The cold eroded the light gold and accumulated layer by layer, making Meng Qi feel like he had returned to his childhood. Every winter, he would wear too much clothes and his movements would become sluggish. He no longer felt agile. When masters competed, victory or defeat could only be determined in an instant. , before he got rid of the cold and sluggishness, he saw that the punch was approaching him, so he had no choice but to retreat.
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The figure changed, Meng Qi moved with the fist and retreated quickly, but Wu Jizhen did not know when he had left the building, his feet stepped on the sea water, blue and black ice, dragging out two transparent traces, his fist did not slow down in the slightest, two The distance between them shortened rapidly.
As he flew back, Meng Qi's inner scene changed, and he acted like a bright sun. The light golden light flowing on his skin was filled with firelight, melting away the coldness, alleviating the dullness, and resisting the erosion of the ice and snow lunar sun.
Only then did Meng Qi have the energy to draw his sword.
But just as his right hand touched the handle of the knife, Wu Jizhen's fist sank slightly, and the whole force formed by the sword of heaven, earth and man suddenly penetrated into the uninvited guest, and it occupied the cardinal, making Meng Qi rise and unable to draw the sword, and he would be struck by thunder when he drew the sword. a feeling of.
Wu Jizhen's inner scene has become like a world. This punch brings the world with him, making it difficult for people to compete head-on.
Meng Qi's acupoints opened, trying to connect heaven and earth, and forcefully pull out the sword, but Wu Jizhen's fist changed accordingly, as if erratic, and the power of heaven and earth changed again, and the layers of coldness turned into invisible ice, isolating Meng Qi from heaven and earth.
Constantly changing and launching clever moves, Wu Jizhen's fists could always test the pressure in advance and control the energy, so that Meng Qi always gave up halfway and had no choice but to retreat.
Really, all the changes between reality and reality are in his heart. Meng Qi secretly took a breath, abandoned luck, abandoned the feeling of concealment, Yuanshi sat upright, the interior scene was in chaos, and there was no distinction between reality and reality.
In the beginning, because it was a ten-move agreement, it did not involve life or death. Meng Qi didn't want to expose the specialness of his Immortal Prime Realm, and planned to rely solely on the way of swords to deal with it. However, under the bright moonlight, he had no secrets left. If he didn't appear in the Prime Realm, it would be chaotic, and he was afraid that even one move would Can't stop it.
As chaos emerged, Wu Jizhen's fist moved slightly and was no longer so determined. Meng Qi was keenly aware of it, unsheathed his long sword, drew out half of Tai Chi, side-swiped Wu Jizhen's fist, avoiding the sharp edge, and moved a thousand pounds in four or two strokes.
Wu Jizhen flicked his wrist and spread his fist, like a snake catcher, with unusual flexibility and deflection. He grabbed the back of Meng Qi's knife, and the shadows of his claws condensed, like a mirage in the falling ice and snow.
Meng Qi swung his sword, and claws shot out. But Wu Jizhen's palms, fingers, fists and claws changed continuously, no slower than Meng Qi's sword moves. There was no chance of him being unable to keep up. Each sword and hand was like a pair of dancing butterflies. It creates a wonderful and lively scene, with thunder snakes and snowflakes taking off, and the ice and ocean becoming the same color as lightning.
The sea for dozens of miles around turned into solid ice. I don't know how many feet it spreads down, but the thunder in the sky shines brightly, competing with the bright moon.
After several moves, there was still no collision between the sword and the hands of the two sides. At this time, Wu Jizhen's left hand that had been behind his back suddenly reached out.
Meng Qi suddenly 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, giving people the feeling of being alone and crying.
And Wu Jizhen stands proudly in this world, as if he is the master of heaven and earth, filling every space with his fists and claws, making Meng Qi unable to dodge and nowhere to dodge. Everything is true. No matter how difficult it is to avoid weakness, it seems that the only option is to resist. .
Meng Qi took a deep breath, his body suddenly swelled, and he was as powerful as the sky and the earth. The lightning of the wound in the sky floated in his hand, converging on the tip of the knife. A little whirlpool-like pinhole stood out, crackling and rumbling, as if the thunder god descended to punish the sky. Shi, with a condescending attitude and fierce and domineering sword power, faced the punches and claws.
Just as they were about to collide, the light from Meng Qi's sword suddenly dissipated, and the sky was filled with a sea of blue and purple thunder and lightning, jumping and flashing, covering up the long sword and confusing his fists and claws.
The ocean parted, and the light of the sword was like a fish leaping through a dragon's gate. It passed through the fist and claws with lightning and thunder, and went straight to Wu Jizhen's true face.
Wu Jizhen turned his elbows inward, and the layers of cold air condensed into blue ice cubes, cutting endlessly, dragging the long sword, forcing Meng Qi to change his moves.
Then, he reached back with his right hand, spread his fingers like a blooming winter plum, and brushed Meng Qi with his back. His posture was elegant and gave people an infinitely beautiful feeling.
The ice and snow are dead and monotonous, and the plum blossoms are bright, describing the intensity of life.
