Comprehensive martial arts: He was in the Jin Kingdom, but he returned to the Southern Song Dynasty

Old Daobazi and Yao Yue Lianxing collided with each other.

That realm of annihilation and entropy descended upon the world again. All the light and colors passed through the small area in front of him, as if the area in the middle suddenly disappeared. Even standing at one end of the area, he would find that a tree opposite him, which was originally very far away, was suddenly brought much closer.

It has indeed been pulled closer, because a piece of area between heaven and earth has been lost.

No one knows what happened inside.

But in a flash, there was only a loud and earth-shattering sound, but it was shattered by a pair of fists. First, the fist broke free from the field of annihilation, and then the entire old knife handle jumped out of the field.

He was fierce and violent, and he broke all the forbidden powers into pieces!
Wearing a conical hat, a black robe, and a pair of iron fists, he kills his way out of the silence and breaks the void.

What a vicious old knife handle!

This kind of boxing is completely different from Zhang Sanfeng's Tai Chi, going to two extremes. Even Li Chenzhou's fists are not as strong as his.

The old knife handle fell to the ground.

No dust on your feet.

Behind him, after the annihilation realm was shattered, dots of starlight woven by his inner strength flickered. The starlight surrounded two people, Yao Yue and Lian Xing, both beautiful women of unrivaled elegance.

They stood hand in hand, looking like two sisters who had not experienced any life-and-death battle, but just went to see flowers, appreciate the moon, and listen to the wind. Their temperament was still so cold, resolute, and inhuman.

Even more arrogant than before, because at least they were still alive.

They were even more beautiful now, but there was not even a trace of life left in them.

They are dead.

This is a kind of eternal beauty, which only lasts for a moment. Then, the two sisters broke into pieces together, turning into flying spirits that scattered across the sky.

The old knife-holder didn't care at all. He took another step forward and said word by word, "Zhuge Zhengwo! Do you still want to stop me?"

Zhuge Zhengwo murmured, "It's really impossible to stop it."

The old knife-holder said, "If you can't stop me, then get out of here."

Zhuge Zhengwo laughed and said, "Why are you going to get lost? I mean, it's a pity that I didn't stop the two palace masters. But I still have to stop you. It's better to say that since I was born in this world, I have always wanted to stop people like you, and I have always done things to stop you!"

As he spoke, his expression became serious and he shook his spear. The spear's force was still concentrated, but ready to go. It was as if the beauty before the surprise was always so quiet.

He didn't dare to break the balance easily. If he could delay a little longer, it might help the situation.

The old knife handle no longer responded to him, and turned his head to ask, "Wen Wan, are you coming here to die too?"

There was a voice coming from afar, so leisurely and faint. The power in the words made people feel very reliable, calm and powerful.

A middle-aged man with a sword on his waist came out from the side at some point and said, "Who said I was sending myself to die, instead of working together to kill you?"

The old knife holder sneered, "You dare to take out your 'Jingjian' in front of me? Zhu Wusi abandoned you, Dongfang Bubai left you, and now there are only two of you. Not to mention, Wen Wan, you have not even learned the skills of Dacheng Ruque in all these years. People like you are not worthy of staying in the position of Da Sanhe!"

He said contemptuously, "Are you worthy enough to kill me?"

As soon as he finished speaking, there was a sudden sound of galloping horses in the jungle in the mountains.

One of them took the lead, holding a bloody battle flag, and jumped into the arena. "How can you not be worthy? Not only will we kill you, we will also grind your bones and scatter your ashes to thank the world!"

Wow!
As he spoke, he swung the heavy blood-stained battle flag in his hand, which fluttered in the wind and transformed into a flying red light. It made a sound of hitting the wind, which was loud and exciting, as if it had the momentum to cover the sky and the sun!

It was Lu Xiaofeng.

He changed his previous frivolous style, and moved vigorously. His eyes seemed to spit out fire, full of anger and murderous intent, and he stared at the old knife handle.

