No. 1 in the world, No. 1 in the world?

Miyamoto Kenjo was hit by a punch, and he didn't even react, he had already punched and raised his palm to block it, but he was still hit and flew out!

Boom——!

Stepping on the ground, Miyamoto Sword Saint stood up, and at this time, Wang Qinglian's voice was full of laughter, which was full of ridicule!

"The magistrate forgives sins!"

Wang Qinglian's fist didn't know when it appeared again, Miyamoto Sword Saint was covered in hair, but suddenly shouted, and the Taiji platform under his feet shattered a large piece, he was strong with one arm, and punched Wang Qinglian's arm, the strength of the two sides intersected, like a dragon fighting a tiger, and in an instant, even the bodies of the two people sank down a few points!

"Five escapes out together..... I've already done the real thing. ”

The little heavenly master said this, and the rest of the masters also saw that at this time, even though the Miyamoto Sword Saint had performed various horizontal exercises and breathing techniques, it was still Wang Qinglian who was still able to beat him in terms of qi and blood, skills, and even strength!

The gap is a little too huge, but Miyamoto Sword Saint is not afraid in his heart, he is just full of surprise at Wang Qinglian's tricks, which has made him a little confused, and at the same time there is vigilance in his heart, which is a trick to prevent Wang Qingcurtain from getting hurt before.

If it was really a hundred-step flying sword, he was afraid that he would not be able to survive the hundredth round, and he would never be allowed to find the right time to make a move.

No one wants to die in vain, that good head is placed on the neck, and no one will dislike this thing getting in the way!

Of course, Miyamoto Sword Master is even more disliked, but the other party seems to be very disgusted, which causes the other party to not want to kill himself all the time, and under this hidden threat, his own judgment seems to be difficult to work.

Under the pressure of five fingers, the Miyamoto Sword Saint suddenly clawed out, and slashed in front of Wang Qingcurtain, this time the strength brushed through, it was like a steel knife cutting the sky and the ground, and it seemed to tear people's flesh and blood diagonally, even if it was Wang Qingcurtain, it was a little slower, and it was swept a little by this hand knife, oozing some red.

"It's the pores that hit the energy...... It's really like a sword momentum. ”

Wang Qinglian laughed, and didn't care, and the Miyamoto Sword Saint narrowed his eyes, and his momentum rose again, and at this time he strode out, his hands turned into a treasure sword and a divine sword, and he even slashed and slashed, and that momentum and power had already made up his mind to kill Wang Qinglian here!

"Hand swordsmanship, this is a very powerful technique, gathering the strength on the side of the palm, like a sword attached to the hand, very ferocious, but there are huge requirements for the solidity of flesh and blood. ”

Someone spoke out, with admiration and surprise, and at the same time, someone on the side spoke, and his tone was indifferent: "This is normal, the palace itself is the current sword saint of Dongying, if he doesn't know this kind of trick, it will make people laugh off their big teeth." ”

Many big boxers outside the stage watched it intriguedly, but on the stage there was an undercurrent, killing machines in all directions, Miyamoto Sword Saint split twenty-one palms in a row, and then grabbed a gap, and the fierce light in his eyes appeared, and he pressed against Wang Qinglian's head!

Big Kunlun gold line split!

It's not hand swordsmanship, it's a splitting fist!

Wang Qinglian made a move, grabbed it, and at this time, the fist wind was shadowy, and the hand of the Miyamoto Sword Saint had already slashed at Wang Qingcurtain's body, but before he had time to be happy, his palm had already passed through Wang Qingcurtain's body!

Unreal?

Are you kidding?!

A punch has smashed into the face, Miyamoto Sword Saint suddenly dodged, and then his body retreated, and Wang Qingcurtain chased over, in this short moment, the two fought again, from the east to the west of Taijitai, the entire ring venue seemed to have a continuous small earthquake, those martial artists who were not strong in boxing were already pale, because there were two people on the stage, the strength of any one of them was enough to kill them in an instant.

can't even resist a punch, and even in the real confrontation, it's impossible to see how the opponent shot.

Only those big masters were more and more solemn, and they could see that at this time, Wang Qinglian seemed to be teasing Miyamoto, but it seemed to be intentional, as if he was forcing him to do something.

Miyamoto Sword Master found a problem in this short fight, his fist can sometimes touch Wang Qinglian's body, but sometimes it passes through directly, which seems to be a confusion in the sense of space, and has nothing to do with the sense of time.

I had indeed anticipated his attack, but I made a mistake in distance, resulting in a downfall and retreat!

"Eighth sense? impossible!"

