"You won?"

Qi Wufu sneered all over his face.

He felt that Lu Xiao was telling a joke.

Walked up and looked at the book "Zizhi Tongjian" in front of the table.

The first page is intact, the second page is damaged.

Ziwufu laughed:

"You ruined the second page, and you told me, 'You won?'"

He felt like he'd heard the funniest joke of the year.

With his luck realm, he can at least destroy the number of pages through seven or eight hundred pieces of paper.

And this kid can only destroy the second page.

Just say he won?

Neurotic.

Everyone in Xingyimen, including most of the spectators, couldn't stop laughing.

Lu Xiao said lightly:

"You flip it back again. ”

Of course, Qi Wufu did not believe in evil and continued to flip.

The third page, intact.

The fourth page, complete destruction.

His expression changed.

Go on.

Page 5, intact.

Page 6, Finish.

Page 7, intact.

Page 8, Finish.

……

The more he flipped back, the more ugly Qi Wufu's face became.

He picked up the whole book and shook it, and there were small scraps of paper splashing, like rain.

A copy of the "General Guide to Governance", 1,364 sheets of paper, happened to be reduced by half.

All the even-numbered pages were destroyed, but the odd-numbered pages were intact.

There is no mistake or omission.

His heart was terrified, where could words describe it?

Qi Wufu, who claims to be a peerless genius, where can he stand it.

The Dao heart was frustrated, the true yuan was disordered, and a mouthful of blood was sprayed wildly.

followed in the footsteps of Qishan and fainted.

The people of Xingyimen hurriedly carried him down.

In this second game, Lu Xiao won.

In the three-game competition, Lu Xiao was devastating and won two games in a row.

There is only one last game left, the martial arts fist intention.

Those cultivators who were close to Lu Xiao shouted frantically:

"Immortal Linchen!"

"Invincible in the world!"

"Xingyi Gate, Native Chicken Tile Dog!"

……

Headed by Nie Changfeng, everyone in the Xingyi Sect had extremely ugly faces.

There is still one last game left, and if you lose, Xingyimen will be swept away.

In charge of teaching Nie Changfeng, he has to be Lu Xiao's sword slave and carry the sword for him.

Xingyimen can't afford to lose this face.

There is only one game, which can only be won and not defeated.

In this game, Nie Changfeng, who was the third in charge of the heavenly list, personally went into battle.

After both sides were ready, Wang Xuance announced the official start of the competition.

Nie Changfeng slowly walked up to the stage and said coldly:

"In this game, you or me first?"

"You first. ”

Lu Xiao smiled, "I'll let you." ”

"Since you don't know life and death so much, then this seat will let you see and see, the essence of my martial arts!"

Nie Changfeng's expression became solemn and solemn.

Pose the most well-known pile method of Xingyi Boxing: three-body pose.

Then he threw a punch.

The body rotates from static.

The fist wind is agitated, and the coercion is overwhelming.

"Mountain, hurry up and whip up the saddle. Looking back, three feet from the sky!"

"This punch is called Collapse Mountain!"

Nie Changfeng can rank third on the heavenly list, is it a waste of fame?

This punch really has the momentum of Mount Tai!

"The mountains, the sea and the rivers are rolling. The galloping is urgent, and the battle of thousands of horses is still in full swing. ”

"This punch is called Breaking the Army!"

The fist is like thunder.

Nie Changfeng punched again, and the strength cycle went on and on, endlessly.

The martial arts fist will break through the body, and the noise is in the dust.

"The mountain, piercing the blue sky, is not broken. The sky is about to fall, and it depends on it. ”

"This punch is called Kaitian!"

Nie Changfeng continued to punch, his momentum became more and more intense, and his fist intent became more and more intense.

It rose to the sky, and scattered all the clouds in the sky.

Xingyi Quan was reborn in the battle array, inherited for thousands of years, and is the most quintessential part of Chinese martial arts.

Nie Changfeng's talent has already integrated the essence of Xingyi Fist.

At this moment, he is not alone.

The martial arts saints of the past generations of Xingyi Gate——

Zhou Tong, Yang Zaixing, Xue Dian, Li Cunyi, Guo Yunshen, these immortal ancestors who shine in the long river of history are with him.

The martial arts fist intent he showed at the moment was created and deduced by countless amazing and brilliant Tianjiao of the Xingyi Gate for thousands of years.

This is the thousand-year-old heritage of Xingyi Gate.

Can one man win?

