Immortality Begins with Breathing Exercises-Chapter 499 - 190: Immortal Techniques (Part 2)

Therefore, during combat, he used the level of Qi Blood Eight Transformations, close to Nine Transformations levels, and the power that martial artists who have cultivated body refining techniques should have.

"No, if I don’t use lightweight skill, I won’t be able to defeat her in a short time at all."

"The gap in combat experience, coupled with Fan Qingxue’s Cyan Rainbow Sword Skill countering my type of pure strength martial artist, makes it difficult for me to get close."

Lin Zheyu pondered to himself.

Strong combat experience and awareness aren’t things that can be honed through a few battles in a short time.

Lin Zheyu has been practicing martial arts for too short a time.

Lin Zheyu has experienced too few battles, and in terms of combat experience, the gap between him and a genius martial artist who has been practicing for decades is substantial.

"Hmm?"

"No, Fan Qingxue’s speed has slowed down."

With another punch, Lin Zheyu felt that Fan Qingxue’s speed had decreased slightly.

While pondering Fan Qingxue’s flaws and how to deal with such a strong opponent, Fan Qingxue began to show signs of decline.

"That’s it, such exquisite swordsmanship requires clever force to wield, combined with true intent, which greatly consumes Essence, Qi, and Spirit."

"Fan Qingxue can’t maintain it for long either."

Lin Zheyu realized in his heart.

Now, he was no longer the impulsive guy he once was.

After condensing gold Qi Blood, nurtured by it, his physique was comparable to that of a genius martial artist who has broken through Bone Marrow Refining Realm at Nine Transformations of Qi Blood.

The ordinary Qi Blood, which had qualitatively changed fifteen times, was also far stronger than the Qi Blood of Bone Marrow Refining Realm.

In the past few months, with the enhancement from the Nine Revolutions Locking Essence Skill, along with the effect of the Infinite Jade Waves True Skill itself in boosting the total amount of Qi Blood.

Lin Zheyu’s total Qi Blood had increased by nearly 70% compared to before!

Far surpassing ordinary martial artists.

Now, in terms of endurance, he was considered the first in Bone Marrow Refining Realm.

Therefore, Lin Zheyu did not consider the problem of physical exhaustion.

In terms of Essence, Qi, and Spirit, Fan Qingxue was no match for Lin Zheyu in any aspect, and under Lin Zheyu’s frenzied attacks, she was already feeling somewhat powerless.

"Is this guy an animal?!"

Fan Qingxue looked at the still vibrant Lin Zheyu, and such a thought couldn’t help but flash through her mind.

Don’t see Lin Zheyu struggling against her Cyan Rainbow Sword Skill, but Fan Qingxue could do nothing to Lin Zheyu either.

In fact, Fan Qingxue felt that as time went on, Lin Zheyu was gradually hitting his stride.

The opponent was quickly adapting to her combat rhythm and style, absorbing and converting it into his own combat experience.

"This kid is using me as a whetstone to hone himself and improve his combat experience." This thought flashed through Fan Qingxue’s mind.

With her proud nature, this guess felt somewhat unreal.

Fan Qingxue, a genius of the Cyan Rainbow Sect, ranked 78th on the Hidden Dragon List, was actually being used as a whetstone!

And she couldn’t even force Lin Zheyu to use his best lightweight skill.

This made Fan Qingxue feel a strong sense of frustration.

Whoosh~~

"Hmph!"

Fan Qingxue took a deep breath and let out a cold snort, her voice utterly chilly.

A more formidable aura suddenly erupted from her body, accompanied by a peculiar presence.

In her body, vast Qi Blood began to surge, and her right hand wielded the longsword in an extraordinary manner.

In an instant, Lin Zheyu saw flickering sword light before his eyes, one turning into two, two into three, and in the blink of an eye, dozens of sword lights appeared, slashing toward him.

"Thousand Silk Sword Skill?" 𝓯𝙧𝙚𝒆𝙬𝙚𝒃𝙣𝙤𝒗𝓮𝓵.𝙘𝙤𝙢

Lin Zheyu was somewhat surprised, memories of confronting Li Yin surfaced in his mind.

Compared to Li Yin, Fan Qingxue’s combat experience was much richer, far beyond the immature Li Yin.

Poof—

Lin Zheyu threw a punch, striking the air.

He was startled, quickly stepping back, and reaching for his abdomen with his right hand, only to grab at nothing again.

"No, it’s not Thousand Silk Sword Skill, these are illusion swords, different from Li Yin’s Thousand Silk Sword Skill."

"Such impressive techniques, able to use illusion swords to deceive my senses!"

Lin Zheyu was slightly shocked.

His Turtle Breath True Skill was cultivated to Fifth-Layer Perfection, and his Eternal Night Sleep Secret Skill was cultivated to perfection, granting him a sensory ability far beyond a martial artist at Bone Marrow Refining Realm.

Yet Fan Qingxue’s illusion swords could deceive his senses, proving the extraordinary nature of the Cyan Rainbow Sword Skill.

"In that case, then I shall block all swords!"

With a single thought, Lin Zheyu unleashed his Tyrannical True Intent to its utmost, spreading a fearsome aura, as if resembling a Buddhist Furious Vajra.

The Great Power Vajra Fist continually roared out, increasing in speed, forming an impenetrable defense around him.

Clang clang clang—

Bang bang!

The sounds of impact continuously echoed, as Lin Zheyu consistently shattered Fan Qingxue’s Cyan Rainbow Sword Skill with his fists.

"This is a good opportunity!"

Lin Zheyu threw a punch, once again striking the air, then stepped forward with his right foot, swiftly charging toward Fan Qingxue.

Swish swish swish—

Dozens of sword lights slashed in from all directions, but Lin Zheyu paid no heed.

He wasn’t merely taking hits just now, but was observing Fan Qingxue’s Cyan Rainbow Sword Skill, finally discovering a subtle flaw.

Relying on his powerful senses, Lin Zheyu could vaguely perceive which sword light was actually from a real sword.

"Not good!"

Seeing this, Fan Qingxue felt a strong sense of crisis rising in her heart.

Forcibly activating the illusion swords within the Cyan Rainbow Sword Skill had already consumed immense stamina, nearing her limit.

With a light tap of her toes, she quickly retreated.

"I surrender!"

As she rapidly retreated, a somewhat cold voice from Fan Qingxue reached out.

Lin Zheyu’s figure suddenly halted, stopping just one step away from Fan Qingxue.

Looking at the nearby Fan Qingxue, whose forehead was covered in a fine, dense layer, her skin white and delicate, exuding a faint fragrance.