Global catastrophe: My martial arts practice automatically

If the string is too tight, it will break easily.

Therefore, Lu Chong did not force it, but when he felt the limit again, he chose to rest temporarily.

Will is not a visible and sensible body or energy, but it can also be adapted through the precipitation of time.

Lu Chong had to adapt himself to this intensity of willpower pressure before moving on.

However, his solitary rest did not last long before he was interrupted by an unexpected person.

"Does this Taoist brother dare to fight with me? A battle of life and death."

An initiate who was hundreds of meters in front of Lu Chong looked at Lu Chong with a ferocious expression, and said with a hint of madness in his voice.

Seeing the other party's state, Lu Chong frowned secretly, but on the surface he said calmly: "If you're not interested, you'd better hire someone else."

This is a life and death challenge. Lu Chong does not want to participate in this kind of unprovoked battle at this stage, and it must still be a life and death battle.

Along the way, he has seen people unable to withstand the pressure on the Tongxuan Road, or unable to break through, and start to challenge others.

This can be regarded as two roads running in parallel, trying to find another way.

But Lu Chong doesn't want to take this road yet, because he feels that he can still break through the limit, so why bother to rely on the help of others?

The most important thing is that the provocative person in front of him is not enough to bring pressure to Lu Chong, so such a challenge is of little significance to him and cannot serve as a life and death challenge at all.

"Now that we have embarked on this road of no return, it is not a choice for you or me."

Unexpectedly, the man did not give up, but became more and more hysterical: "You have no choice today, either fight with me, or be killed by me."

"Madman." Lu Chong turned away, not wanting to pay attention to the other party anymore.

Such people are not uncommon on the road to Tao Xuan. Most of them are crazy people who are hovering on the edge of the limit, unable to continue to break their own limits, and still unable to break through Tao Xuan.

Moreover, most of these people's lifespans are about to end. If they can't break through the Daoxuan, they will die and the Daoxuan will disappear.

That's why they are so crazy, intending to find a chance of survival through a life-and-death battle when their longevity is approaching.

But Lu Chong is different. He still has millions of years to live, and he has not yet reached the shackles on the Tongxuan Road, so why bother to fight so hard? Besides, it is still such a meaningless battle.

"Then you can't blame me." Seeing Lu Chong's indifference, the man sneered ferociously, and then he took the initiative to pounce on him.

His speed was extremely fast, and when his palm flew, it was the Thousand Planes Palm Seal that had reached the ninth level of perfection.

Those overlapping palm prints were aroused to the extreme, and they rushed toward the landing, covering his head and face.

"Crazy!" Lu Chong cursed secretly and flew out of Tongxuan Road to avoid being affected by the huge pressure that affected his strength.

He knew that he could not escape this battle. The other party obviously wanted to use him to complete his life and death challenge.

More than five hundred palm prints, like gangrene attached to the bones, followed closely, giving Lu Chong no chance to breathe.

"Since you are the one who committed suicide, you can't blame me."

Lu Chong is not a good person. Just because he doesn't want to cause trouble doesn't mean he is really afraid of the other party.

Facing the heavy palm prints coming towards him, Lu Chong mobilized the power of chaos in his body and waved his hands like phantoms.

For a moment, the palm prints spurting out rumbled and collided between the two, and the turbulent storm attracted the attention of many strong men nearby.

They also wanted to see the strength of Lu Chong and that man to judge whether they could fight.

"They are all Thousand Machine Palms. Could it be that he is also an inner disciple of Qianji Dojo?"

"Not necessarily. Many wanderers nearby can also obtain the Taoist realm inheritance of Thousand Machine Palm."

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Following the collision and annihilation of numerous palm prints, the two figures reappeared, already within a foot of each other.

"Death!" That person didn't care whether Lu Chong was his fellow sect or not. After getting closer, the wind in his palm became more elegant and sharp.

A total of five hundred and twelve inscriptions appeared in the palm, containing terrifying murderous intentions, and Lu Chong was about to be killed under his palm.

Lu Chong silently pushed out a palm, but there were more than 600 inscriptions in his palm.

boom!

The man's red and crazy eyes were suddenly filled with bloodshot eyes, and his whole body was sucked into Lu Chong's palm, and he immediately retreated violently.

His palm, along with his entire arm, completely vaporized and disappeared.

In the eyes of outsiders, this scene was simply unbelievable, because they all saw the strength of that man.

Moreover, Lu Chong didn't use any Taoist treasures, so why could he beat an opponent like this who was in the same realm and whose Taoist skills had reached the ninth realm?

But the man who was seriously injured by Lu Chong's palm did not give up. Instead, he became even more crazy and excited.

He already felt the threat of death, but this was exactly what he wanted.

Under Lu Chong's deliberate concealment, he did not see the inscriptions in Lu Chong's palm prints that exceeded the peak of the Nine Realms.

He felt that as long as he could turn defeat into victory, he might actually be able to take that step.

So, resisting the numbness in half of his body, the man left again and came back. On his remaining left hand, a dark glove appeared.

There were surprisingly 512 lit inscriptions on the gloves, which was enough to increase the power of this person's palm prints by more than 30%.

"Don't give up yet."

Lu Chong didn't hold back anymore, and pushed out with another palm. From an angle that no one could see, thousands of inscriptions condensed, and hit hard with the opponent's palm prints.

There was a scream, followed by the man's figure flying far away, and then there was no sound again.

Under Lu Chong's palm, the man's vitality was completely cut off, leaving only a chaotic time and space that grew out of Taoism.

"Don't overestimate your own capabilities." Lu Chong closed his hands and returned to Tongxuan Road, ignoring the surprised looks around him.

The palm he used just now was extremely obscure and he could move and retract it freely. No one, including the opponent, could see clearly how he won, let alone realize that his Thousand Machine Palm had already surpassed the Nine Realms.

However, Lu Chong's move indeed shocked many people present.

Some people who were still ready to make a move now gave up the idea of ​​challenging Lu Chong, a new face.

They want to challenge life and death, but they are not simply looking for death. A challenge with no chance of winning is looking for torture, isn't it?

If Lu Chong didn't challenge them, he should be secretly glad. Why would he dare to take the initiative to provoke them?

Lu Chong returned to Tongxuan Road, ignoring others. After resting for five days, he felt that he had gradually adapted to the pressure here, and then continued to move forward slowly, continuing to challenge the limits of his will.

Through this battle, he also saw more clearly that there was a huge gap in strength between the people here and himself.

Even if he took the initiative to challenge life and death, it would not mean much, because there is no suspense, and there is no sense of crisis and pressure between life and death.