Dew ice condenses water into ice, but it cannot create water out of thin air. The water source is fundamentally decisive to the effect of this supernatural power.?

No environment is more conducive to the dew ice development than at this moment. Heavy rains, endless water sources are endless.

The Yi Yi that Zong Zhenghao had just captured was abandoned by him casually. He had such wasted capital.

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

The raindrops fell and hit his palms, and when they splashed, they turned into ice beads of large and small.

Zong Zhenghao kept this position without moving, but the splashed ice beads flew towards Lu Ping as if they had eyes.

Some flew fast, some flew slowly, some hid behind some, and some collided accidentally during flight. Zong Zhenghao did not control it carefully at all. With the heavy rain as a backing, do you still care about these details? The dense ice beads, like a silver dragon, flew straight towards Luping.

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

"Who?" Lu Ping replied with a word in confusion.

Step forward, swing your fist!

The fist passes through the rain, and the rain falls, hits the hand and wrist, making a ticking sound. The fist end breaks through the air, and there is a sharp chirping sound.

This sound!

Zong Zhenghao's three souls are connected, and one of them is Mingzhishen, so he naturally has to be more sensitive to Mingzhishen. He quickly noticed the Mingzhishen contained in Lu Ping's punch. This is not a punch, but a lot of fists, arms, wrists, constantly vibrating at very fast and very subtle amplitudes, just like the vibration of sound spreading.

The soul of the sound is connected!

The absolute sound of soul is connected, and only the state of mind can it be possible to use the power of soul to this extent. In the first to sixth level of the perception realm, the power of soul is mostly to strengthen the original eye power, hearing and other basic qualities of the practitioner.

At this point, Zong Zhenghao finally got some information about Lu Ping, but then a louder sound came.

The ice beads shattered.

It was like countless punches hitting, and countless ice beads shattered in an instant. The sounds gathered together in this way were like the sounds of raindrops falling to the ground one after another.

The sound is continuing, conveying, spreading, breaking down new ice beads!

Zong Zhenghao's slutiness changed.

You should know that every ice bead shatters is a sound. Even if the time is not different, the two sounds sound together, they are still two sounds. Lu Ping actually injected the Soul of the Sword into almost every broken sound in an instant. What speed is this?

Zong Zhenghao finally truly understood the terrible aspects of Lu Ping.

speed!

It is not the speed of any movement seen by ordinary people. Zong Zhenghao noticed Lu Ping's inner speed and the speed of the power of soul. This is the reason why Lu Ping's external manifestation, including the ability to listen to soul, is ultimately the reason.

How can this speed be achieved?

Zong Zhenghao is not only sure that he can't do it. In his perception, no one can do this.

What kind of monster is this Lu Ping?

The attack did not stop, but at this time Zong Zhenghao only thought that the rain was not heavy enough, and that the raindrops fell on his palm were not too many and not dense enough. Compared with the super-high-speed infusion of Lu Pingming's soul, the rain was really too slow, too slow, so that the attack he issued could not keep up with the speed of Lu Ping's defeat.

The silver dragon formed by the ice beads is shortening, and the distance between the smooth road and him is narrowing.

Zong Zhenghao was no longer as calm as before, but then the rain turned them into ice and popped out. His hands were dancing quickly, absorbing the rain falling in the air to the greatest extent, creating a intensive offensive to the greatest extent.

However, it was not enough, and it was not enough. He no longer dared to do his best to this extent at all. His attack could not suppress Lu Ping, and the ice beads he shot were still completely destroyed.

More, faster!

Zong Zhenghao jumped up, and the splashes he had stepped on with his feet were also taken to his hands and used. The general inspector of the General Administration of the Court, Zong Zhenghao, who was calm and calm at any time, was finally forced to this point. He danced like a clown, just to get more points in the water in the sky and underground.

Although the demeanor is ugly, it is really useful. The splashes on the ground greatly enhance the power of the dew ice, and the silver dragon formed by the ice beads suddenly became brighter.

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

He has been judging Zong Zhenghao's attack with Tingpo. Without Tingpo, his attack could not be so accurate based on speed alone.

But Zong Zhenghao's attack was uninterrupted, and in a large number, Lu Ping's listening to the soul had been in a very difficult state. He had not been able to make a complete judgment, but he had probably finally resisted it all. But now, he had to analyze and identify the power of the soul. In just a moment, Lu Ping felt that his mind was completely messed up. The sound of so many sounds of the power of the soul were heard, making him feel a tingling pain in his head.

He could no longer distinguish every sound, and could no longer distinguish the coming of the power of soul.

Zong Zhenghao didn't know Lu Ping's ability, but his special attacks forced Lu Ping's listening to the pot.

There were bright ice beads flying in front of me. The way and speed that I could have 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 swung his fist. He could not judge his opponent, but could only do himself to the extreme. With his serious injuries on his body, he could not support him for a long time. Win, defeat, life and death were the only one to do.

Lu Ping punched, and he thoughtfully punched. But the Tingpo did not stop. The Tingpo was the only Tingpo power he could obtain purely, with the greatest power. However, the way he obtained was the rhythm he learned from Yun Chong, and this rhythm would naturally produce the Tingpo effect...

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

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

Punch!

The fist wind is fierce.

Lu Ping is a few steps away from Zong Zhenghao. If he wants to hit Zhong Zong Zhenghao with this punch, he has to at least get closer to these steps.

What came towards me was an ice bead that flew in like a silver dragon. Lu Ping rushed forward, his fist knocked away the air, the rain, and finally, he bumped into the ice bead that looked like a silver dragon.

Ice beads crushed!

However, only the part that was hit by the fist, but immediately starting from the fist, it seemed like a ray, the ice beads were shattering, the rain falling into it was shattering, and even the air was shattering.

What's this?

Zong Zhenghao widened his eyes. He saw that the broken piece of ice beads was connected to his hands that shot out the ice beads at a faster speed than the one he shot out, as if someone suddenly drew a line, a broken line.

The ice beads were broken, the raindrops were broken, and the air was broken.

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

This is not the end. The brokenness spread along Zong Zhenghao's hands to his arms and shoulders, and up to his head. Zong Zhenghao's hair suddenly broke countless times and drifted in the wind and rain. When it was down to his feet, the rain around his feet suddenly rippled in circles, rippling evenly around. Then with a "click", the ripples were destroyed, and the stone slabs under Zong Zhenghao's feet were cracked like spider webs.

"Mingzhi Soul?" The ice beads flying out of Zong Zhenghao's hand had stopped. He stared at Lu Ping with his eyes straight. The only thing that could be confirmed was the power of the soul that spread throughout the journey, the soul of the mind.

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Chapter completed!