That is, the field of thought.

The true meaning of martial arts that has not been used for a long time was released by Xia Yi. The true meaning of martial arts is an artistic conception that only those who are pure in heart can easily comprehend. Entering the country, now that you are a real king, there is nothing you can do

But I don't know why, this kind of dark environment makes Xia Yilai feel calmer than the clear water and blue sky.

Suddenly, Xia Yi moved his spear to the right, the spear vibrated, as if he had been hit by something, Xia Yi clenched his spear again and swept, and then suddenly stabbed behind him, as if he had been hit by something. Not sure, but he has an almost self-awareness that helps him fight.

(I have something to do today, I will update it twice and make it up another day)

!

6

In fact, Xia Yi has always been a little confused about what kind of artistic conception the true meaning of martial arts is. To be more precise, he knows martial arts and truth, but he doesn't know what true martial arts is.

This problem has actually troubled him for a long time, but because of various things that happened later, all kinds of troubles came one after another, and he no longer had time to explore the true meaning of martial arts. Here I have to say that Xia Yi believes that he has practiced well. The most serious time was when I was still an unknown little monk.

Simple, pure, pursuing his own small goals, what kind of powerful immortal saint is far away in the sky, only his fellow disciples who are close in front of him are pursuing some small fame with him.

"This way?" -

It is not the first time that Xia Yi has experienced this kind of experience, because he knows that there is something more terrifying than this darkness, that is, he can see light but cannot touch it, so endless On the contrary, the darkness made Xia Yi's heart calm a little.

He even thought about whether he should find this kind of environment to practice in the future.

"No, it's this side!"

Relying on self-awareness, Xia Yi let go of all distracting thoughts, and let Wuqi guide him automatically with the spear in his hand. Wuqi has his own wisdom, so - from the beginning Xia Yi was not afraid of the darkness at all, even if he could be blinded, he was blinded by Wuqi ?

Picking, stabbing, sweeping, changing moves and suddenly attacking. D SE4z Xiao Zhi

All the movements were so smooth that the saint wondered if his domain was useless to Xia Yi. Xia Yi couldn't block his attacks every time, and even Xia Yi could find his position accurately.

Finally, the saint noticed the spear in Xia Yi's hand.

"A psychic artifact?

"It's rare!"

No matter how psychic the artifact is, it is impossible for a cultivator to let the artifact guide him completely. After all, even if the weapon is psychic, how high can the intelligence be? Since Xia Yi did this, he intends to disturb Xia Yi's judgment , he thought-moved, and his body reappeared from the endless darkness.

"Your weapon is very good."

The saint deliberately chose to show his body, and asked Xia Yi to use his own judgment to drive the weapon again, so as to break Xia Yi's current state. Xia Yi looked at the saint, then at the Wuqi spear in his hand, and then Observing the darkness around him, he knew that he was still on the coast of Qingzhou. This darkness was just a kind of Taoism, but it didn't seem to be an illusion, because Xia Yi couldn't break it with the heart sword.

"You don't seem very strong

Xia Yi tilted his head curiously and looked at the saint general in front of him. He is much weaker than the saint assassin. At least the domain of the saint assassin can directly injure himself seriously. dead state. 1 f

"".

or Mu Xiaokuang

The eyelids of the general of the saint jumped, and Xia Yi suddenly said stupidly that he was not very strong. As a saint, this undoubtedly hurt his dignity, so he simply shrugged his shoulders, the saint's All of the coercion fell on Xia Yi at once.

"Since you want to face the real me, then as you wish, Eighth Prince, don't regret it.

"bring it on.

After finishing speaking, Xia Yi clenched his spear tightly, with a calm expression on his face. It didn't look like he was facing a saint at all, but an ordinary enemy. The saint roared and used his spear with all his strength to penetrate Xia Yi's chest. Yi used Wuqi to block it, but was hit by the sage who no longer kept his hands - - and sent him flying.

This made the eyes of many disciples of Qingyun Sect dim down. Sure enough, the saint is still the saint, and he is almost invincible under the saint. However, Xia Yi quickly adjusted back after flying upside down for a certain distance. The corner of Xia Yi's mouth With a trace of blood spilling out, he immediately raised his head and closed his eyes to recollect the smell just now.

"Huh? That's the holy power chair, it seems to be the embodiment of the power of heaven and earth, no wonder

Xia Yi muttered to himself, and understood a little more why the saint suppressed monks below the saint so much. Every move of the saint carries the power of heaven and earth. How does the personal power of a mortal compare with it?

The blow just now seemed to be a shot from the saint himself, but it seemed like a mountain had hit him. At that moment, the aura around him helped the saint to attack him.

And mortals defeating saints is equivalent to the power of mortals surpassing the heaven and earth. What is this if it is not against the sky? No wonder there is such a saying as defying the heavens and defeating the saints.

With the experience of fighting a saint once, Xia Yi is still very clear about the ultimate move of the saint, mainly in the domain, but it seems that different saints also have different powers, for example, the saint assassin is weird, can ignore distance and use The knife stabbed himself, and this saint general is strength

Using the power to completely crush him, this Martial Lord, does not belong to the mighty power of mortals at all.

"Eighth Prince, if you only have this level, it's not enough.

The sage general continued. He did use all his strength before, but Xia Yi was so hard that he was surprised. If it was an ordinary real monarch, the gun just now would have been enough to kill him, but Xia Yi was still standing alive and kicking. Body training - attainments on the road are not low.

"Well, of course not enough, I am the real king."

Xia Yi smiled twice in front of the saint general. He had a good impression of this saint general. Even if he was his enemy, he could tell right from wrong. Xia Yi didn't know what the ultimate goal of this saint general was, but at least he could One point is that he is just giving himself a chance to perform, but in the end he still tries to defeat himself.

And to give myself this opportunity, perhaps it is also to let Da Xia's prince's opposition party protect him.

In the end, I still can't control my own destiny-

Sighing, with a lot of helplessness, if it weren't for the constraints of the saints, his fate might have been even worse. Besides, these so-called constraints of the saints are nothing more than a consensus among the major forces of the heavenly spirit.

In other words, unless there is also a force on your side, so what if you break the covenant, and no one will redress for you. This kind of agreement actually existed before, that is, monks are not allowed to hurt mortals, but in reality?

Tap the screen to use advanced tools Tip: You can use left and right keyboard keys to browse between chapters.

You'll Also Like