"Good!"

"The master will win!"

"The master is mighty, the master is invincible!"

Xingyi Men people, frantically clamoring, building momentum for Nie Changfeng.

"The martial arts fist intent displayed by Nie Changfeng is the crystallization of the wisdom of countless peerless Tianjiao in the Xingyi Gate for thousands of years. Lu Qixian was actually not comparing himself with Nie Changfeng, but with the hundred generations of Grandmasters of Xingyi Sect. ”

"How can this win? No matter how strong Lu Qixian is, it is impossible to overpower the Hundred Generations Grandmaster of the Xingyi Sect. ”

"Oh no, this game, Lu Qixian is in danger!"

The cultivators of the Immortal Sect were worried.

It's not a fair game.

Lu Xiao had no waves in his heart.

He said lightly:

"The crystallization of the wisdom of the hundred generations of grandmasters of Xingyi Gate is indeed admirable. ”

Nie Changfeng sneered:

"You'd better just admit defeat, so as not to waste everyone's time. ”

"Throw in the towel?"

Lu Xiao shook his head:

"Zixiao has never given up all his life. ”

"Although you are strong as the Hundred Generations Grandmaster of the Xingyi Sect, I Lu Zixiao can overwhelm the Hundred Generations of Tianjiao. ”

"Don't be ashamed!"

Nie Changfeng sneered.

Xingyi Sect people, many cultivators, are also ridiculed.

"What is martial arts?"

Lu Xiao suddenly spoke, like a divine voice.

"Stop fighting for martial arts, and don't do anything. ”

He punches,

But there is no wind and thunder, and there is only mercy.

Everyone shuddered indescribably from the depths of their souls.

"What is martial arts?"

"All beings are equal, everyone is like a dragon!"

"What is martial arts?"

"With the world in mind, the heart of the common people!"

"What is martial arts?"

"The great man of chivalry, for the country and the people!"

"What is martial arts?"

"Fight for your life with the sky, and die without regrets!"

"What is martial arts?"

"Don't cultivate the afterlife, don't ask about cause and effect. Cut off all the small things in the world, and vomit all the grievances in your heart!"

He played martial arts like a cloud.

Each punch clarifies the truth contained in it.

Warriors, beware of compassion, beware of the common people, should die for the country, should fight against fate, and be happy with revenge!

There is a martial arts fist intent, rising from him.

Straight to the sky, on the candle sky.

It was in the sky, and a colorful cloud was formed!

Splendid as splendor!

His martial arts fist intent was actually condensed into substance!

In the sky, two lines of large characters slowly emerged.

"Piff!"

"Horseman is a hundred masters!"

"A word!"

"In a word, it is the law of the world!"

Everyone only felt the majestic momentum, rushing to their faces.

Lu Xiao is alone, but he really suppressed the hundreds of generations of Tianjiao of Xingyi Gate!

Suddenly, the clouds in the sky condensed into two lines of big characters, the words are beautiful, and they shine brightly.

Bang!

At this moment, in the sky, a hundred phantoms appeared, shaking their hands at Lu Xiao!

There is an old man, dressed in Confucian clothes, with a long beard under his chin, demeanor and makeup, and holding "Spring and Autumn".

There are old men, Qinglan robes, fairy wind bones, and holding the Tao Te Ching.

There is an old man, with a majestic atmosphere, holding "Mencius".

There are old men, ethereal and dusty, inaction, holding "Zhuangzi".

There is a Buddha, pointing to the sky with one hand and the earth with the other, with a solemn appearance, holding the "Mahayana Dharma".

There are gods, three saints in one, with a clear countenance, a great light, and a Bible in hand.

These hundred illusory shadows are all great sages who have been brilliant for thousands of years in human history!

These phantoms are all incarnated by their spirits!

Although they have fallen, their teachings, almost immortal, will be passed on forever.

The martial arts fist intent expounded by Lu Xiao actually caused a hundred saints to roar!

His teachings have been recognized by all the sons of the saints!

The sons go holy, heaven and earth, the sun and the moon, be with him!

Everyone present, looking at this scene, was shocked in their hearts, and it was difficult to describe it in words.

Their bodies trembled.

Their souls trembled.

They bow down and bow down!

They threw themselves to the ground!

This is the birth of a saint in the truest sense of the word!

As for winning or losing this game?

Need you say anything else?

Lu Qixian is a contemporary sage.

Nie Changfeng didn't even have the qualifications to lift his shoes.

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