Sword Qi swept across more than ten meters, cutting off the surrounding trees and shattering rocks.
It is the first time for Jiang Ping An to use "Limitless Fist" in actual combat, and it is still a bit unfamiliar.
But I gradually became proficient.
The greater the opponent's strength, the greater his counterattack.
If the opponent's strength is weak, his counterattack will be weak.
50-50 open.
As the battle continued, Ren Ming went from being high-spirited at the beginning to becoming frustrated.
"Brother Jiang, can you stop using Limitless Fist? Let's fight openly."
All the attacks he performed were counterattacked by the opponent, whether they were close attacks or long-range attacks, they were all the same.
This makes Ren Ming feel like he is beating himself up.
No matter how much power you increase, the attack will be counterattacked, and you will be hit if you are not careful.
Jiang Ping An asked, "Aren't you being aboveboard now?"
Ren Ming gritted his teeth, "You forced me! I don't believe I can't hurt you!"
He began to use his trump card swordsmanship, condensing a Sword Qi that spanned ten meters, and killed Jiang Ping An.
Jiang Ping An stood still and raised his hand to block.
It seemed like an ordinary block, but at this moment, Ren Ming felt that his attack was out of control and out of his control!
Ren Ming's face changed and he retreated quickly.
Jiang Ping An dragged his sword and fought back.
"Bang!"
A deep sword mark appeared on the ground.
Ren Ming wanted to vomit blood, not because he was hit, but because he was angry.
The swordsmanship he had worked so hard to learn was taken advantage of by the opponent!
The battle continues, Jiang Ping An urges Limitless Fist, if the opponent is strong, he will be strong, if the opponent is weak, he will be weak.
Time passes gradually, and the sun is high in the sky at noon.
The battle between the two attracted a lot of people's attention.
"I and I have been fighting all morning, and it's not over yet. Is it going to last so long?"
"Jiang Ping An actually knows Limitless Fist! I heard that this technique is very demanding!"
"Bullshit technique, it just delays time and has no offensive power."
The performance of Jiang Ping An surprised many people.
However, few people care and think that this kind of martial arts is not a big threat.
Tenth Floor Ma Wei noticed Jiang Ping An, and a look of surprise appeared on his fat face.
I didn't expect that the other party could actually learn such advanced skills.
However, this technique is not difficult to break. With this technique, it is good to be able to reach the twentieth floor. It will not threaten him, so there is no need to worry.
Ma Wei looked worriedly at Meng Jing who was rushing upwards. This woman was her biggest opponent.
It's another hour, and the sun is setting in the west.
"No fighting! No fighting!"
Ren Ming ran out of spiritual energy and collapsed on the ground to admit defeat.
This technique is so shameless!
It's that uncomfortable feeling of wanting to strangle the other person but not being able to do so.
The other party was so stunned that he completely drained his spiritual energy!
"Accepted."
Jiang Ping An said with cupped fists.
Jiang Ping An didn't stop and continued walking up.
Ren Ming saw this scene, his eyes widened, "Holy crap! Do you still have the strength?"
After fighting for a long time, his spiritual energy was gone. How could the other party still have the strength to challenge?
Jiang Ping An didn't respond. He boarded the second Eighteenth Layer, cupped his fists at Body Cultivator, and said, "Excuse me."
This Body Cultivator's face twitched several times.
He also paid attention to the battle just now. This Jiang Ping An could even block the attack of Sword Cultivator, let alone the attack of Body Cultivator.
You know, Limitless Fist is the most restrained melee monk.
However, Jiang Ping An fought for a long time, and his strength was almost exhausted, so it was not difficult to defeat.
"Come on!"
This Body Cultivator burst out with terrifying Blood Qi, and the flames burned on his body, like a burning man.
Although he is Body Cultivator, he can release flames. This is his talent.
Jiang Ping An raised his hand to attack.
A fierce collision sounded in Er Eighteenth Layer.
The sun sets from the west to the west, and the weather is extremely cold at night.
A monk with flames all over his body was panting. The flames on his body appeared and disappeared, and they might be extinguished at any time.
"You are also Body Cultivator, and you have a head-on attitude. Don't use this shameless technique!"
This Body Cultivator almost cried.
Every time he punched, Jiang Ping An would push his fist into his face, countering his attack with his own.
After beating him for a day, nothing happened to him, he was covered in wounds.
Jiang Ping An put his hands in a posture and said calmly, "Continue."
"Plop~"
Body Cultivator fell to the ground, the flames on his body extinguished.
All strength was gone.
Ren Ming, who was standing on the 30th floor, felt inexplicably happy when he saw this scene.
