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The Heart of Martial Arts

The cold erodes the pale gold and accumulates layers upon layers, making Meng Qi feel as if he has returned to his childhood. Every winter, he would wear bloated clothes, and his movements would be slow, without any sense of agility. In the battle between masters, the victory or defeat is only in the blink of an eye. , before getting rid of the cold and sluggishness, he saw the punch approaching him, so he had no choice but to retreat. ,

As his figure changed, Meng Qi moved with his fist and retreated quickly, while Wu Jizhen had left the building at some point, his feet were stepping on the sea water, blue and black ice accumulated, dragging out two transparent traces, his fist was not slow at all, the two The distance between them shortened rapidly.

While flying back, Meng Qi’s interior scene changed, showing the great sun. The pale golden light flowing on his skin showed streaks of fire, which melted the chill, eased the dullness, and resisted the erosion of the ice and snow sun.

It wasn’t until this time that Meng Qi had the strength to draw his sword.

But as soon as his right hand touched the handle of the knife, Wu Jizhen’s fist sank slightly, and the whole force formed by heaven, earth, people, and the knife suddenly penetrated into the uninvited guest, and was occupied by it, making Meng Qisheng unable to draw the knife. The feeling of being struck by thunder.

But Wu Jizhen’s inner world is already like a world, and this punch brings the “world” with him, making it difficult for people to fight head-on.

Meng Qi’s acupoints opened all over his body, trying to connect the heaven and the earth, and forcibly drew the sword, but Wu Jizhen’s fist changed accordingly, as if erratic, the trend of the heaven and the earth changed again, and the layers of chill turned into invisible ice, separating Meng Qi from the sky and the earth.

Constantly changing, using clever tricks one after another, but Wu Jizhen’s fists can always test the pressure in advance and control the aura, so that Meng Qi always gives up halfway, or has to retreat, has to retreat.

Meng Qi took a deep breath, abandoned luck, abandoned concealment, Yuan Shi sat upright, the interior scene was chaotic, there was no distinction between reality and reality

In the beginning, because it was a contract of ten strokes, life and death were not involved. Meng Qi didn’t want to expose the specialness of his “Imperishable Yuanshixiang” domain, and planned to deal with it purely with the sword. However, under the light of the “bright moon”, he had no secrets to speak of, and he did not appear in the Yuanshi domain. It’s a trickCan’t stop it.

As soon as the chaos appeared, Wu Jizhen’s fist moved slightly, and was no longer so resolute. Meng Qi was keenly aware, the long saber was drawn out of its sheath, drew out half of Tai Chi, sideways hit Wu Jizhen’s fist, avoiding the sharp edge, and swung a thousand catties in fours and twos.

Wu Jizhen flicked his wrist and spread his fists apart, like a snake catcher, extremely flexible and deflected. Grabbing the back of Meng Qi’s knife, the shadows of the claws condensed, like a mirage in the falling ice and snow.

Meng Qi picked up his long knife, and claws sprang out. But Wu Jizhen’s palms, fingers, fists and claws changed constantly, no slower than Meng Qi’s saber moves, and there was no situation that he couldn’t keep up. A saber and a hand were like a pair of butterflies dancing. A wonderful and vivid picture was performed, the Thunder Snake and the Snowflake took off, and the ice ocean shared the same color of lightning.

The sea in a radius of dozens of miles condensed into solid ice. I don’t know how many zhangs it spread down, but the thunder flashed in the midair, fighting for the bright moon.

After several moves, the two sides still had no collision of knives and hands. At this moment, Wu Jizhen’s left hand, which had been carrying behind his back, suddenly came out.

Meng Qidun felt that the white snow was falling, the sky was white, the sea water in the distance “disappeared”, the floating clouds in the sky “disappeared”, everything “disappeared”, leaving only a lonely and empty world of ice and snow, which made people “remember the long distance of the world, and be alone. snot” feeling.

And Wu Jizhen stands proudly in this world, like the master of heaven and earth, filling every space with his punches and claws, making Meng Qi unable to dodge and nowhere to dodge, everything is real, no matter how difficult it is to avoid the emptiness, it seems that there is only one option to fight hard .

Meng Qi took a deep breath, his body suddenly swelled up, like the heavens and the earth, the “Heaven’s Injury” electric glow floating in his hand, converging on the tip of the knife, a little vortex-like pinholes highlighted, crackling, rumbling, as if punishing on behalf of the sky The god of thunder came to the world, with a condescending posture, with a fierce and domineering sword, he greeted that punch and claw.

When they were about to collide, the light of Meng Qi’s saber suddenly disintegrated, and the sky was filled with a sea of ​​blue and purple lightning, jumping and flickering, covering the long saber and confusing his fists and claws.

The “ocean” parted, and the light of the knife was like a fish jumping over a dragon’s gate. It pierced through the fist and claws with lightning and thunder, and went straight to Wu Ji’s true face.

Wu Jizhen turned his arms and elbows inwards, layers of cold air condensed into dark blue ice cubes, cutting endlessly, dragging the long knife, forcing Meng Qi to change his moves.

Then, he reached back with his right hand, with five fingers spread out, like a blooming winter plum, brushing towards Meng Qi from the back, with an elegant posture, giving people an infinitely beautiful feeling.