Behind Lu Xiaofeng, Linghu Chong, Zhang Wuji, Zuo Lengchan, Xu Tianyi, Guo Songyang and others jumped out one after another, and all looked at the old knife handle.

The old knife holder shook his head. "What a bunch of ignorant youngsters are here. Zhuge Zhengwo, do you really want to lead these youngsters to their deaths?"

Zhuge Zhengwo said sternly, "This is not to send myself to die, but to kill you. Sending myself to die is meaningless, but killing you is meaningful. Life is like a guest, why should we say goodbye today? Old Daoba, we are just guests temporarily living between heaven and earth. Even if we die, we have done what we should do and returned to where we came from."

Wen Wan took a step forward and said, "So, there are some things that have to be done. In front of these things, life is not that important. Old Knife Boss, you may not understand our realm."

The old knife-holder sighed, "How could I not understand? Isn't Zhang Sanfeng the same person? I once fought against others together with him. I understood the principle of sacrificing one's life for justice... But that was back then, after all..."

There was infinite emotion in his words, as if he had passed through the curtains of time and returned to the past.

Suddenly, he raised his hand and said, "Okay, after I kill you, I will build a tomb for you. After Zhang Sanfeng dies and Wudang Mountain is established, I will guide people to be good and change their ways. At that time, I will record your stories and say that you are heroes who died to eliminate demons."

Zhuge Zhengwo asked, "Who is the demon?"

The old knife-holder said as a matter of course, "Of course it is Zhang Sanfeng! He is an evil demon and a thief. If Sanfeng is not eliminated, how can there be a glimmer of righteousness in the world? If Sanfeng is not dead, how can there be the great way of Zhenwu in the world?"

The scene was silent for a moment.

Lu Xiaofeng snorted coldly, "So you've already gone mad. You want to tamper with history and insult us?"

The old knife handle nodded and said, "So what?"

His face was calm and his tone was calm.

But very arrogant.

Calm arrogance.

Suddenly, a voice came from in front of Lu Chen, "Just... just do it... he's already... he's exhausted..."

The old knife-holder's expression changed slightly.

Zhang Wuji lost his voice and asked, "Brother Jiang Dao?"

In front of Lu Chen, Jiang Xiaoyu actually stood up first. He was covered with scars, and the scars and sword wounds on his face had not been removed. There were still signs of white bones, but there was no blood flowing. The whole image was still very scary and terrifying.

But there is no doubt that he has recovered.

Jiang Xiaoyu reluctantly nodded towards Zhang Wuji, then staggered past Lu Chen and Yan Nantian and patted him on the shoulder.

Then he looked at the old knife handle.

Jiang Xiaoyu took a deep breath and said, "Master, please stop lying. You love to lie to others, but you can't lie to me. In fact, you have been seriously injured after fighting with the two palace masters Yao Yue and Lian Xing."

He pointed his finger, as if speaking the will of heaven, "Cut off your left arm!"

The voice just fell.

The old knife-holder's left arm was cut off silently at the shoulder.

Everyone was shocked.

Only then did they realize that the old knife handle was not as intact as it seemed.

His left arm seemed to be in a lie, or perhaps his cultivation was to create a lie that became true and a fallacy that replaced a dead person. Otherwise, how could he impersonate the Great Emperor Zhenwu?
When no one sees this, he can truly maintain this fallacy.

When someone sees through it, his body also changes.

The left arm fell to the ground and shattered. Just like Ximen Chuixue and Yaoyue Lianxing before, it turned into a little light and flew into the sky.

The warriors who have reached this realm have already condensed their bodies to the limit. They are the essence of heaven and earth, the spirit of the sun and the moon, and are not ordinary substances.

Therefore, once the will is lost, the flesh and blood of the Great Trinity master will immediately return to the world.

Likewise, once an arm is broken, it cannot be easily regenerated.

