Chapter 56: The Knife Man
Zhao Changfeng and Wuming both knew that the other party was not Yi Yu, but as soon as they made a move, they both showed all their strength, the long knife and the iron fist roared together, without the slightest temptation, as soon as the two collided, they bloomed with a fierce momentum, cutting the air into a series of sharp air blades, scattering and flying, drawing a piercing scream in the air.
And the murderous aura of the two of them was even more condensed, and at this time, it turned into a white mist-like qi machine between the collisions, filling the ring around, and then falling slowly like a feather, but it silently cut out deep cracks on the ground, and even the ring under the feet of the two became tattered in an instant, as if time had suddenly passed thousands of years, adding vicissitudes to it.
The people who were slapped by the fat old man just now had no time to have a trace of resentment in their hearts, and they saw this terrifying scene, and they couldn't help but swallow a mouthful of saliva at this time. You must know that the ring under the feet of the two is a ring for military generals to fight, and I don't know how many times stronger than the martial arts ring, not to mention the martial arts, even if it is a mid-level military general, I am afraid that it will take all its strength to smash a small hole in the ground of the ring.
But now just the aftermath of the two of them has made the ring full of holes, even stronger than the full force of the middle-level general, if it wasn't for the fat old man who pulled them all away just now, I'm afraid that they would have been turned into minced meat in the aftermath of the two of them now.
When the two generals standing in the distance saw this scene, they were also shocked by this terrifying scene: "The aftermath of the battle between these two people has this kind of might! Is this still a battle in the Martial Arts Realm?"
Zhong Shan said with a smile: "See, this is Zhao Changfeng's real strength, just now Zhao Changfeng was just joking with those few people." ”
"General Zhong, you are well-informed, I don't know how these two boys are compared to the teenagers in the outer world?" the cold general's eyes flashed, and he asked Zhong Shan, who was standing aside.
Zhong Shan's eyes showed a deep expression when he heard this, and then said: "If you talk about talent, these two little guys are unique qualifications, and they are enough to be called geniuses in the outside world, and they can even be compared with the children of first-class forces. However, the resources in the Northern Desert are too poor, they grew up here, there is too little contact between good martial arts and cultivation resources, and there is too much lack in terms of foundation, so compared with those geniuses of the same level, they are still a little inferior in strength, and they can only be counted among second-rate martial artists. ”
"Is it so strong or just a second-rate martial artist?" the two were surprised.
"Yes. Zhong Shan nodded, and said: "The children of those big forces in the outside world have begun to absorb precious medicines in their mother's womb, and all kinds of items that have assisted in cultivation from childhood to adulthood have been continuously extinct. The second-rate and third-rate martial arts we practice are like garbage in their eyes, and they won't even look at them at all, some people can get supernatural level martial arts as soon as they practice, and if they feel that they have difficulties in cultivation, they can find one-on-one counseling from strong people, so that even dogs can become martial artists. ”
Zhong Shan said this, and couldn't help but shake his head.
"Not to mention those children, since they were born in such forces, how can their qualifications not be high, almost every one of them has extremely strong strength. These two little guys don't have the guidance of a famous teacher, and they don't have enough resources, and their cultivation to the point where they are now is only weaker than them, which is already very rare. ”
At this time, in the ring, the two turned into two phantoms, the fight was inseparable, the ignorant pair of arms were sometimes as weak and boneless as a whip, sometimes as hard and domineering as steel, a pair of fists were elusive, varied, and not only fists, but even elbows, shoulders, knees, and straddles were used flexibly by him, and he could attack anywhere in the body, and the whole person was like a big snake, slippery and unkept, which made people feel a big headache.
However, although his offensive is extremely flexible, Zhao Changfeng's skills are not inferior to him. At this time, the war knife is constantly waving, although it is just some basic knife techniques such as splitting, hanging, stabbing, and picking, but at this time, it is like flowing water by him, and each knife looks like an abnormal beauty.
The two have the same stubbornness in this regard, although there are more subtle martial arts that can be used, but only the collision between this kind of basic moves can truly reflect the realm of a person's martial arts, and can give full play to their respective talents.