It makes me feel better to see others as unlucky as me.
Jiang Ping An put away his hands and sat calmly.
He actually still has the strength, but needs time to reflect on his shortcomings.
"Although Limitless Fist can fight back with strength, it also has weaknesses. If the opponent's speed and strength exceed three times your own, it will be difficult to fight back..."
The next day, there were twenty-nine days left until the final quota selection.
Jiang Ping An came to the twenty-seventh floor and saluted a beautiful woman who used a whip with her fists raised, "Please enlighten me."
"Get down!"
The genius girl stepped on Cyan Boots and waved the whip in her hand towards Jiang Ping An.
Jiang Ping An raised his hand, and as he touched the whip, the direction of the whip was changed, and it was whipped towards the genius girl.
The girl's expression changed drastically, she quickly changed the direction of the whip and continued to attack Jiang Ping An.
"Papa~"
The sound of whips exploded in the air, and the trees and rocks struck by the whips shattered into soil. The power was terrifying.
It would definitely be uncomfortable if this was slapped on someone.
However, he couldn't draw Jiang Ping An, and all of them were bounced back by him.
Some monks noticed the fight between the two and couldn't help but complain.
"Limitless Fist, please change its name to Shameless Fist. This is too shameless."
"That's right. It's basically using the opponent's strength to hit the opponent. It's too frustrating to fight with such a person."
"I asked someone yesterday. Limitless Fist is easy to break, as long as it exceeds the user's strength and speed by three times."
"Damn! You call this easy?"
The girl who used the whip was hit by her own whip, and her body was in burning pain.
Her level is simply incapable of breaking through the opponent's boxing skills. If the fight continues like this, she will definitely lose.
"I admit..."
She was about to give in when a shout came from down the mountain.
"Are you scared? As a genius, you have to admit defeat!"
"That's right, even if you can't beat me, you still have to fight to the end!"
"This woman can't do it!"
The girl was about to admit defeat, but when she heard the shouts below, she gritted her teeth and continued to persist for the sake of face.
If she were more careful, she would find that the people shouting below were the two monks who were exhausted by Jiang Ping An yesterday.
These two people are very wicked, and they insist on letting others experience the injuries they have suffered.
The battle lasted from morning to noon. In the end, the girl's spiritual energy was exhausted and she fell to the ground, her clothes and hair wet with sweat.
"Accepted."
Jiang Ping An saluted the girl with clasped fists.
The girl was so angry that it was her first time to see such a disgusting technique.
"Don't think that you are so powerful that you will be beaten violently when you reach the twentieth floor!"
"Don't worry, fellow Daoist."
Jiang Ping An continues to climb to the twenty-sixth floor.
The war broke out again and lasted from afternoon to evening.
Jiang Ping An's battle has attracted more and more people's attention.
After all, no one has fought longer than him, and it's hard not to attract attention.
"Damn, that's such a disgusting technique. I don't want to fight this kind of person."
A genius on the twenty-third floor turned pale with fright when he saw this scene.
"I would rather be killed instantly than be dragged to death."
"This Jiang Ping An real dog stayed silent for four months just to learn this technique."
Seeing the weirdness of this technique, the people on the mountain didn't want to fight Jiang Ping An.
But Jiang Ping An is still moving upward.
Countdown Twenty-eight days, Jiang Ping An reached the twenty-fifth floor.
Countdown Twenty-four days, Jiang Ping An reached the twenty-first level.
The geniuses on the mountain are getting more and more powerful, and you can basically defeat one person in a day.
These defeated geniuses, without exception, were all dragged to death by exhaustion of their strength.
In fact, there are also geniuses who want to give in, but just as they are about to give in, a sarcastic voice will come from below, calling you a coward and trash, not worthy of being called a genius.
As long as you are careful, you will find that those who cursed at the foot of the mountain are those who fell down after being exhausted by Jiang Ping An.
The thinking of this group of people is, why do you give in easily when I am exhausted?
Let's all die together!
Countdown Twenty-three days, twenty floors.
Jiang Ping An cupped his fists at Body Cultivator in front of him, "Please enlighten me."
In front of him was a sturdy monk holding a Golden Staff. The Blood Qi on his body was as hot as a furnace.
Xiang Yang waved the stick gently, whistling through the air and setting off a large air wave.
"It's not easy for you to reach this level at the intermediate Martial Warrior level, but your victory can only end here."
Starting from the twentieth floor, there is only one genius on each floor, whose combat power is stronger than the monks below.
Jiang Ping An stretched out his hand and took a good posture, "Please enlighten me."