The old knife-holder looked at his broken arm, first he was slightly startled, then slightly angry, and then he was neither surprised nor angry.

He is peaceful.

He said calmly, "I will kill all of you."

As soon as he finished speaking, the old knife handle hit him directly.

Like an angry beast.

He threw a punch, hitting Lu Chen directly.

His profound skills were completely seen through, his skills were damaged, his Dharma image was broken, his sword was useless, and his body was incomplete. Most importantly, Jiang Xiaoyu seemed to have recovered. Even if he was not fully recovered, he would not die.

So what about Yan Nantian?

The old knife-holder knew very well that Yan Nantian's cultivation was deeper than Jiang Xiaoyu's, and his injuries were more serious than Jiang Xiaoyu's, so naturally it would be more difficult for him to recover.

But this also means that once this person recovers, given the torture he has suffered and the anger he has released from escaping this time, it is very likely that he will cultivate the final level of the "Wedding Dress Magic".

By that time, with Yan Nantian's fighting spirit and determination, I'm afraid even if I'm at my peak, it would be difficult for me to deal with him.

What's more, at this moment, he is still so weak. Therefore, this is what the old knife handle is really worried about.

Lu Chen must not be allowed to recover from the sword wound again.

At this moment, everyone immediately thought of this.

Everyone present was a great man. They knew from the beginning that Yan Nantian was the turning point of everything. Only his great wedding dress skill could deal with the old knife handle.

They moved immediately.

Zhuge Zhengwo made a stunning thrust.

Many people attacked Old Knife Boss today, including Ximen Chuxue and Yao Yue Lianxing, but so far, he is the only one who is still alive.

He suddenly felt a sense of regret, as if he would not live long.

But life is coming to an end, so let it go.

Zhuge Zheng I don't care.

The Four Famous Detectives have been well trained. The world is about to be in chaos. How can an old man like me survive?
In fact, he deserves to die, it just depends on how he dies.

It’s best to die now!
Wen Wan drew out his "Jing Sword".

He and Zhuge Zhengwo have been friends for many years, so he naturally knew what Zhuge Zhengwo was thinking.

He had exactly the same idea.

He also felt that he was old enough, that the times had changed and things were in chaos. Old guys like Lao Daoba Zi should be dealt with by old guys like him.

I will not regret it even if I die.

Lu Xiaofeng waved the blood-red battle flag. He was proficient in hundreds of martial arts, and now he had to fight for Ximen Chuxue. Using this big flag was the best choice.

When the battle flag thrusts forward, the flag swirls and wraps around the long pole. A battle flag is shaped like a long spear.

At the same time, Lu Xiaofeng stretched out his left hand and pointed in the air.

Telepathic communication.

There is also Linghu Chong's "Magic Sword", Zhang Wuji's Wudang Nine Yang Gong, Zuo Lengchan's "Zhuang Sword", Guo Songyang's "Iron Sword", Xu Tianyi's "Qi Sword"... and other powerful moves, all bombarding towards the old knife handle.

Even Jiang Xiaoyu tried his best to release some energy.

Countless surging energies surged.

It was like a wave, drowning people.

The old knife-holder only had one hand and one arm, and his Dharma image was no longer there. He looked so small amidst the endless energy.

I haven't felt so insignificant in many years.

Ten moves.

The old knife-holder was bombarded by each man for ten moves in a row, but he couldn't find the opportunity to attack.

Even the weak little innate master launched more than ten attacks on him. The fight was so exciting that Zuo Lengchan even felt that "the big three-combination master is just like this".

Until ten moves are over.

In the light and fire, the old knife-holder shouted loudly!
All the powerful attacks were repelled. They came with great force, but left so easily, like the ebb of the tide, disappearing in an instant as if they had never appeared at all.

At the same time, something else happened.

In mid-air, the old knife-holder vomited a mouthful of blood.