"The combination of ignorant fists is strange, although it is strange and difficult to distinguish, but it does not seem treacherous, but there is a majestic domineering in it. Although Zhao Changfeng's knife technique seems to be regular, there are often strange tricks, but there is also a domineering spirit that all things retreat. The two of them had already comprehended the true meaning of their own method, but the moves had no effect, which was already a sign of stepping into the realm of Dacheng. The grim man spoke.
Before he finished speaking, he saw that Wuming suddenly raised his left fist high, and the pitch-black fist gloves were wrapped in a layer of golden light.
But it was ignorance that found that the two of them were inseparable from each other like this, so they took the lead in using martial arts.
I saw that his expression was hideous, as if this punch was ten thousand pounds, but when it smashed on the ground, there was no sound, but the golden light on it was transferred from the fist gloves to the ground of the ring, turning into a circle of golden ripples and spreading rapidly to all around, covering the entire ring in the blink of an eye, and the entire ring was full of golden light, which looked very gorgeous.
"It turned out to be a realm!"
The two generals looked surprised and said, "What kind of martial arts is Wuming cultivating? The martial arts that can possess domain attacks are also first-class at the least, but this can only be performed after the cultivator becomes a military general. But although ignorance seemed to be extremely difficult just now, in the end, he still completely exerted the realm, and if he can let the ignorance of a martial artist exert the realm, I'm afraid that the supernatural power can do it. ”
As the golden light spread under his feet, Zhao Changfeng only felt that his body sank, as if his whole body was suddenly tied to a boulder, and the air around him also became viscous, making his movements obviously begin to slow down.
Everyone in the audience couldn't help but praise when they saw this scene: "Ignorance is really worthy of being the first strong man on the list of martial artists, before Zhao Changfeng could still hold on to a few moves in terms of fists and feet, but now as soon as he showed his true skills, Zhao Changfeng immediately showed that he was not supportive." ”
In the ring, Wuming smiled at Zhao Changfeng and said: "Brother Zhao, I admit that your talent is not inferior to me in the previous fight, but now I have comprehended my own realm, I call it the Prison, because once you enter this realm, your body will be as heavy as a thousand catties, and your body will be difficult to move, as if there are countless chains binding you at all times, and now you are a prisoner in my prison, you can only be slaughtered by me, but this competition seems to be won by me." ”
"Your trick is really good, but you can trap others, but you can't trap me!" Zhao Changfeng shouted, only to see that the divine light in his eyes skyrocketed, his long hair was windless, and the clothes on his body were hunting, and with a scream, I saw that white wind blades appeared around him, and at this time, they were hovering around his body rapidly, cutting the golden light around him into small openings. There were more and more of these knife marks, and in the end, only a "bang" was heard, and the golden light on Zhao Changfeng's half of the ring suddenly dissipated, and the entire space changed to its original appearance again.
"It turned out to be sword intent!" Ignorance was shocked at the same time as the white fat old man in the audience, and then said in unison.
"How is that possible?" the fat old man's eyes widened, still muttering to himself. The so-called sword intent is the will of the warrior who belongs to his own sword technique, and only when his own mind and the knife are combined into one, can the knife be tightly engraved in his heart. It is easy to say the words "there is a knife in your heart", but it is extremely difficult to really do it, in which talent, hard work, and chance are indispensable.
In fact, although the sword intent is difficult to achieve, there are so many warriors who use knives in the base, the white fat old man, as the general among the war scorpions, also knows several sword people with sword intent, but he still showed a shocked expression after seeing Zhao Changfeng use his sword intent at this time, because he knew that although he knew many people with sword intent, the youngest of them was already forty or fifty years old, and he had never seen a knife man as young as Zhao Changfeng.
He didn't know that Zhao Changfeng had been obsessed with swordsmanship since he was a child, and his background at a young age was enough to support him to create the mortal martial arts "Yandao Technique", and the cultivation speed of martial artists between life and death was often dozens of times that of ordinary cultivation, and a few months ago Zhao Changfeng was still fighting for life and death in the road of Zhantian for a year, coupled with Zhao Changfeng's desperate hunting of monsters in the past three months, Zhao Changfeng at this moment can be regarded as a veteran who has used knives for more than 30 years.