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Legend has it that when martial arts cultivation reaches the ultimate realm, not only will there be a qualitative leap in strength and speed, but even people's temperament and heart will also be freely transformed between immortals and customs......

Shinjiro Abe once thought that this statement was just a folk legend, but he didn't want to see it today......

In his memory, the word white horse crossing the gap was enough to describe the fastest speed in the world, but when he saw the fist skills of Yang Meng and Da Lei Tian, his thoughts had changed drastically.

The fist speed of the two is fast, but the body is faster, even a martial arts master like Shinjiro Abe has to feel that this kind of speed can no longer be described in words.

His body was still receding in shock......

In his eyes, there are two gods and demons-like martial arts masters, fists striking each other without self or other......

But his sixth sense, which was beyond ordinary people, reminded him that the aura on the two of them that was still surging like a sea tide just now suddenly disappeared out of thin air as if they had encountered a trench at the level of a moat.

"This ......"

Shinjiro Abe barely stood still, and only then did he recover from his shock, but just when the afterimage in his eyes was just disillusioned, he saw the bodies of the two of them who had just swallowed mountains and rivers, and now they were like cold and stiff sculptures without a trace of life, standing quietly or sitting in the thick snow.

The swaying wind and snow shook the torn plackets of the two men, while their bodies remained motionless. Shinjiro Abe's heart couldn't help but be restless, but his hands and feet and even his eyes didn't dare to move at all......

Whether you move or don't move, it all comes from the heart.

This proposition used to be a Zen allusion to spiritual practice in the Zen tradition, but when Shinjiro Abe personally experienced this kind of 'movement' that was fast to the extreme, and suddenly transformed into the ultimate 'immobility' out of thin air, he realized that the so-called spiritual changes and suppression of Buddhism were by no means groundless......

Although it sounds a little illusory, it is for a master like Shinjiro Abe who has just got a glimpse of spiritual level cultivation. There's a mystery in it. It's even on top of the human body's cultivation.

Therefore, although the snowflakes that danced wildly soon gradually covered the bodies of the three people, although the expression on Shinjiro Abe's face changed many times in just a few seconds. But his slightly stiff body. In the end, I didn't dare to take a step forward......

The three of them remained motionless. Let the raging wind and snow cover them little by little!

It's the power of the heart, and it's a detachment that one can't look up to......

The snowflakes kept falling, but I don't know how long it was. When the first rays of golden dawn sprinkled and illuminated the mutton-fat snowfield forest like a gilded dream world, Shinjiro Abe, who was steaming hot above his head, recovered from his deep shock and fear......

"What a terrible boxing technique, what a terrible spiritual illusion cultivation ......"

Shinjiro Abe's eyes were red and swollen, but there were no tears because of the strange cold weather, and when he twisted his somewhat stiff arms with difficulty, his first action was not to wipe off the thick snow on his head and face, but to tremble and reach into his arms and pull out a palm-sized blood-red ocarina......

The outside of the ocarina has a thick layer of pulp, which seems to have been precipitated by the years and has been precipitated by the years, but it is such a small instrument, and the sound of the flute that can be played is like an old lone wolf in the wilderness, choking in the lonely and empty snowy sky......

"Woo woo woo ......"

The sound of the flute sounded for a long time, and the great thunder sky kneeling on the ground like a snowman in the distance was still buried motionless in the silver-white snow, only the eyes full of joy proved that until the moment before death, his mind was still awake......

"Great Thunder Heavenly Monarch, you are finally completely liberated......

Da Lei Tian's bones are thick and tall, and his strength is also unmatched, but both Shinjiro Abe and Yang Meng know very well in their hearts that there is still a big gap between the absolute strength of this pure flesh and the national martial arts kung fu that flashes with a hint of divinity.

When kung fu reaches this realm, a line can determine life and death, not to mention the distance beyond a line......

Therefore, even if Da Lei Tian regained his consciousness, his boxing skills and spirit once again reached the peak state before his sleep, but under the punch that could be channeled back to the sky, he could still only die with the seriously injured Yang Meng......

Thinking of Yang Meng's incomprehensible boxing skills, which could actually recall the consciousness that had been sleeping for many years like a near-deceased Shikigami, Shinjiro Abe's heart, in addition to disbelief, was only deep fear and reverence, "Although you and I were once mortal enemies, I have to admit that Your Excellency's boxing skills have a true divine brilliance......"

Yang Meng's body shape was not as exaggerated as that of the Great Thunder Heaven, judging from his relatively weak skeleton, it was completely incommensurate with the terrifying power he emitted, even if the body standing in the snow was now lifeless, but his heart, which was almost buried in the snow, still exuded an ethereal and illusory aura outward......

This is a kind of aura that only gods and Buddhas possess, as if his spirit and will are still only wandering in another dimension of time and space, and have not been annihilated with the fall of the flesh and skin......

"Breaking the void, you can see the gods and Buddhas in the sky, it turns out that the aura of this god and Buddha is really not something that mortals can look at directly, even if this Buddha has reached nirvana......"