Landing.

His body shook a bit.

He vomited another mouthful of blood.

It simply cannot be stopped.

The old knife-holder vomited blood in large mouthfuls, and looked around while vomiting blood. In this attack, everyone was repelled by him, and was defeated and thrown to a very far place.

Only two people stood before him.

He looked at the two people and said with regret, "What a great Zhuge and Wen Wan."

Zhuge Zheng's spear had been broken, but he was still standing. Wen Wan stood beside him, half a step behind him, with the sword at his waist in his hand, ready to strike but not yet.

At that moment, the two of them bore most of the force of the old knife handle's attack.

The old knife-holder had been accumulating this move for a long time and was ready to be used. It should not be underestimated.

Judging from his current situation, he felt that if he got into a protracted battle, he would probably be dragged to death by this group of tough guys. It would be better for him to take drastic measures, endure the attack first, and then explode.

This is a necessary strategy.

Oh, it's ridiculous that I was forced to use strategy? By such a group of pathetic people?
It's so embarrassing. If I can't even handle this group of guys, how can I deal with Zhang Sanfeng?
However, if he couldn't survive now, it would be a pipe dream to deal with Zhang Sanfeng.

Better to stay alive, the old knife handle said to himself.

Then the world will be in chaos, various opponents will emerge one after another, and sooner or later there will be a chance to grow.

This battle also gave me a different understanding. This kind of fierce battle is an opportunity for a warrior to grow.

But in the age of earthly immortals, where could there be so many opportunities for major battles?
Wait for me, Zhang Junbao!

I must reach the level of a terrestrial immortal before you return to the human world, and then I will kill you!
for sure!
I will never die before I kill you!
absolute!

In a short moment, the old knife handle had a lot of chaotic thoughts in his mind. However, this chaos did not stop him from accumulating strength and preparing the next attack to be extremely strong and fierce.

In this process, the old knife-holder also suffered a very severe blow.

These young innate masters were all extraordinary. Even the weakest Zuo Lengchan could easily defeat Qiu Chuji and stand on equal footing with Murong Fu. They attacked together, and the now weak old Daobazi also felt threatened.

So his injuries were more serious.

The offensive is stronger.

But what he didn't expect was that this attack was actually noticed by Zhuge Zhengwo and Wen Wan.

These two people actually intercepted his attack and bore all the force of the blow, causing the others to be injured but not killed.

But the price of doing so would be their death.

Zhuge Shenhou and Luoyang Wenwan are both dead!

The old swordsman looked at their bodies and shook his head. "I now understand why you are not as strong as me. It's because you are old and feel that you should give up your positions to the young people. It doesn't matter if you die. How can people who have lost their fighting spirit achieve anything in martial arts?"

"Martial arts requires fighting, not admitting defeat, and having ambition. Life hangs on a thread, and the great Dao is the best. Only then can we martial artists fight for our own success."

"I am different from you. I want to live, even if it means anything. Then I will become stronger and kill Zhang Junbao. So, I surrendered to Zhang Junbao back then, and now I will use the same strategy against these young people."

"Because, survival is everything. Temporary failure is nothing. As long as you don't get discouraged and try your best, you will always win. This is a little experience and emotion in my life."

The old knife handle said this, as if he was sighing, or as if he was commenting, "So, now it is me who survives, and you die."

After he said this, he walked away.

Passing through the bodies of Zhuge Zhengwo and Wen Wan.

The two of them turned into points of light and flew away.

The old knife-holder finally came behind Lu Chen.

He raised his hand and clenched his fist.

As long as this punch is thrown, Lu Chen will die immediately, and Yan Nantian will also be swept up in this punch and die together.

No more worries.

However, the old knife-holder sighed at the moment when he was about to punch.

Then he sat down and said with emotion, "Yan Nantian, oh Yan Nantian, I still couldn't stop your revival."

The man opened his eyes. (End of this chapter)