Two completely different ways of attacking.

The darkness of the Ink Wind Holy Pope is to condense the energy into a line, and the concentrated attack must be great to the point, plus he is stronger than Du Chen, and it is also said that he can kill Du Chen in seconds.

But my father's holy light purification is all over the space, and the lethality of the right point is still so strong, it is completely impossible to say.

The only explanation is that they were able to do energy control that Du Chen couldn't.

Is this what the Inkwind Holy Pope said about the subtle things that I was talking about before?

Maybe this is the true meaning of the martial arts in their mouths.

The Holy Light Purification of my father's previous move seemed to be spreading all over the sky, but in fact, he was able to control the energy in the slightest detail, without leaking a trace of it, which was subtle. And the state of my father at that time, like a god, controlling the entire space and borrowing the power of the world was the state of the self.

The unity of things and me, the unity of heaven and man!

Just like when you perform your own medical skills, entering that magical space, it is a principle to achieve the unity of doctors and people. It's just that this is a fusion of martial arts with oneself, not a fusion of medicine with oneself.

Why is it that in the same realm, both Father and the Ink Wind Saint Pope are so much stronger than himself, this principle, Du Chen already understands.

And the reason why my father didn't explain it to himself was that he had to understand it himself.

The reason is also here, only what you understand can be better done, others tell you, and you do it again are completely different things.

You know, understanding the principle, and being able to use it are two different concepts!

Is it nuanced?

Then experiment with your moves.

The Ink Wind Saint Pope shot at Du Chen with another flash of dark light, neutralizing the holy light shield around Du Chen.

Darkness!

At the same time, Du Chen also began to condense the energy in his body.

He is a martial artist who refines the gods and returns to the void, and he is also a strong man who has comprehended the law of backlight, that is, the law of darkness.

The dark energy in his body may not be as much as the Ink Wind Saint Pope, nor is it enough for him to be pure, but under the same realm, if it is said to be bad, it will not be so bad that it is desperate. What the Ink Wind Saint Pope was able to do, Du Chen was not completely hopeless and unable to do.

Laugh at!

A pure black light suddenly shot out from Du Chen's index finger, occasionally mixed with electric light. This is Du Chen's other ** rule, the point energy of the law of thunder and lightning.

Suddenly, where the dark energy slashed, all the light was absorbed except for the flash of the electric light of the dark orchid. A dark blue light formed in the space.

This is the domineering dark energy.

This is the darkness, but it is not the darkness of the Ink Wind Holy Pope, but the darkness of Du Chen's fusion of the law of thunder and lightning.

"I named this move, Youlan Darkness!" This was Du Chen's first attack since the start of the war.

"I can't help myself!"

The Ink Wind Saint Pope sneered and waved his hand, but it was no longer dark energy, but an upright light energy. He was originally the Pope of the Holy See of Oceania, a devout believer, and a dignified oracle of light.

Light energy is what he does best.

"In the name of my god, purify the darkness!"

The Ink Wind Saint Pope whispered lightly, and a white holy light spread out from his palm, forming a mirror-like circle.

But I saw that the invincible blue light actually shot into this mirror, and immediately dissipated without a trace.

It's like energy entering another dimension.

"That's it!"

The Ink Wind Saint Pope sneered and said, "Du Yifu, I have to admit that your son is indeed very talented, and he has comprehended the principle of the mystery so quickly. But knowing the principle and being able to use it are two different things. This trick is indeed very strong, and it is close to the rudiments of the mysteries, even anyone who doesn't know how to use the mysteries can't take it, but it's not ridiculous to use this against me! ”

It's too late, it's too soon.

This qiē may seem like a long time, but it's actually just a few seconds. Du Chen's dark blue energy, which seemed to be incomparably powerful, completely dissipated in the mirror of the Ink Wind Holy Pope. Immediately, the mirror, which was composed entirely of light energy, slowly dissipated into the air.

"Ridiculous?"

Du Chen asked softly, and he suddenly said, "Burst!" ”

"What!"

Suddenly, the face of the Ink Wind Holy Pope changed suddenly, and he said loudly: "Purify, suppress!" ”

Bang!

But he was still a step too late.

But seeing that the mirror dissipated just now, countless blue electric lights suddenly burst out.

The scope is large, affecting within a radius of three zhang. The explosive air flow is no less strong than that of a Category 12 typhoon.

What's more, this is not an ordinary explosion, but an explosion of electric light, pure electrical energy! Almost a point energy explosion of plasma is formed.

That is, at this moment, the Ink Wind Holy Pope is flying in the air, if he is down-to-earth, I am afraid that this energy can blow up a large pit tens of meters in body.

"Damn!"

In the midst of the lightning, there was an angry roar from the Ink Wind Holy Pope.

As the electric light dissipated, the figure of the Ink Wind Holy Pope slowly emerged, but it was not the majestic and solemn image before.

But seeing that his original three-inch white beard was scorched into an inch, and his white robe also became charred black, there was a smell of burnt clothes all over his body. A vivid image of an African refugee. Although with his strength, he was not injured in the explosion, but when it happened, he was not able to protect his clothes.

"Damn, Du Chen, you are hateful!"

