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In an instant, he was already close to Shen Yan's body, his sensitive five senses didn't even have time to notice, only a vague shadow appeared in his eyes, and the next moment in the ice mist, a huge fist rose and imprinted on his chin.

In an instant, Shen Yan's jaw bones made a miserable cracking sound, a mouthful of teeth shattered I don't know how much, and the terrifying power poured into his mind, and the violent tinnitus drove a strong feeling of dizziness and nausea into his mind, his eyes were bloodshot, and his vision was pitch black...... A single blow had taken away all of his five senses, and the terrifying impact had completely exceeded his limit at the moment.

Shen Yan, who was stunned by a punch, flew upside down, he had become a living target, he obviously would not be let go so simply, when he broke away from the ground and reached the same level in front of the monster, his ankle was tightly buckled, and the arm that waved along it was like a flag whirring in the air, and when he came back to his senses, the frosty ground covered his face.

He was slammed into the ground, and the earth shattered again with great force, collapsing into a huge hole, and then the monster lifted its feet and stomped on it, and the force was bound to shatter even if it was a watermelon made of diamonds.

Shen Yan slapped the ground violently, turned over to dodge, and the moment he passed by, the monster's right foot trampled on the ground fiercely, the ice and stone shattered, and the ground that had collapsed for several meters did not collapse this time, but cracked hard, as if the floor was pierced by a sharp blade A gap, and the cobweb-like traces spread along the earth, and at the same time vented the energy that could not be fully poured out.

Shen Yan, who had no time to avoid the air wave, flew out and smashed into the collapsed ruins, causing ice mist and rubble everywhere.

He struggled to get up, but when he opened his eyes, he saw a burly figure falling from the sky.

"Tianluo Palm!"

Shen Yan struggled to get up and waved a palm at the sky, and the upside-down energy broke through the air, turning into a condensed palm print, as if the momentum of turning the sky upside down.

Correct...... With the sound of shattering, the palm momentum was instantly shattered, and the pure power suppressed any technique, true qi? Nimbus? Not a one-in-one enemy at all!

In an instant, Shen Yan's heart fluctuated tremendously, and he couldn't believe the scene in front of him.

"What...... Monster ......"

Thoughts arise with an endless sense of fear, he can't resist, how can he resist!

The huge monster spread its five fingers and pinched his head again, like a living target, Shen Yan was thrown out, experienced the flight trajectory of the cannonball, smashed into a building, and lay on the cold ground, breathing Ruosi, bleeding from his mouth and nose.

The characteristics of life are dying out dramatically.

What's more, the gray and white in his eyes are spreading dramatically.

Shen Yan can allow himself to lose, but such a defeat is too humiliating and ugly...... Not even the slightest resistance...... What is my previous struggle, this hundred years of penance?

The fighting spirit of a warrior was crushed, and the desire to seek the Tao as a cultivator was broken.

What else can be left of this mutilated shell?

In a trance, he opened his eyes and looked out of the broken window, the frosty and snowy land, and the chaotic scenes in his memory appeared in front of him.

It was the same that day...... It was snowing heavily.

……

That year, Shen Yan was just an ordinary schoolboy.

That year, the snow closed the mountain, and his hometown was plundered by hungry and crazy mountain bandits, men, women and children, and he was the only one who survived.

He has only one goal in learning martial arts, and that is to strengthen himself...... Not for revenge, but not for the sake of falling prey, not wanting such a humble death.

He was helpless and studied all the way.

But no martial arts hall will accept him, a little beggar who can't afford to pay tuition, and the big sect also depends on his qualifications, his qualifications are mediocre, and he can only be an ordinary sweeping monk when he enters the Shaolin Temple, and he has only learned a set of Arhat boxing in three years.

He was unwilling and embarked on the road of martial arts again.

This time, he was very lucky, saved a few people, bumped into a good inheritance, opened a few meridians in a daze, and was later caught by someone and accepted as a disciple of Bajiquan, which can be regarded as the real beginning of the martial arts road.

When he started boxing, he was six or ten years old, while the others were eight or nine years old...... Many people ridiculed him for passing the appropriate grade for martial arts training, so it was better to give up as soon as possible, and he could still farm and get a beautiful daughter-in-law and live an ordinary life.

But he is not arrogant or impatient, and keeps practicing boxing, day after day, year after year.

Four years have passed.

In the cold winter weather, his master taught him his last lesson.