The splendor of this terrible life that wiped out death, with the love for life and the thought of death, changed inexplicably, making Meng Qi feel that he was undefended. The long knife, fists and feet were all blown under this brush. There are so many omissions, just like using a bowl-sized net to catch fish as thick as ten fingers, leaving a big hole for the opponent.
Meng Qi retreated again, quickly retreated, and slashed forward with his long sword, dividing one into two, two into four, and four into eight. There was no difference in strength or thickness, forming a dragnet, trying to resolve it layer by layer.
When the intensity of life could not withstand the dead silence of ice and snow, Wu Jizhen's flick caused the light of the sword to converge strangely, hitting the back of the sword just in time.
A fierce cold hit him, and the purple lightning and green thunder floating on the surface of Tian Zhizhi condensed into ice. Meng Qi's five fingers shone with light gold and were frozen on the hilt of the knife, making it difficult to isolate him from the cold.
Meng Qi's expression changed, his right hand shook, and the palm of his hand was broken off at the wrist, leaving the coldness with nothing to cling to. He held the jade-cutting knife in his left palm, and moved quickly. Before Wu Jizhen could react, he slashed four times in front, left, right, and back. Swords, whether fast or heavy, feminine or masculine, all the learning and understanding in a lifetime are integrated into these four swords. They can open up the world, lightning and thunder, misty questions, heavy pressure on the body, and because it is a left-handed sword, it is extremely unpredictable. feeling.
Wu Jizhen clasped his hands together, as if forming a seal, and the cold light of the ice soul surged out of his body, engulfing all four sword lights, leaving a blanket of white.
Suddenly, Meng Qi withdrew his long sword, contrary to common sense, then took a look at the cardinal and slashed it out.
With a click, Bai Mang separated, and the long knife struck Wu Jizhen's body.
The ice and snow shattered, the cold air rose, and it seemed that only one ice sculpture was broken.
Behind Meng Qi, white mist gathered, and Wu Jizhen reappeared. He put his right thumb against his index and middle fingers, let out a long sigh, full of dejection, and gently tapped Meng Qi.
This was awkward and heavy, embodying endless sorrow and persistence. Meng Qi's heart surged with it. He thought of the evil intentions of the Six Paths, of fate being in the hands of others, and of the words of relatives and friends that Gu Xiaosang said. He felt depressed and struggled painfully. I just feel layers of shackles on my body, and I just want to draw my sword, cut them all off, and gain great freedom, great liberation, and great freedom.
Unfortunately, at this time, the golden giant Buddha appeared, pointing to the sky and touching the ground. Meng Qi regained consciousness. The emotion that had been squeezed in his heart for a long time was aroused by Wu Jizhen, and a huge loophole appeared.
Meng Qi was about to draw his sword to block the attack, but suddenly he saw Wu Jizhen's eyes full of nostalgia, enthusiasm and intoxication with exploration.
Those who are dejected are just farewell
At this moment, Meng Qi had an inexplicable feeling. What Wu Jizhen saw about himself was completely different from what he knew, and he couldn't stop this.
Normally, when the two sides fight, they will see no illegal physical and bloodline moves, the application of the power of heaven and earth, and the mastery of laws. But at this moment, Meng Qi believed that what Wu Jizhen saw was not these, but something else. Just like a pot of flowers, what he saw were the petals, stamens, roots, soil, disk, sunlight and veins, from which he found the cardinal. What Wu Jizhen saw was a completely different trend such as the strong dependence on life and death.
If you can't be in the same line of sight as him, you won't be able to understand where he will hit, and you won't be able to resist.
Meng Qi could no longer care about anything else. He was running the Yin and Yang Seal, changing Yin and Yang, and changing life and death, trying to interfere with it. At the same time, he quickly retreated, widening the distance, intending to isolate the two sides with a range attack.
Why. Wu Jizhen withdrew his hand and made no further moves. He stepped on the frozen ocean with his feet, his expression full of desolation.
No need to compete, it is quite possible for you to block my ten moves, but he shook his head, looking bored, but you have no intention of martial arts, it is boring.
He put his hands behind his back and walked slowly towards the ship.
Meng Qi, the heart of martial arts, did not expect such an ending and asked in shock.
How could I not have the heart for martial arts
Wu Jizhen did not turn around and said calmly: You have a strong desire to become stronger, the motivation to put it into practice, and the suppression and dangerous spurs. In the eyes of ordinary people, this may be the heart of martial arts, but you have no enthusiasm for martial arts. , there is no pursuit of Tao, for you, it is a tool, a weapon, nothing more.
He looked up at the sky and murmured to himself: What is the great road and what is life
How to see through life and death, break the eternal silence of death with the brilliance of a moment, and understand the magnificence of heaven and earth
All moves, all exercises, excluding appearances, are elaborating and pursuing these
Meng Qi frowned slightly. Shouldn’t these things be considered rationally
If you don't experience the world, don't invest in strong emotions, you won't understand the beauty of the Tao, the beauty of life and death, the beauty of love and hate, just like the summer insects that cannot be spoken. Wu Jizhen shook his head, you go to Sanxian Island and wait, every once in a while, the Tao Association will If you have any questions, please ask me for help. . .