The master of Wuxue hopes to reach the realm of Qi Jin, both inside and outside the home, and the highest state that mankind can reach at present is to transform Jin into the void. Even in the whole world, there are no more than five people. When you reach the realm of Qi, This is the beginning of the journey of a martial artist.
Qi Jin can also be called Jin Qi. It is divided into two types: exuding and introverted. Outward exhaling is bright energy, and introverted strength is dark energy. Bright energy pays attention to the outside in. If you compare people to glass balls, this glass Once the ball is hit by Ming Jin, it is as if it was hit by a hammer from the outside, breaking from the outside to the inside, and Lin Hu has reached the state of releasing Jin Qi, while An Jin is just the opposite. Once hit by An Jin, This glass ball seemed to have a bomb in the body, bursting from the inside out, completely breaking his internal structure, but the appearance might be as good as before. Therefore, it is a great leap to move from outside the energy to restrained energy.
When a warrior moves from the realm of dark Jin to Hua Jin, he can be called a generation of masters, using physics knowledge to explain how it can be called the transformation and guidance of power. Just like an egg, it will break when it falls on the ground, but it will not when it falls on a sponge, and Huajin can perfectly control the strength of the opponent's fight by its own strength, and dissolve it even with its strength. Give it back.
And Huajin is divided into two realms. The qijin is substantive, it is to materialize the energy, as if it is a small dust. Just imagine the damage caused by these extremely destructive dusts penetrating into the blood and bones of the human skin. How powerful should it be? And it was just a legend, what kind of realm it was, Jiang Minghao only heard his grandfather mention it. As for the realm of turning into virtual power, even Jiang Jianguo himself didn't know.
Jiang Minghao looked at all the capable people and strangers in front of him, he couldn't help but fell into thought. He followed his grandfather to practice Wuxing Xingyiquan. Before he was paralyzed, he only reached the peak of strength, but the old Mr. Yang in front of him was actually Huajin. In the realm of miniaturization, let alone the five of them, that is, all nine of them work together. They are not Mr. Yang's opponents. If you want to play with him, unless Yan Wang is your own father, otherwise, there will be a hundred lives that are not enough for others to fight.
"Mr. Yang, like you, a grandmaster who has reached the realm of turning energy into the microscopic state, and the state of mind has reached the point where he is immobile, how can there be such a frustration and inexplicable?"
In fact, for any martial arts master, on the road to martial arts, the mood is the key. Once the mood of the martial artist is shaken, then it is difficult for him to make great breakthroughs in martial arts. It is like a sniper. Once the mood is affected, If he can't step through that hurdle, every subsequent sniper will be affected, and even kill himself and his companions.
But what everyone pays attention to is not the state of mind Jiang Minghao said, but Mr. Yang's martial arts state: he has turned his energy into the slightest, especially Lin Hu. His eyes seemed to be two lightnings, staring at the old man in front of him. Lin Hu is considered to be the martial arts genius of the Lin family. He has practiced day and night since he was five years old. He has been practicing for twenty years before reaching the initial stage of exuding his energy. But the old man in front of him has practiced for a lifetime. At the realm of dynamism, this means that Lin Hu will have to practice for a whole life before he can reach the realm of the old man in front of him. How can he not be feared by the long journey of martial arts
"Haha..."
Old man Yang laughed like thunder, like a thunderbolt in the blue sky. The voice of Hong Zhong made everyone feel chills. It was completely mocking the weakness of life. He suddenly stopped his laughter and looked at Jiang Minghao with murderous expression. :
"Do you think that the old man, I have reached this state, does killing and repaying gratitude have anything to do with the state of mind?"
When Mr. Yang said this, the two stars in his eyes looked like the fangs of a poisonous snake, and the violent killing abruptly rose up, seeming to engulf all the lives of everyone present, making people look at it. Can't help but shiver again and again, but how many people want to die at the hands of this old man
"DaDa...DaDaDa..."
It was the sound of fingers tapping the armrest of the wheelchair, Jiang Minghao listened to the old man's words, his eyes stared back into his eyes without fear. It was completely a tiger that had forgotten his own life and death and supported only by licking and licking the wound, lit up. His own fangs are constantly striding towards death, but his fingers are constantly tapping the armrest of the wheelchair, as if to send some signal, and as if to relieve the pressure in the heart when facing the enemy.
"Old man, I am a soldier. In the eyes of soldiers, no matter how great the kindness is, but the loyalty is greater. Perhaps in your eyes, our lives are like ants, and blowing bombs is desirable, so why bother you to do it?"
"Okay!" Before Jiang Minghao finished speaking, Old Man Yang suddenly clapped his hands and praised: "Little baby has self-knowledge and is physically and mentally disabled. Then you can do it yourself, so that the old man will not do it."
As Elder Yang was talking, the two black and white air currents in his hands gradually dissipated, as if Jiang Minghao’s proposal resolved his inner entanglement. Elder Yang’s life is the journey of the martial artist in pursuing martial arts. On this road, he died. There are at least a hundred of his Tai Chi practitioners, but when he knows he has reached the state of microcosm, it seems that his mood has also changed. He can even feel the subtle biological changes and understand the true charm of nature. Since then, he has rarely Working with people, even the life of flowers and plants has some scruples.