In that class, he was the only one, because the others couldn't bear the pain of practicing boxing naked in the ice and snow, but he didn't hesitate to take off his robe and practice boxing.

However, when he saw him, his master shook his head and sighed: "Other apprentices, I hope they can come, but only you, I don't want you to come." ”

Shen Yan was puzzled.

The old man sighed slowly: "You are too hardworking, Yan'er, I hope they can understand what hard work is and what perseverance is, but you have this trait from the beginning, you don't need it, or rather, you have too much...... You are sincere in boxing, obsessed with martial arts, and even if you don't need anyone's teaching, you will eventually reach a realm that no one else can reach. ”

The old man's words changed: "But...... If you really dedicate everything to Wuhe Dao, then what are you left with? In this way, it can no longer be called a human being, just a tool born for martial arts. In your fist, you can't find your true self...... Without heart and distraction, this can get you to a state that ordinary people can't reach, but it can also make you tough and fragile. ”

"Yan'er, listen to the master's words-" The old man's words were sonorous, with a little sadness in his sigh, and three points of regret in his helplessness: "Give up martial arts, your life shouldn't be the only ......"

Naturally, Shen Yan couldn't listen to this sentence.

He has long been obsessed with it, and he can't extricate himself.

This is true when you start practicing boxing, when you enter the Tao with martial arts, and even more so when you enter the reincarnation space.

In his life, he is only martial, and he does not see my body - these four words are the best portrayal of his life.

And now, he has fulfilled that sentence.

The martial arts he walked were strong and fragile.

……

The color of trance in front of him dissipated, and Shen Yan heard the heavy footsteps, the monster that brought him an invincible sense of fear for the first time...... He was sincere in martial arts because he believed that martial arts were invincible, but when such a monster appeared that even martial arts could not defeat, his pillar completely collapsed, leaving nothing but nothingness.

It's coming...... Am I going to die...... Is that the end of it?

Shen Yan asked himself, his heart beating gently, he didn't feel unwilling, but a sense of guilt...... Guilt for whom? Is it for their own guilt, for the master's guilt, or for them.

He remembers...... It was the Crimson Nine, who carried him out of the abyss canyon step by step; It was the flower dance, which took all the effort and continued life for three days at all costs; It's the smile of Shi Yuanqi...... Saved him who had been bent on death.

- I can't die yet!

The heart beat violently, sending hot blood to the limbs, Shen Yan opened his eyes, spit out a mouthful of red blood, he used his only left arm to prop up his body, and stared at the front with a blurred gaze.

- At least, we can't just die now!

Supporting this mutilated body, he was covered in blood, losing life every second, he knew he didn't have long to live, but even so......

――I want them too, what do you do...... At the very least, there can be no regrets, and it can't be a drag...... What else can I do now? Even if you give it all you have, you only have the strength to throw the last punch.

"The last punch...... Oh, that's in line with my way of dying. ”

He smiled and whispered, "Master...... Only now do I understand the meaning of your words, but I have no regrets, and I have never regretted them, because if it weren't for that, I would only spend my life in the pursuit of self-righteous happiness, but I don't know...... I have already obtained the 'true self', so why should I pursue the lofty 'Tao'. ”

Raising his palms, he carefully observed the lines of each piece, looking at the rough calluses on it, he tightened his fingers one by one.

Immediately, from his lower abdomen, there was a crisp cracking sound, he untied the true qi cyclone, and surrounded him in a clear wind, and then, he shattered his Dao foundation, and the immortal spirit power of the Jindan real human level merged into the breeze...... Sacrificing all of his cultivation, the spiritual power and true qi disintegrated at the same time, turning into pure fuel to ignite the fire of vitality, just in exchange for the power of the final blow.

Boom...... With the sound of heavy footsteps, the monster was already approaching.

There is no sparkle in its eyes, there is only a pure desire to kill, this is the tiger man after being devoured by instinct, she can no longer recover, and will not stop killing until the catharsis of her power is over.

Shen Yan looked at her, there was no hatred and fear in his eyes, but a little bit of pity.

"Die with me, I admit you're a great opponent...... You, like me, have been blinded by instinct and falsehood, and you can't find your true self. ”

"Finally, let's meet the end together......" He swung his final punch, a weak fist landing on Zamula's chest, and endless white light lit up the sky......

In the white light, Shen Yan raised the corners of his lips, looked at the ice and snow in the sky, and whispered with a smile: "I am the only martial artist in my life, and I am not alone......