The neither high nor low voice fell everywhere with Yang Yu's eyes, spreading everywhere.
He has never been a person who likes to be dragged on. The reason why he stopped was not entirely because of his grace to the passing of Bodhidharma.
More importantly, it is still the ‘ethic magnetic aura field’.
His attainments in the "Yuan Magnetic True Body" are still a little shallow, and every time he launches, he needs a long time to accumulate momentum.
Until this time...
Ling, Lingchi...
As the sound waves echoed, there was an uproar outside the northwest city. Even if he was as bold as iron stepping, he couldn't help but take a breath of cold air.
There are thousands of tortures in the world, but Lingchi is definitely the most cruel and fierce punishment among them, almost no.
What is even more terrifying is that the person who mentioned "Lingchi" is a master with the highest martial arts skills and a master level.
And the goal is the king of a way...
"Yang Yu! I am the King of Northwest, you dare..."
Zhang Xuanyi finally changed his expression. His extremely fierce murderous aura was like an invisible palm, holding his heart tightly.
It made him tremble in his heart.
"Northwest King..."
Yang Yu's voice was clearly heard in the wind and snow. He looked at the broken knife in his palm and smiled:
“So what?”
Buzz!
Holding the knife in his hand, Yang Yu's momentum changed again.
If, a moment ago, his breath was vast and heavy, like the ground and the mountain, then at this moment, it was like the surging sea of ​​anger and huge waves were surging.
"If you kill someone with fists and feet, you will only kill someone with fists and feet, and if you kill someone with ink, you will be more than ten thousand. If you are not good at the best, you will be covered in the world..."
Yang Yu walked slowly with his knife, like a mountain moving:
"Under those clean hands, they don't know how many dead bones and dead souls are lying? When it comes to ferocity, how can Yang be as good as you?"
"This is……"
The old monk Xujing's pupils contracted violently, and his spine couldn't help but feel cold.
I felt that the young man holding a broken knife had a momentum that had merged with the world all over his body. With every move, the world in this void seemed to be moving with it!
Such momentum made him think of the senior brother who was trying to fight with King Zhao of the Western Palace that day.
Master Shengyun.
There are many people in this world who mention talent, but most warriors are actually not as good as competing with talent.
In the past 150 years, he has seen too many geniuses, but as time goes by, his martial arts are profound, he has far surpassed countless genius warriors.
Only that senior brother, even though he has practiced for thirty years more than his senior brother, is only one step away from the Martial Saint Gate pursued by the warriors in the world.
But whenever I think about it, I feel that it is still inferior.
Why is this so?
It is because his senior brother is close to the integration of Zen and martial arts, and can maintain the state of unity between Buddha and self when competing with others.
This state is also called...
“God of man and nature?!”
The two old monks beside Xu Jing felt as if they were struck by thunder and could no longer stand firm. A strong aura came across and couldn't help but take three steps back.
More than just everyone?
Under the city wall and by the moat, the group of martial artists watching the rivers and lakes all changed their expressions and their minds were intimidated by it.
The distance between the distance was as bright as a ray of light on his back, and his heart trembled.
The boss was moved and immediately suspected that this was the magical power of the Taoist fruit, but after sensation, he couldn't help but suck in the cold air:
"What kind of martial arts is this..."
Huh!
Outside the northwest city, the noise was lost for a moment, and only the sound of wind and footsteps were heard alternately. Everyone's momentum, including Zhang Xuanyi, was suppressed.
Only the old monk Xujing recited the Buddha's name loudly after a brief surprise and took a step forward.
"The courage and martial arts of Yang Shuzhu is really beyond the reach of people, but the Northwest King's parents killed him with their own strength, which was not only furious.
Northwest Road, I'm afraid there will be no peace anymore..."
Buzz ~~~
The bright golden light spread and turned into a golden bell that could be seen in the naked eye again.
Under the golden bell, the old monk shook his clothes and walked with his steps. The sound of muscles and bones tugging like muffled thunder sounded in his body.
Then, under the gaze of many twilights, an invisible big hand smoothed out the wrinkles on his skin and stretched them out!
In less than a moment, the originally shriveled and thin old monk pulled himself up by more than three feet. The whole thing expanded several times, turning into a knotted bone and a dark yellow complexion.
Three parts are like the Vajra of the Dharma Protector, and seventy percent are like the burly monk with the golden Buddha in the temple!
"The Great Perfect Vajra Indestructible Body is wrong, there is also the twelve-level Golden Bell Cover!"
Looking at the monk who was two feet tall and was cast like gold and water under the golden bell, Lu Qingting, in the distance, couldn't help but feel nervous.
Buddhist martial arts have always been easy to learn but difficult to master. Among all the martial arts, it is the most difficult to practice to achieve great perfection.
As far as he knows, in the past two thousand years, in addition to Master Bodhidharma, only three or five people were able to practice the top horizontal practice of the two Buddhist sects, namely the "Golden Bell Cover" and the "Vajra Indestructible Body" at the same time.
In two thousand years, dynasties have changed more than ten times!
The old monk's roar of the dragon is much inferior to the Dou Fo Yinyue that he had seen in the illusion, but this horizontal practice is almost comparable to it!
The only difference is that this old monk has not yet practiced the last move of the three major Buddhist practices, "Great Vajra Body" to achieve great success...
"This old monk..."