This thought instantly popped up in Miyamoto Sword Saint's heart, but he quickly denied this answer, because he had really fought with Xiao Tianshi, and he knew what was going on with the eighth sense, that was the moment he punched and moved his sword, and it was impossible to kill the other party.

Moreover, this is still an incomplete eighth sense, that is to say, the little heavenly master has not yet completely become the realm of Taoism and nature, the five aggregates and the eighteen realms.

All space, all near and far, meaningless, this is the eighth sense.

Of course, it is very mysterious, in fact, it is not so powerful, at least it is impossible to have a situation of tens of thousands of miles in a day, it is a real immortal, not a human.

This is talking about fist fighting, that is, whether it is a long-distance sniper or a close-range hand, it is useless for the eighth sense, it can be heard without seeing it, and it can move with sincerity, and it can predict all misfortunes.

According to Taoism, it is because the self is nature, so under nature, all hostility is unnatural, and nature can be perceived by nature.

According to Buddhism, the five aggregates and eighteen worlds, the six divine consciousnesses, all in the eighteen worlds, all reckless actions are difficult to escape the Buddha's eyes.

Wang Qinglian's movements at this time are still parrying and blocking, if he had touched the eighth sense, then he would have lost a long time ago, and he would still fight here until now?

The other party is indeed more powerful than himself, but it is not too much, all in all, Miyamoto Sword Master still has a stunt that has not been cast, but he must see the right time, he is a confluence of killing moves, in an instant, but if it is not hit, there is a huge gap.

One second, for ordinary people, is just the blink of an eye, but in boxing fighting, one second is enough to make a master die three times.

For the armillary level, it is even more so to move the whole body with one hair!

"Heavenly officials bless, there are no taboos!"

Wang Qinglian's voice resounded in the ears of Miyamoto Sword Saint, he breathed violently, his eyes flashed with staggered light and shadow, and in an instant, he found the exact location of Wang Qinglian's shot!

That's the place, you can kill it!

This move is vast and fierce, as fast as a thunderbolt, but in the same way, Miyamoto Sword Saint saw the problem with this trick, and he couldn't convert it in time after punching, and it was okay if he was dodged, but if it was controlled, then the other party would reveal a real flaw for a moment!

It's really hard work, which gives me a big benefit!

Boom ——!

The strength opened the sky, and the palm pressed over, and the Miyamoto Sword Saint's chest turned in one go, hitting up and down, one hand was a tiger claw, and the other arm suddenly waved forward!

Half of his body turned around, Wang Qinglian's fist was taken down by the Miyamoto Sword Saint, and his elbow and claw were suppressed, followed by Wang Qinglian's eyes moving slightly, and he pulled out the ribs of the Miyamoto Sword Saint with one claw!

Boom ——!

Qi and blood erupted into thunder, one arm of Miyamoto Sword Saint hit back, and with his other hand, he cut Wang Qingcurtain's arm and pushed it forward, and then the iron elbow greeted Wang Qingcurtain's front door!

The elbow is not hard to resist, and Wang Qinglian is naturally no exception, so his body is restrained, his left hand shakes a hammer, and his right hand swings a whip, and it is the moment when these two fists are staggered, Miyamoto Sword Saint grabs the gap!

A palm is like a single knife straight in, straight into the neck!

The distance between the two sides is less than half a meter, and the intersection of punches and fists is even more so, grappling or lingering?

And the attack of this palm is almost unavoidable!

It's too close!

No one exclaimed at all, because it was too late, in fact, no one saw the blow of the Miyamoto Sword Saint clearly, Wang Qinglian's neck, the boiling and burning touch had been sensed by the Miyamoto Sword Saint, and this time seemed to have stopped, and Wang Qinglian's life seemed to have been taken away by the Miyamoto Sword Saint.

As long as he enters another inch, it is the separation of flesh and blood, even if Wang Qinglian made a move to control the palm of the Miyamoto Sword Saint, the blood has already spurted out, and the flesh has cracked, even if he does not die, Wang Qinglian will not be able to spit out a sound in the future.

The strength of the whole body will be moved, and if you don't die if you hurt your throat, you will hurt your vocal cords, and even your entire neck will be hit hard, and if you don't lose your qi and blood, you will quit the martial arts world!

If the head cannot be turned, how is it different from a lamb to the slaughter?

This palm has been in the middle, Wang Qinglian will definitely die!

There is no sadness or joy in the heart, because this is just a momentary thing, at this moment, no one has any thoughts in their hearts, the two people on the stage are just thinking about killing each other, and the countless people in the audience can't see this life-threatening palm at all!

Poke, kill, kill!