The ice and snow are dead and silent, the cang is monotonous, and the plum blossoms are “bright”, expounding the intensity of life.

This frightening splendor of life, with love for life and thinking about death, changed inexplicably, making Meng Qi feel like he was defenseless. There are so many omissions, it’s like using a bowl-sized net to catch a ten-finger-thick fish, leaving a big hole for the other party.

Meng Qi backed up again, backed up quickly, and cut forward with the long saber, one splits into two, two splits into four, and four splits into eight. There is no distinction between strong and weak, thick or thin, forming a net, trying to dissolve layer by layer.

When the intensity of life could not resist the dead silence of ice and snow, Wu Jizhen’s flick caused the light of the heavy saber to converge strangely, just hitting the back of the saber.

A severe chill hit, the purple electric blue thunder floating on the surface of Tianzhishang condensed into ice, Meng Qi’s five fingers gleamed pale gold, and were frozen on the handle of the knife, making it difficult to block the chill.

Meng Qi’s expression changed, his right hand trembled, and the palm of his hand broke off at the wrist, leaving Han Yi with nothing to cling to, while his left palm held the jade knife, his figure moved quickly, and before Wu Jizhen could react, he slashed four times in a row. The knives, whether fast or heavy, or feminine or masculine, have integrated all of their lifelong learning and comprehension into these four knives. feeling.

Wu Jizhen clasped his hands together, as if forming a seal, a cold light of ice poured out from his body, engulfing all four rays of saber light, leaving a vast expanse of whiteness.

All of a sudden, Meng Qi withdrew his long saber, retracting it contrary to common sense, then peeped at the cardinal, and slashed out with the saber.

With a click, Bai Mang parted, and the long knife slashed Wu Jizhen’s body.

The ice and snow shattered, and the cold air rose. It seemed that only one ice sculpture was shattered.

Behind Meng Qi, the white mist condensed, and Wu Jizhen reappeared, with his right thumb sticking to the index finger and middle finger, he let out a long sigh, full of sadness, and lightly tapped Meng Qi.

This point is awkward and heavy, condensing infinite sadness and persistence, and Meng Qi’s heart fluctuated accordingly. He thought of Liu Dao’s malice, thought of fate in the hands of people, thought of Gu Xiaosang’s words from relatives and friends, and felt depressed and struggling in pain. I just feel that there are layers of shackles on my body, and I just want to draw my sword out, cut off all these, and get great freedom, great liberation, and great happiness.

Unfortunately, at this time, the golden giant Buddha appeared, pointing to the sky and touching the ground, Meng Qi regained his sobriety, and Wu Jizhen just now stirred up the emotions that had been squeezed in his mind for a long time, and a huge loophole appeared.

Meng Qi was about to block it with his knife, but suddenly, he saw Wu Jizhen’s eyes full of nostalgia, enthusiasm and exploration.

Despondent, only other

At this moment, Meng Qi had an inexplicable feeling that what Wu Jizhen saw was completely different from what he knew, and he couldn’t resist it.

Normally, when the two sides fight against each other, what they see is nothing but illegal appearances, physical bodies, blood vessels, moves, the application of the power of heaven and earth, and the grasp of the laws. But at this moment, Meng Qi believes that what Wu Jizhen saw was not these, but something else. Like a pot of flowers, what you see are petals, stamens, roots, soil, flowerpots, sunlight andFrom the context, to find the cardinal, what Wu Jizhen saw was vitality, death, intensity, dependence and other completely different “potentials”.

If you can’t be in the same “line of sight” as him, you can’t understand where his point will hit, and you can’t resist it.

Meng Qi didn’t care about anything else, Yuan Shixiang rotated the yin and yang seals, changed the yin and yang, and circulated life and death, trying to interfere with this. At the same time, he quickly retreated and widened the distance, intending to isolate the two sides with a range attack.

“Hey.” Wu Jizhen withdrew his hand and didn’t make any more moves. He stepped on the frozen ocean with a desolate expression.

“There’s no need to compare, it’s quite possible for you to block my ten moves, but” he shook his head with a dull expression, “but you don’t have the heart of martial arts, so it’s boring.”

With his hands behind his back, he walked slowly towards the boat.

“Heart of Martial Dao” Meng Qi asked in astonishment as he did not expect such an ending.

How could I not have the heart of martial arts?

Wu Jizhen did not turn his head, and calmly said: “You have a strong desire to become stronger, you have the motivation to put it into practice, and you have depression and danger spurs. In the eyes of ordinary people, this may be the heart of martial arts, but you have no desire for martial arts. Enthusiasm, without the pursuit of Tao, for you, it is a tool, a weapon, nothing more.”

He looked up at the sky and muttered to himself: “What is the avenue and what is life?”

“How to see through life and death, break the eternal silence with a moment of brilliance, and understand the magnificence of the world”

“All the moves, all the exercises, except the appearance, are all expounding and pursuing these”

Meng Qi frowned slightly, these things should not be considered rationally

“If you don’t experience the world, don’t invest in strong emotions, you won’t understand the beauty of the great way, the beauty of life and death, and the beauty of love and hatred, just like summer insects can’t speak ice.” Wu Jizhen shook his head, “You go to Sanxian Island and wait. Day, Dao will always ask me for help.” To be continued

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