a burst of fragrance.

Song Shi looked at Feng Wu's hot figure at close range, his skin was so rosy that it seemed to drip water, and now his pretty face was tired, I felt pity for it.

Her long eyelashes fluttered, and her beautiful eyes sparkled: "Thank you for your kindness, sir. I am a woman, so I am not suitable for practicing such domineering kung fu. Let me see."

"I'm quite suitable, Brother Song, can you show me?"

Xuan Buzheng licked his face and interrupted.

"You're ugly, don't show me."

Song Shi replied angrily, bowed his head and ignored it.

Xuan Buzheng curled his lips: "Isn't it just lustful, let the younger sister try it later."

At this moment, there were already five people on stage, reaching the average level of previous years.

Song Shi also roughly saw that among the young people of this generation, the Qianguo, Liguo, Shuiguo and Jianguo should be the strongest.

When he finished watching King Fudoming's body, no one came up again, and he had to wait for the final sprint after the next wave of recovery.

"Take it and see."

Song Shi threw the golden book to Xuan Buzheng.

The latter was surprised: "You really give it to me?"

"It's not something that can only be practiced by one person. It's okay to give it to you. It depends on whether you dare to ask for it."

Song Shi glanced at Qian Wuji, whose face was twitching, and anger appeared, with a playful look on his face.

This is also Laxuan's indisputable entry into the water, and it seems that he can't have one more helper.

Xuan Buzheng is a bit sulky, he's not bad, he's also a prince, he's enough to fight against Gan Wuji.

"Why don't you dare, I was originally interested in Fudo Myo-o."

Xuan Buzheng held it generously, "After I also cultivate it, my defense should be able to improve and become more perfect."

He Changqing's heart moved, he opened his eyes and glanced at Xuan Buzheng.

If this guy can't move the Ming King's body through cultivation, it's really hard to hurt him in the future.

He was a little tempted to ask if he wanted to borrow it to see if he didn't belong to this guy anyway.

"Remember that you owe me a favor. If you have something of the same level in the future, remember to show it to me."

Song Shi said something casually, closed his eyes and tried to cultivate the Fudo Ming King Body.

"Well, can I also owe you a favor?"

He Changqing still spoke with a cheeky face.

"Aren't you finished!"

Gan Wuji yelled, these guys don't care about his feelings, they even circulated their exercises in front of him.

"It's not over."

Song Shi replied, and said to He Changqing: "You can see, but I also want the inheritance of the sword master."

He Changqing was silent, thought for a moment, then nodded: "No problem."

Deciding to exchange inheritance with Song Shi, He Changqing no longer worried that Song Shi would **** it, got up and took the ancient sword, and began to absorb the information in it.

Feng Wu still didn't move, she didn't seem to be in a hurry.

After this time, no one came up in a short time.

The new round of shock was still over, and the other top talents sat on the steps to recover again.

It is less than a day away from the end, and they can still hit the last time.

Song Shi's mind has been immersed in Fudo Mingwang. This exercise is not only for body training, but also has powerful supernatural powers. It is a comprehensive exercise.

Fudo Myoyo is a Bodhisattva of Buddhism, with a noble status~www.wuxiahere.com~ Naturally, his Mingming's skills are not bad, and it is no problem to become a fairy Buddha along the way.

This technique is similar to the Buddhist technique, it is very difficult and slow to practice.

However, he carefully compared it with the Immortal Golden Body, and found that the Immortal Golden Body was more difficult. The latter's requirements were too high, and every realm was pursuing perfection.

Fudo Mingo puts more emphasis on the practice of Buddhism. Although he emphasizes the physical body, he pays more attention to the cultivation of the mind. He does not agree with some ideas.

He is ready to absorb part of the essence and cultivate his own supernatural powers, and he does not plan to spend too much time.

As he practiced, a circle of white light gradually appeared on his body, released from the heart, suspended behind the forehead, forming a halo, and he really looked like a Buddha for a while.

"This guy got started so quickly?"

Xuan Buzheng, who was still thinking about it, was stunned, seeing this exercise gave him a headache, and the other party found the trick after reading it once, which seemed a bit stupid.

The power in Song Shi's body was transformed into a pure and bright power, and his temperament changed drastically. If he didn't look young, he would have no problem pretending to be an eminent monk.