And the biggest possibility is almost an ironclad thing, that is, Wang Qinglian can't block this blow at all, and will be directly penetrated by this palm that has touched his Adam's apple!

It was as if someone had foreseen the scene of blood splattering, and at this moment, an untimely coughing sound sounded.

Yu Qiulin covered her mouth, her face was slightly painful, she sat on the chair and did not stand up.

Sun Changning's gaze moved slightly.

Before the little heavenly master's breath could be spit out, Professor Yan's gaze was a little cloudy.

Miyamoto's sword master's palm was handed out.

But something extremely terrifying happened.

The fear of space hit his heart again, and Miyamoto Sword Saint's palm went out, obviously touching the temperature of the Adam's apple, but after this was handed out, it still passed through Wang Qingcurtain.

No, it's not through, it's not the eighth sense, it's not spatial confusion.

Miyamoto Sword Saint finally saw clearly at this distance, his five senses had been cut off, and his sixth sense had been blocked, so he relied on his seventh sense to fight against him, the so-called look, but to carefully look at the opponent's boxing trajectory, and feel it with his body.

It was Wang Qinglian's palm, and at this time, Wang Qinglian's fingers had already pointed at the Adam's apple of Miyamoto Sword Saint.

It's only three inches away!

It's not that you're going to kill the other person, it's that the other party is going to kill yourself!

It was the opponent's fist that was split in the palm of his hand, so he handed it out, of course he would pass through, because the fist was taken away, and the Wang Qingcurtain he felt was just a fist from beginning to end?!

"This ......"

The Miyamoto Sword Saint was difficult to understand, and Wang Qinglian laughed: "This is the skill of asking ghosts and gods in the ghost escape, which is a higher level than asking the common people, with the dragon escape as the front, you can maximize this ability." ”

"There are gods in the three feet of the head, there are gods in the human body, the innate Dao Palace, and asking the ghosts and gods in the ghost escape is to deceive these gods, so as to achieve the effect of 'I am in front of you but you turn a blind eye'. ”

Therefore, it is impossible to give you the right feedback, even if it is the fifth and sixth senses, even the seventh sense. ”

"Wrong, all wrong, everyone knows that the human body is composed of microorganisms, and these gods in the human body, relying on the essence of the spirit and the spirit of existence, deceived the spirit and spirit, that is, to achieve the purpose of real deception, but unfortunately, if it is facing a strong person with the eighth sense, this method is completely useless. ”

"At that time, when space and super-intuition were integrated, the eight senses were one, and this was the ninth sense, which was a non-existent realm, which could not be described, could not be described, but it could only be said in such a general way, that is, the means and skills of deceiving this kind of person could not be done with current technology. ”

Wang Qinglian's finger was three inches in front of Miyamoto Sword Saint's throat, looking at the other party's face that gradually woke up, and then became extremely ugly and frightened, Wang Qinglian's eyes suddenly narrowed.

"At the last moment of my life, I let you see something, and indeed I tell you, something. ”

Miyamoto Kenjo took a deep breath: "What..... Stuff?"

He had already faintly realized and understood, and at this time, his eyes were obviously facing death, but they revealed a kind of disbelief, but then, it turned into a fanatical gaze.

"When I injured you with a broken knife before, I really used a hundred-step flying sword. ”

Wang Qinglian opened his mouth, and broke through the key word by word: "The peak of martial arts, a hundred steps of flying swords, the strength of the air transmission, killing people without blood, but unfortunately, I have practiced this skill so far, but I can only stop at six inches." ”

"Six feet in the world, I can only volley six inches in the air, but I think it should be enough to satisfy you. ”

Miyamoto Sword Saint's eyes became brighter and brighter, and his breathing became more and more rapid, and at the same time, everyone in the audience was stunned, and suddenly burst out with a terrifying roar like a mountain and a tsunami!

However, with it, there was a splash of blood!

Wang Qinglian's fingers trembled, and Miyamoto Sword Saint's neck was torn open, and flesh and blood were separated.

Miyamoto Sword Saint didn't cover his neck, the blood spurted out of his throat, it was a bright blood hole, he looked at Wang Qinglian, and let out a final hoarse sound.

"Good ......!"

"It's complete.... Ha ha.... Hahahaha! I can die under the hundred-step flying sword, this kind of honor, throughout the ages, I am the only one!"

He looked up and laughed!

"Six feet in the world, six inches in the air! I deserve to die, and I should be fast....... Hurry up!!"

After saying that, he fell to the ground, bleeding profusely, and his eyes closed.

It is as he said, this is a kind of honor, a hundred steps flying sword, a stunt that no one has really seen in the past, he can die under this stunt, even if it is passed on to future generations, it is also a supreme glory!