Zhou Yi was determined in his heart, and he immediately used killing moves one after another. In an instant, the Butterfly Love Flowers danced all over the sky, and all the powerful attack methods of various sword techniques that Zhou Yi mastered were released like mercury pouring out on the ground. Every move and every style was filled with murderous intent, leaving no room for any leeway, and in an instant, the situation was reversed again.
However, the old man, who was attacked by Zhou Yi, still held his orchid finger with one hand, and his hands were changing in various ways, as graceful as a woman, and he turned Zhou Yi's murderous intention into nothingness in a few strokes. After a few moves, he couldn't help but brighten up and praised: "Zhang Sanfeng's disciple, this swordsmanship is really good!"
At this point, Old Man Mickey suddenly changed his technique. His two hands flew left and right like butterflies flying through flowers, creating numerous phantoms that came to attack Zhou Yi in layers. He wanted to resolve the situation quickly.
Immediately, both sides showed their strengths, swords and fingers were flying, and the battle in the tower soon came to a stalemate.
The old man Mickey's moves were faster than the last, and gradually he disappeared, leaving only an elusive black afterimage moving in the air. Even with his miraculous spiritual perception, Zhou Yi could barely determine the old man's whereabouts.
The sword energy stimulated by the Butterfly Flower in his hand diffused in the air, but even Zhou Yi himself was not sure how much of the sword energy could actually hit the old man Mickey, whose movements were as fast as a ghost.
As he was feeling anxious, Zhou Yi suddenly remembered what Zhang Sanfeng had said on Mount Wudang the other day.
"The enemy is fast, I am slow, I will strike back and win!"
Thinking of this, Zhou Yi suddenly slowed down the speed of his sword and used his fists and sword at the same time. As his body and limbs slowly danced, the majestic Jiuxiao true Qi quickly formed a vast Zhenwu Yuan Qi field, which was gradually absorbed into the surrounding environment.
"Zhenwu Yuanqi Fist?"
The old man Mi had a very sharp vision. He immediately pointed out the name of this peerless martial art when he just saw Zhou Yi's starting move. He thought that when Zhang Sanfeng's "Nine Heavens Scripture" was perfected, it was with this unique skill of "Zhenwu Yuanqi Fist" that he swept away the demons, competed for the Central Plains, and opened up the century-old foundation of Wudang. Therefore, the power of this boxing style is naturally self-evident.
When Old Man Mickey saw that Zhou Yi was about to perform such a powerful move, he made a prompt decision and attacked at full speed, using all his strength and his unique skills to help Zhou Yi perform this unprecedented powerful move.
I saw him moving his left index finger as fast as the wind, and coming towards Zhou Yi with a sharp hissing sound. In the blink of an eye, it quickly slashed towards Zhou Yi's chest and abdomen.
What a pity, Zhenwu Yuanqi Fist is the best defensive boxing in the world, which contains the solemnity of a tortoise and the lightness of a snake, and it is ever-changing between reality and illusion, with defense in attack and attack in defense. Even though the old man's fingers were flying, it was difficult to break Zhou Yi's defense. After fighting for dozens of rounds, the old man's face became uglier and uglier.
"It's true that heroes emerge young! You are awesome, kid, but you won't be so lucky next time!" The old man suddenly let out a sharp scream and immediately changed from flying forward to flying backward. He changed directions at high speed without any pause, and this skill amazed Zhou Yi.
As the old man Mi retreated, he quickly raised his hand, and a rusty black iron stick came quickly from a distance. At the moment when the man and the stick came into contact, something strange happened.
Zhou Yi felt that the moment the worn-out long stick fell into Old Man Mic's hands, Old Man Mic and the stick instantly combined into an inseparable and integrated whole. It was a strong and profound feeling, subtle and indescribable.
Old man Mickey's eyes suddenly lit up as he held a long stick in his hand. His eyes flashed with divine light at the same time, covering Zhou Yi, making Zhou Yi feel as if he was almost seen through, as if he was naked, exposed to the cold wind and snow.
Zhou Yi could even feel that at the moment when Old Man Mickey grasped the stick, a huge wave of energy as strong as a solid wall of steel, invisible but real, was rushing towards him with the long stick as its center, forcing him to resist with all his strength and to muster up fighting spirit, otherwise he would be frightened and defeated without a fight.
Buzz!
The Dielianhua suddenly stirred up a fierce sword sound, which made Zhou Yi reach the superb state of unity between man and sword in an instant. The ninth level of Jiuxiao true Qi quickly circulated all over his body, ready to go!
"Real Kung Fu is here, young man!"
After saying that, the old man immediately waved his stick nine times in the air. The dancing black iron stick immediately emitted a sharp whistle. All of a sudden, the fog in the whole city seemed to be sucked into the wind of his stick.
His stick was extremely long, and it became increasingly pointed towards the tip, like a living, uncontrollable object. In his hand, it made all kinds of sharp noises: like a lion's roar, a tiger's howl, a wolf's howl, and an eagle's whoosh. At the same time, the stick also twisted, twitched, and bounced constantly, like a dragon, but this dragon was dancing in Mickey Mouse's hand; like a snake, but this snake was controlled in Mickey Mouse's palm.
The old man's stick dance was like a giant, and Zhou Yi, who was several steps away, immediately changed his expression. At this moment, Zhou Yi immediately felt a special feeling that he had never felt before:
That's the feeling of "ferocious".
"It's so fierce" that it's as irresistible, unmatched, irresistible and incomparable as "death".
So, this is what it feels like to be dead
However, this stunning stick move was vaguely different from Young Master Xiaoyan's Immortal Seven Illusions 'Life and Death' which purely represented "death".
How could this white-haired old man, waving a stick in his hand and not even deciding who to hit on the head, make hundreds of thousands of people in the audience feel like they were dying
At this moment, all the vitality in the entire tower was taken away by the "evil" energy brought by Old Man Mickey's stick pointing to the sky.
Zhou Yi would never let this old man control the situation on the field, but just as he was about to draw his sword to fight back, Zhou Yi, who had experienced many battles and became stronger when facing stronger opponents, had an unprecedented feeling at this moment:
That stick didn't seem to be "violent" but "empty".
Everything is "empty", there is no feeling.
There is no fighting spirit, no resistance, no road, no strength, no stick, no finger, no enemy or friend, and even nothing is gone.
That is emptiness, that is nothingness. So there is no such thing as winning, no such thing as losing, no such thing as life, and no such thing as death.
Zhou Yi did not expect that the opponent's stick would have such an effect.
Such a terrible power! That is not a power that exists. It is not "there". It is a power that is omnipresent and yet "nothing".
It is "emptiness"!
Not only is it empty, but all four elements are empty, and there is danger hidden in the emptiness:
All four are evil!
A stick pointed to the sky, all four elements are evil! (To be continued)