The sword light is like snow, the figure is like electricity, the two of them attack and defend, the attack is like a storm, and the guard is as dense as the water splashes incomprehensible to the wind, the two of them go back and forth, and a hundred moves have passed in an instant. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

The strong wind overflowed, the punch and kick of the two, in this confined space, actually brought a whirlwind-like effect, the dirt chips on the ground, pieces of paper, under the staggered energy, actually rotated and flew, and the whole body of the return and detachment, at this moment, it seems that all of them have a killing intention, and none of them can become a weapon for harvesting life! A punch, an elbow, and a lean on the back, all with great strength at the moment, hit in the air, driving the energy to whirl, and even one of them hit the wall without hitting the strength of the political discipline, and the stone chips flew one after another, and the concrete wall was actually smashed into several cracks! The two of them were staggered, and the rubble in the room on both sides was flying, and the tempered glass was shattered, and it was like a demolition.

And Masaki also felt numb in his hands and feet, and the fight with Guili made him fully feel the terrifying strength and skill of a martial arts master in this ordinary world, it is hard to imagine that an ordinary person without any special abilities can contain such powerful energy in one move and one style! It is no exaggeration to say that every blow he blows gives Masaki a feeling of being hit by a car!

Only the Tai Chi will be unprecedentedly full operation, unloading, moving, looping, Masaki has never been as invested as this duel, wisps of dissolution of the fierce force between the fists and feet of Guili, a rigid, a soft, an attack, a defense, Zhengji's eyes flashed with excitement, although even if it is Tai Chi operation, but the part of his contact with Guili is still difficult to completely dissolve the energy, a slight numbness and sour feeling that he has a feeling of meeting an opponent in chess, and the Tai Chi that he has learned in the past is jerky and incomprehensible, but also in this extreme battle, it seems to have a deeper understanding。

Compared with the political discipline, he is more and more comfortable to compare, but the return of going all out is gradually urgent, and he is attacking with all his strength, and he is naturally an ordinary person, even if the endurance is strong, no matter how great the strength is, it is also exhausted, not to mention such a high degree of output, gradually, a layer of sweat appeared on his forehead unconsciously, and his breathing was no longer as smooth and orderly as he was at the beginning, and the strength of the moves also became slightly sluggish, which formed a sharp contrast with the more and more energetic the political discipline.

This may be the legendary overcoming of rigidity with softness.

Finally, the figure was instantaneous, and Guili stood in place with a katana in his hand, the vigorous movement and tense battle made his forehead unconsciously covered with a layer of sweat, and Masaki also gasped slightly, the intense exercise also made him a little tired, but it was hearty.

Guili didn't know how to describe his feelings now, he actually persevered against Zhengji, but looking at Zhengji who was standing not far away with Yun Danfeng, but for some reason, there was a faint trace of uneasiness, why the fight just now, Zhengji didn't return a move, it was all on the defensive, which he couldn't understand.

"Why don't you fight back?" said Guili's hoarse voice.

"No chance, I'm not good at punching and kicking", Zhengji spread his hands and said the answer that made Guili speechless.

"Arrogance!" Guili forgot about his nervousness, the expression on his face was quite angry, in his opinion, Masaki was completely contemptuous of himself, and he raised his knife and rushed towards Masaki again.

"Alas, why is the truth always unbelievable," Masaki sighed softly, what he said is indeed true, after opening the writing wheel eye, if you don't use illusion, he is a self-taught fist and foot that has been systematically trained, in front of a master who has been polishing his fists and feet almost all his life like Guili, he may be able to get a glimpse of the opportunity by writing the wheel eye in slow motion, and it is more than enough to dodge, but the attack is not easy, and even if he has the writing wheel eye just now, he almost couldn't notice that he was cut by a knife, and he has to say that the martial arts of Guili are the best he has ever seen!

Instinctively, Gui Li, who felt insulted, shouted and stabbed at Masaki, "Flutter!", Gui Li looked at the scene in front of him in disbelief, Masaki's abdomen was deeply stuck with his katana, this sudden accident made him unbelievable, this is true?

However, the next moment, before he could smile, with the same crow chirping, the figure stabbed by the katana suddenly turned into a flock of strange crows, scattering in all directions, leaving Gui Li, who was holding the hilt of the sword, looking at the scene in front of him in shock.

"It's over", Masaki's ghostly voice suddenly sounded behind him at this moment, and the whole body trembled slightly, and sweat instantly soaked his back.

"When!" the corners of Gui Li's bitter mouth twitched, and at this moment, he knew that the general trend was gone, so he simply looked directly at Zhengji.

"I don't seem to say that only eyes can activate illusions", Masaki's red pupils looked directly at Guili, and said expressionlessly, in the moment of the fight just now, the movement of his fingertips had already launched the illusion unconsciously in Guili.