"Fart!" Hearing that Old Man Yang made them commit suicide, Long Zhiwen picked up the broken knife on the ground, held it in his backhand, and swore at the majestic Old Man Yang:
"Lao Tzu is a soldier, a soldier of the Dragon Kingdom. Only soldiers who died in battle, not scared to death, let us commit suicide? You have Alzheimer's!"
"presumptuous!"
Long Zhiwen's words directly angered the old man in front of him, and saw that his right hand suddenly opened slightly, like a heavenly king Tota, and his thick coarse cloth sleeves rotated with his slightly supporting palm, as if the air flow in the entire space was shaking in this palm. The following condensed together, and it was completely a white dragon cloud circling between his fingers.
"Huhu·······"
Mr. Yang slammed it out with a palm in the air. The white airflow like a dragon cloud suddenly changed its direction, like a wild horse running off the rein, swimming towards Long Zhiwen at a speed visible to the naked eye. The airflow and the air rubbed together. The howling sound, like the roar of Long Yun, swam freely with the momentum of killing all living beings.
"Dang...Boom..."
The moment Long Yun came into contact with Long Zhiwen, he held the knife in both hands and slammed it across his chest. The Long Yun was like a steel knife made of metal, and it slammed into the broken knife in Long Zhiwen's hand. There was a roar of metal, but then, the broken knife suddenly seemed to have been struck by a hammer, and it fell apart in an instant, breaking into pieces like icy irregular fragments, and flew out toward the dragon. Zhiwenza go.
"Puff puff..."
At the moment those fragments plunged into Long Zhiwen’s skin, he felt that every part of his body was hit by dozens of hammers. With the metal fragments embedded in his body, he smashed into his internal organs and even his bone marrow. Long Zhiwen couldn’t bear it. Suddenly, a mouthful of blood spurted out, and the blood blossoms were like rain and mist, spreading a gorgeous blood curtain in the air.
Looking at Long Yun hitting Long Zhiwen, the pupils of Lin Hu and Jiang Minghao's eyes shrank sharply. They knew exactly what they saw. They both said silently:
Turn your energies into the middle!
When everyone sighed for Mr. Yang's extraordinary martial arts, three gunshots suddenly sounded in their ears.
"Bang...Bang...Bang...Bang..."
With an interval of less than 0.1 seconds between the front and back, after three gunshots, three golden warheads broke through the blood curtain, bringing the blood fog into a perfect arc, and as the warheads rubbed, three blood arrows were formed, like Seiya. Passed through the air and shot straight towards Mr. Yang.
Taking advantage of the moment when he was flying upside down in the air, Long Zhiwen pulled out his pistol and fired three shots directly at Mr. Yang. If he was an ordinary person, he would definitely be caught by the dragon because of his negligence when he knocked down the enemy. Zhiwen was wounded with three fatal shots, and even shot dead, but Mr. Yang had already reached the midpoint of turning his energy into the slightest, and was able to materialize the energy he produced.
So when these three bullets came, Mr. Yang’s eyes shrank sharply as the bullets went from far to near, as if locating the three golden life-threatening bullets, and his body crackled. The explosion sound of his body, as if there are small bombs hidden under every inch of his skin. With the explosion of the bomb, the coarse linen on his body swelled automatically with no wind, and the two black and white air currents seemed to be It oozes out of his skin, intertwining and circling each other, like two wandering dragons circling, forming a black and white Tai Chi figure the size of a human figure, completely enveloping his whole person.
"Boom...Boom...Boom..."
The moment Long Zhiwen was slapped to the ground with a palm in the air, his body seemed to be a disoriented wheel, rolling out nearly five meters before stopping, but the three bullets that were directed at Mr. Yang seemed to be It was three small stones that sank into the vast sea, and they only made three bangs like pebbles when they fell into the water.
"Fuck me, is this a damn martial arts novel or a fantasy novel? Jianglong Eighteen Palms? Cultivating Immortals?"
Wu Tian on the side opened his mouth wide in shock. The world is too incredible. Putting it in a book, perhaps he would believe that after all, there are no wonders in the world, but when he saw it with his own eyes, he still couldn't help but marvel at it, even not. I dare to believe my eyes, is all this true or is I dreaming
"Snapped······"
Wu Tian slapped Wei Debing's face severely. Five blood-red finger prints appeared on Wei Debing's white face, and he couldn't help shouting in pain:
"Oh, my god, why are you hitting me!"
"Little soldier, does it hurt?" Wu Tian's eyes stared at the old man Yang and Long Zhiwen in front of him. He didn't even dare to blink, for fear of missing the slightest bit of excitement.
"Nonsense, my brother, of course it hurts. If you don't believe me, I'll slap you!" Wei Debing covered his face with aggrieved expression, and said in mourning.
"No, no, my hands hurt too, this is not a dream, this damn thing is real, my grass, this earth is too dangerous..."