The Holy Pope of the Ink Wind is already a little unscrupulous, who is he, the Pope of the Holy See of the Great Oceania, the messenger of God. The solemn and holy oracle is now like this, which is worse than killing him.

He said angrily: "This is not the power of the Ooyi, you are far from the Ooish. Why is this happening? ”

"You're right, although I understand the principle of martial arts true meaning, but I don't know martial arts true meaning, that is, the mystery in your mouth!"

Du Chen smiled and continued: "However, the principle of mutual growth and mutual restraint has been inherited by me since ancient times. Your light can restrain my dark energy, but my darkness is not only dark energy, but also thunder and lightning energy. Light is positive, and lightning is also positive. Light can dissolve darkness, but it can't dissolve thunder and lightning. When they meet, they only explode. ”

"After seeing my father's methods just now, I understand how terrifying you are when you are equal to your father's strength. My battle with you, even if I comprehend the true meaning of martial arts, is definitely not your opponent. In the battle with you, I am just grinding, not the main force. I don't want to kill you, as long as I can make you a wolf. Just like you are now, from a holy and majestic pope, you have become worse than an African refugee. ”

Du Chen said, and consciously swept over the Ink Wind Holy Pope.

His white robe was already torn everywhere, and even his red bottoms were exposed around his waist. Of course, at this moment, the red bottoms are also a little blackened by electricity!

"You... Bright... Mingxin! ”

"Poof......

The Ink Wind Saint Pope's face became more and more pale, and in the end, he directly spewed out a mouthful of black blood from the boss. His whole body also fell in the air, and even fell three meters before he stabilized his body and rose up.

"Huh!"

Du Chen sighed strangely, very puzzled.

It shouldn't be, what strength the Mofeng Holy Pope has, what kind of strength he has, he knows very well. That dark blue path could burn his robe, but it was absolutely impossible to hurt the Ink Wind Holy Pope himself, why did he look like he had been seriously injured now?

"Mofeng, you've already lost! My son has already touched the threshold of the true meaning of martial arts, Mingxin! ”

At this moment, Du Yifu spoke, his tone was flat, but he confirmed this fact categorically.

Du Chen didn't know that his battle with the Ink Wind Holy Pope seemed to be Du Yifu's experience for himself. But in fact, it was a battle of momentum between Du Yifu and the Mofeng Holy Pope.

At the level of Du Yifu and the Ink Wind Holy Pope, the strength is equal, and the strength becomes less important. Because in terms of strength alone, neither of them can help the other. At their level, the state of mind is the most important thing.

The battle between Du Chen and the Ink Wind Saint Pope was created by Du Yifu and the mood battle between the Ink Wind Saint Pope.

If Du Chen can understand the true meaning of martial arts, Du Yifu will win.

If not, or Du Chen dies in battle, then the Ink Wind Holy Pope wins.

Therefore, even though Du Chen was in a fog at this moment, he didn't understand what was going on, why did the Mofeng Holy Pope vomit blood inexplicably, and how could his father say that he lost.

But in reality, his battle with the Ink Wind Holy Pope was crucial.

The Ink Wind Holy Pope's mood was declining at this moment, his momentum was declining, his qi was unstable, and his mind was chaotic.

If the heart is in chaos, the small universe in the body is bound to be chaotic.

Therefore, although Du Chen's move failed to cause extreme damage to the Ink Wind Saint Pope, he hurt himself himself. It's just that this qiē, with Du Chen's current realm, is incomprehensible.

"No, I didn't lose, and I won't lose."

The Ink Wind Holy Pope roared angrily: "I am a divine envoy, with the favor of the gods, how can I lose." I believe in God, and God gives me strength. I have the five laws of light, darkness, water, fire, and thunder, and you, Du Yifu, you only have three, you can't be my opponent. ”

The Ink Wind Saint Pope spoke, and a colorless divine light suddenly flashed behind him.

White light, dark darkness, red fire, deep blue water, and blue electricity.

Even though the Ink Wind Saint Pope's robe was covered with scorched black holes, he still looked so holy and solemn at this moment.

"Du Yifu, let's fight fairly!"

The Ink Wind Saint Pope whispered softly, but his echo spread through every inch of space here, and at this moment, the Ink Wind Saint Pope's bearing as a divine envoy was completely emanated.

"You, who have broken your mood, are not my opponent."

Du Yifu shook his head, turned to Du Chen, and said indifferently: "Western powerhouses, it is said that they have comprehended their own abilities, but in fact they are given by God, of course, it is a question of whether the gods exist or not, their power is essentially the power ......of faith, and it is an external force."

"And we refine and refine qi, refine qi and transform gods, refine gods and return to emptiness, and the last, I don't know if there is a way to refine and transform the void......"

"This is the real power, our own power!"

"Du Chen, all along, you have made a mistake. Martial arts, martial arts, power is martial arts, and gods are the way. If you only care about strength, but do not know God, that is, you have no way! ”

"Martial arts are arts, and Tao is the foundation!"

"There is a skill but no foundation, it is equivalent to a tree without roots, no matter how strong it is, it is just an ant!"

"Today, I will teach you what is the real martial arts......

"You're good at it!"

After Du Yifu finished speaking, the whole person flew into the air, and the white light on his body became even more holy, and he said loudly: "Look how I use real martial arts to beat this Western barbarian who only understands external forces!" ”