Shinjiro Abe's mood fluctuated, and his arms were also stretched, but even after hesitating for a long time, in the end he still couldn't muster up the courage to take off Yang Meng's head, although he knew in his heart that it would be difficult to convince Yuan Shikai of the ending he said, but he was still unwilling to completely abandon his awe of ghosts and gods......

"His soul has broken through the void, so this Bodhi body should leave a thought for the future generations in the snowfield here, and think of this way of death, so as not to insult his identity as a grandmaster......

While speaking, Shinjiro Abe unconsciously turned around and stepped forward. Walking with difficulty in the wind and snow on the way, when the biting cold north wind blew on the two snowmen on the snow, there were faint murmurs in the wind as if sleepwalking, "Yui, our son has really grown up, not only proficient in the way of forbearance and strategy, but also understands the truth of a strong man's broken wrist, I will go back to China to find him, and make up for him with the strongest illusion of the Onmyoji......"

"The so-called entrance to life and death turned out to be the place where the foundation was broken through the void. And the so-called qi and blood transport. It's just a form of belief channeling, faith can't break through the threshold of life and death, it's useless to have qi and blood up to limbs and hundreds of bones, and faith can break through the void. As soon as the blood arrives, the vacuum will rob ......"

Footprints in the snow. It was soon overshadowed by the storm. However, when the noon sun shone directly on the snowfield, Yang Meng, who stood like an ice sculpture in the three-foot snow, was touched by the crisis of complete death. The entire will that followed the last punch into the space and space was suddenly successfully pulled back from the void in the heart that was broken......

Silk......

Call......

A simple breath took more than a minute, which showed that Yang Meng's body was on the verge of collapse at the moment, but it was this difficult breath that made his almost completely coagulated qi and blood, like a glacier thawing, slowly running in his body......

Puff ......

A heavy heartbeat, like thunder in the wilderness, sounded faintly in Yang Meng's body, and it was this morning bell-like heart rhythm that made the ice and snow around him have a wonderful resonance......

Quack Quack ......

A trace of cracks spread from the top of his head, and when Yang Meng raised his neck with difficulty to look at the big sun in the sky, two spots of pale golden light flickered in his eyes......

Call......

"Practicing qi in the month, refining the god in the day, but in the end, it turned out to be just a change in the spiritual wit of this innate Qi......"

Yang Meng slowly exhaled the cold yin qi accumulated in his body, and his body also exuded two completely different breaths in the crumbling shaking, one was gloomy and desolate, like a terrible ghost struggling in the Nine Hells, and a mighty and blazing, like the sky of the great sun......

These two breaths are not substantial, they are closer to the supernatural changes in spiritual cultivation, but when Yang Meng violently collided the two in his spiritual visualization, an image of a phoenix reborn in Nirvana unconsciously appeared......

One life is two, two in one, although the two seem illusory, but they are enough to make his body produce a real alternation of hot and cold......

"I use the void spirit to resist the strength, feel the meaning of the true fire of the daily refining of samadhi, under the three breaths, it will make the qi and blood endless, so that it can be regarded as truly stepping into the realm of vajra is not bad, although this style is impossible, but it is the divine method of breaking the void in the way of the golden pill......"

muttering to himself, his heart was full of great freedom and joy, and when his whole body melted into the warm sunlight and completely dispelled the cold on his body, Yang Meng suddenly took a diagonal step in his heart, like a mayfly floating on the angry sea, and slowly punched at the empty snowfield!

……

This punch is silent, slow, and energetic.

However, it was this slowly soaring punch that made the lead and mercury-like qi and blood in Yang Meng's body suddenly boil, and the moment the fist was handed to the end, the heart essence that was beating like a turtle speed was beating violently like a war drum......

"One punch out, qi and blood breed, a hundred veins are connected, although it cannot transcend the limit of life and death, but it will be the true meaning of nirvana rebirth in the void, so that this punch is worthy of the mother fist of the seven wounds boxing......"

Completely shaking off the ice and snow on his body, Yang Meng's whole body was steaming as if he was in a steamer, and when he turned around and saw the big thunder sky still kneeling in the snow like an ice sculpture, his eyes flashed like lightning suddenly softened......

"You are in a mortal situation, just to witness my boxing skills, you will retract three points of fist strength, such a heart-to-heart, I am really not as good as you......"

After breaking the void, he could naturally see the true nature of the Buddha, but Yang Meng didn't expect that when he realized the true fire of Samadhi and used the daily refining method to manipulate the qi and blood senses to step into the real life, he would be able to feel the changes in the strength of the Great Thunder Heaven before his death......

"Therefore, this fist should be called Nirvana along the meaning of 'returning to heaven', no matter what happens to Yang in the future, call it the true disciple in my sect, remember that there was a boxing master who did not care about the national vengeance, just to witness the martial arts of the void, he was willing to fall......"

…………………………………………………………………………………… (To be continued......)