"You, the most terrifying opponent I have ever met!" Guili looked at Masaki's eyes that left him with the fear of a dream demon, a trace of ruthlessness flashed in his eyes, and he lifted the katana, and suddenly wiped it towards his neck, but he would rather kill himself after seeing no hope of victory!

A trace of ripples flashed in Masaki Furui's eyes, grabbed his arm, and said without emotion: "Before you die, there are still some things I want to know, borrow your memory, I will give you a way to die in line with your identity!" After speaking, without waiting for Gui Li's response, the writing wheel turned slightly, and the memory of Gui Li appeared in his mind like a tide.

"Master, I want revenge! Please teach me martial arts!" A weak-crowned child stood on the beach, the sun shone on his face, with a hint of immaturity on his face but with a hint of hatred, looking expectantly at the middle-aged man in the monk's robe in front of him, the figure of the old and the young under the sun stretched for a long time.

"When you understand this Buddhist scripture, the teacher will naturally pass on your martial arts", the man in the monk robe flashed with a warm smile on his face, flashing a trace of pity and love, touching the child's bald head and whispering.

As soon as the picture turned, the weak-crowned boy had become a boy in his teens, with a face of perseverance that did not match his age, roosters crowing in the morning, sleeping at night, summer snow and autumn freezing, cliffs, beaches and temples, polishing his body everywhere, refining his muscles and bones, revenge, and defending his homeland, which was his only motivation.

"Return, it's time to rest! Remember, things must be reversed", a gentle voice sounded, and the face of the man in the monk's robe reappeared, looking at the boy with a loving face, with a slight wrinkle on his face.

"Master, what is this?" The young man sitting in the barrel innocently looked at the herbs floating in the water, and looked curiously at the master who was sitting on the side to add water.

"This is a blood-invigorating and tendon-loosening herb, bubbles every day, good for your body, training like yours will leave hidden dangers in your body," the monk kindly patted the boy's bare head, squinted his eyes and smiled.

Day by day, the boy who is maturing day by day has become an adult, and at the age of twenty, he is full of vigor and vitality, standing in front of the temple hall, looking at the five monks sitting on the ground resolutely.

"This is the task you are going to complete for the first time, take a good look at the information, don't embarrass your master", one of the white-eyed old monks took out a document from his wide sleeved robe, handed it to him, and said seemingly indifferently.

"Yes, uncle!" Gui Li took the document with serious hands, nodded and exited the temple.

As soon as the picture turned, he had taken off his monk's robe, dressed in neat black clothes, and stood beside the steamer, and in front of him, there was still the monk who was getting old, with a little relief in his reluctant eyes.

"Be careful all the way, master waiting for your good news, remember to pay attention to safety, and apply what you have learned", the monk looked at Guili, gently took off the Buddha beads around his neck, put them on his neck, and still patted his head.

"I will be a master!" Gui Li said with a smile on his face and a vigorous nod.

Again and again, again and again in the struggle between life and death, he appeared on the snowy mountains, appeared in the jungle, appeared in the desert, his green face gradually took off his childishness, the scars on his body covered up the glorious skin, became as resolute as a man, the murderous aura in his eyes became stronger and stronger, and the master was getting older and older.

The dark secret room, layers of books and archives, densely placed on the layers of bookshelves, holding a flashlight in his hand, walking lightly in it, cautiously observing the surroundings, listening to any wind and grass!

"Where are the archives?" he read silently in his mouth, lightly flipping through the layers of files, and suddenly his eyes lit up, and the words of the thirty-eighth generation of monk files appeared in front of him, a whole rack of file bags, representing different people, densely distributed among them.

"Perseverance, perseverance," he silently recited his Dharma name, persistently searching, and finally, the hard work paid off, and in thousands of files, he found his own share.

His fingers trembled slightly, his excited and apprehensive mood seemed to be reflected in Zhengji's heart, and he slowly opened the file, and then his eyes suddenly opened round! As soon as his hand was released, the file involuntarily fell to the ground, his face was full of fear and disbelief, and after a while, he slowly squatted down, picked up the file, suppressed his tears, and gently turned the pages one by one.

"Persistent, born in 1978, his parents are both intelligence agents of China, and he was captured by foreign forces, and after being tortured by the other party, he was tortured by the other party to make a confession, and he was interrogated with psychotropic drugs, because he was worried about the leakage of information, and the chance of rescue was zero, and the elder of the Discipline Hall of the Dalin Temple took action and sent him back to the ....... of Bliss." He looked at the file with blurry teary eyes, lines of handwriting, like an invisible dagger slashing his heart, devouring his reason, his parents who loved him in his memory were actually killed by a master who brought him up! They died not in the hands of the enemy, but in the hands of the master of Dalin Temple! This sudden change made his brain hurt deeply, and his chest was torn like a monster, on the one hand, the parents who gave birth to him, and on the other hand, he was the loving master who raised himself! He was faced with such a bloody choice!