The iron stepping method shattered the ground, and his emotions fluctuated violently, and he couldn't hide his shock.
In today's martial arts world, Dachan Temple is gradually withering, and the contemporary host Xujing is very famous. Although its name is not small, it is among the top in the mountains and rivers.
But this is more because of his martial arts practice for more than 140 years, rather than how big he has done.
Even this great event rarely goes out of the temple in his life. If it were not for the personal assignment of Zen Master Shengyun before he sat in the transformation thirty years ago, he would not have been able to become the abbot of Dachan Temple.
However, at this moment, I am afraid that the rumors are untrue...
Huh huh huh ~
The extremely terrifying blood and energy were pressed, causing the sound of his Buddha's name to resound throughout the wasteland and echoed endlessly:
"I am not talented, so I will ask for three tricks on my behalf. If the donor can take it as much as possible, then we will go immediately and not stop it..."
"But if I'm lucky..."
Boom!
A large amount of snow mixed with mud and sand surged, like a dragon falling from below and turning over. As the smoke and dust spread, Yang Yu rose up from the ground, and the broken knife was delivered to his left hand, his right arm stretched, and he held the strong wind flow all over the sky:
"Why have to be so troublesome?"
The sound of a long roar is like the sound of metal and iron, and the qi and blood are intertwined with true energy, and the invasion of the sky is filled with golden and red mist.
boom!
Steps are like a mountain falling, and fists fall like stars falling.
An invisible aura lingers around Yang Yu, the ten dragons and ten elephants are extremely powerful, and the sound of boiling blood flowing through the body, like a storm of waves slamming the shore!
He was not very accomplished in the Yuanmao True Body Art, and he was unable to absorb the invisible aura between heaven and earth to refine his body. However, he could use this aura in the dark to restrain his magnificent power.
In the fight, the Yuan magnet is used as armor, and the force falls tens of the time and can be removed 70%!
For this reason, he gained the upper hand in the violent collision of Ma Longtu, not only taking advantage of the situation to suppress the situation, but also almost no injury.
At this moment, he was also keeping it. The void trembled when the fist fell, and the place where the fist fell was as the node, and the terrifying energy was storming.
The two old monks behind him, Zhang Xuanyi, who was on guard against the pill, and even a group of guests who dared not approach and could not retreat, were also included!
At this moment, everyone, including Xu Jing, temporarily lost the capture of external sounds, and the qi explosion could not catch up with this punch.
However, that extremely strong will was like a deafening roar, echoing in everyone's hearts:
"The fist will not retreat, I will cut my head off and send it to you!"
Frugal!
Absurd!
overbearing!
At this moment, the minds of all the spectators were raised up, leaning against the fist to patrol the sky, shaped like a big roc and will occupy it.
"Okay, OK, OK!"
When all the people were silent, the old monk Xujing, who was the first to be attacked, spoke, and he said three times in a row, with two broad and perfect palms raised.
It's subtle and simple, and this trick is not even considered a martial arts.
It is more like an ascetic monk who begs with his hands on the side of the road and accepts gifts from good men and women, without any fancy at all.
But with such a simple action, with the blessing of his true energy, true energy, and horizontal practice that he has practiced for more than a hundred years, a terrifying power that can move anyone!
In a trance, everyone felt that the earth was lifted up and faced the fist marks that fell like stars and sun.
Buzz!
In less than a thousand percent moment, the fists and palms meet.
To everyone's expectations, there seemed to be no collision sounds spreading, only faint ripples spreading from near to far.
"not good!"
Before the two collided, someone had already retreated repeatedly, but it was still slow. The moment the invisible ripples spread, they were knocked away by a arrogant person.
True Gang, all internal energy is destroyed.
Boom!
After a moment, the huge sound waves kept echoing on the snowfield. The raging hurricane blew the snow, and many debris in the gathering area were also blown to the sky.
Bang!
The collision of fists and palms intersecting finally rang.
"Master Xujing!"
At this moment, Zhang Xuanyi, who saw clearly the situation of the two fighting and had been preparing for a long time, finally could not hold back.
His body was like lightning, urging a restrained Tiangang Fist with divine power.
Before the ripples spread and the dust soared into the sky, it penetrated like lightning, leaning against the fist and hitting hard. The old force had gone, and the new force was about to be born Yang Yu:
"I'll help you!"
The Grand Master is the Grand Master after all.
Even though he has not had any experience in fighting with others for thirty years, Zhang Xuanyi's control over the battle situation is extremely exquisite.
It is the most critical moment for the two masters to fight.
boom!
A large mass of air exploded behind him. Zhang Xuanyi swung to swallow Lan Mingsan, and with a punch that shook the foundation, he swept the smoke and clouds.
In Lu Qingting's big change, he slammed heavily under Yang Yu's right rib, and the burning true energy was about to pour out.
However……
The heavy hammer fell, but Zhang Xuan's pupils suddenly shrank.
He saw a pair of calm eyes, and in the calm there was a burning light that was as fierce as golden sun, as if he was about to burn him to death!
"not good!"
Zhang Xuan was shocked and then saw the sneer on the corner of his mouth.
Being fooled!
He wants to retreat violently, but how could he retreat?
Before the thought flashed, a palm surrounded by golden light had fallen on its head. At its rage roar, he pressed his skull and grabbed the ground with his head:
Chapter completed!