"Flaming Saber!"
Xia Ping narrowed his eyes. In the past year, he had not only cultivated the Dragon Elephant Prajna Art, but also the Flaming Saber Technique that his master had taught him. He had also cultivated this technique to an extremely profound realm.
He turned his palm into a blade, circulated the Dragon Elephant Genuine Qi in his body, and gently slashed forward.
Thump!
Suddenly, a red flaming saber Qi swept out, and a rock that was several meters tall in front of him was instantly cut in half. It split open from the middle, and the cut was smooth, as if it had been cut open by a peerless swordsman.
At the same time, a terrifying power of flames instantly exploded, burning towards these rocks. In an instant, these rocks were burned black, emitting crackling sounds as they exploded.
If anyone saw this scene, they would be shocked.
Now, it was only hitting a rock. If it hit a human body, it would probably split the enemy's body in half in an instant. At the same time, the power of the flames erupted and instantly burned the enemy into a pile of dried corpses.
In fact, this was the terrifying part of the Flaming Saber Technique. It contained an extremely fierce and explosive flame power. If this flame power invaded the internal organs of a person, it could instantly burn the enemy's body into a mess.
Previously, Ningma Sect had attacked the Black Sect and fought with the leader of the Black Sect and the four guardians. Even though the four guardians were only lightly injured, they were still invaded by the Flaming Qi of the Flaming Saber.
In the end, even after a year, he still hadn't fully recovered. He had been burned and tortured by the flaming zhenqi day and night, as if he had fallen into a fiery hell.
Therefore, the Flaming Saber Technique was known as the undiscovered divine technique of the Ningma Sect.
Among the many martial arts that everyone had seen, the only one that could be compared to the Flaming Saber Technique was probably the Dark Mysterious Divine Palm that was created by the Baisang Taoist in the later generations and was famous in the Jianghu.
He remembered that Zhang Wuji had only been hit by the Xuanming Divine Palm once, and the cold air had immediately invaded his internal organs. Even if Zhang Sanfeng had personally taken action and the divine doctor Hu Qingniu had tried his best to treat him, it was useless. At most, he had saved his life.
Only by learning a peerless cultivation technique like the Nine Yang Technique could he remove the Xuanming Qi from the Xuanming Cold Palm. One could imagine how powerful the Xuanming Cold Palm was. It was extraordinary.
"With the help of this Flaming Saber Technique, I can go anywhere in the world.”
Xia Ping was very satisfied with the power of his Flaming Saber Technique. Even if he did not know any other martial arts, he could still contend with many experts with a peerless martial art like the Flaming Saber Technique.
As long as an ordinary expert was lightly struck by his Flaming Saber Technique, even if it was just a light cut, the flaming Genuine Qi would invade their internal organs and burn them to death day and night.
"Unfortunately, Ningma Sect doesn't have any high-tier qinggong. This is my shortcoming.”
Xia Ping stroked his chin. He cultivated the Dragon Elephant Prajna Art, which granted him an indestructible body and thick Genuine Qi. He also cultivated the Flaming Saber Technique, which gave him a supreme killing technique.
However, the only thing he lacked was Qinggong.
This was also something that Tantra was not good at. It did not seem to have any well-known lightness skills.
For example, the Shaolin Temple seemed to have a peerless lightness skill like crossing the river on a reed, and some sects had the Eight Step Chasing Cicada. Such lightness skill experts were as fast as the wind.
"If there's a chance, I should head to Langye Blessed Land in Wuliang Mountain to look for the Wave Subtle Steps. This is the top lightness skill in the world, but I don't know if Langye Blessed Land has appeared yet.”
Xia Ping narrowed his eyes. He felt that it was time to find an opportunity to go to the Central Plains. Even if he stayed in the Tubo Kingdom, it was impossible for his martial arts to continue to improve.
Only by entering the Central Plains and fighting with the top masters could he improve his speed.
However, before that, he needed to completely resolve the threat of the Black Cult. Only then could he leave the Tubo Kingdom in peace and head to the Central Plains to find his own opportunity.
"Senior brother, senior brother Jiu Mozhi, something bad has happened.”
At this moment, two or three red-robed monks ran in from outside. They were panting and anxious. They came to Xia Ping in an instant.
"What is it? Don't be anxious, say it slowly "
Xia Ping waved his hand gently, and a gentle wave of true energy instantly enveloped their bodies, instantly causing them to completely calm down, as if their bodies had quivered.
"Yes, Senior Brother."
The three red-robed monks looked at Xia Ping with admiration. Although they had not learned martial arts, they knew that this was the power of martial arts that could subdue them silently.
No matter what, this Senior Brother Jiu Mozhi was known as the genius of the Ningma Sect that only appeared once every few hundred years. A year ago, he had personally killed more than twenty elites of the Black Cult, and his name had shaken the entire Tubo.
A year had passed, and no one knew how far Jiu Mozhi's martial arts had progressed.
However, they quickly suppressed their feelings of worship."Senior Brother Jiu Mozhi, something bad has happened. The Black Religion's leader, Zhaxi Duoji, has led a large group of protectors and elites to attack our Ningma Sect and is looking for trouble with our master. They wanted to demand an explanation for their master's attack on the Black Sect last time. They were so aggressive that several elders and many elite disciples were personally injured by them.”
He said everything he knew in one breath.
"You sure have guts. Last time, you were heavily injured by Master and were said to be on the verge of death. Now, you still dare to come. It seems that you have something to rely on.”
Xia Ping's eyes revealed a trace of coldness. He really had a pillow when he was sleepy. He still couldn't find a reason to find trouble with the Black Cult. He didn't expect them to personally come and kill him.
"Yes, senior brother."
The few red-robed young monks nodded like chicks pecking at rice.
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