The cold erodes the light gold, accumulating layer by layer, making Meng Qi seem to have returned to his childhood, every winter, he must be bloated, his actions are slow, and there is no sense of agility, and the masters compete, the victory and defeat are only in an instant, and before he gets rid of the cold and sluggishness, he sees that this punch is on the verge of himself, so he can only retreat, has to retreat.

The figure changed, Meng Qi moved with his fist, retreating quickly, and Wu Jizhen didn't know when he had left the boat, his feet stepped on the seawater, the blue and black ice accumulated, dragging out two transparent traces, his fist did not slow down for half a minute, and the distance between the two was rapidly shortened.

In the process of retreating, Meng Qi's interior scene changed, interpreting the great sun, and there were firelights in the pale golden light circulating on the skin, melting the cold, soothing and sluggishness, and resisting the erosion of ice and snow and Taiyin.

It was only at this time that Meng Qi had the strength to draw his sword.

But as soon as his right hand touched the handle of the knife, Wu Jizhen's fist sank slightly, and the overall momentum formed by the sky, earth, man, and knife suddenly drilled into the uninvited guest, and was occupied by it, making Meng Qi rise to the feeling that he could not draw the knife, and he would be hit by a thunderbolt in the drawing of the knife.

And Wu Jizhen's inner world is like a world, and this punch comes with the "world", which makes it difficult for people to compete head-on.

Meng Qi's body opened acupoints, trying to hook up heaven and earth, and forcibly drew the knife, but Wu Jizhen's fist changed with it, as if it was erratic, and the momentum of heaven and earth changed again, and layers of chill turned into invisible ice, isolating Meng Qi and heaven and earth.

is constantly changing, and clever tricks are used, but Wu Jizhen's fist can always test the pressure in advance and control the qi, so that Meng Qi always gives up halfway, or can only retreat, has to retreat.

Meng Qi took a deep breath, abandoned luck, abandoned the feeling of concealment, Yuan Shi sat upright, the interior scene was chaotic, and there was no distinction between virtual and real!

At the beginning, because it was a ten-trick covenant, it did not involve life and death. Meng Qi didn't want to expose the particularity of his own "Immortal Origin Phase" domain, and planned to deal with it purely by the way of the sword, however, under the "Bright Moon", he no longer had any secrets to speak of, and he did not appear in the Origin Domain, which was chaotic, and he was afraid that he would not be able to block even a move.

As soon as the chaos appeared, Wu Jizhen's fist moved slightly, and he was no longer so resolute. Meng Qi was keenly aware that the long knife was unsheathed, drawing out half of Taiji, sideways Wu Jizhen's fist, avoiding the edge, and dialing a thousand catties in four or two.

Wu Jizhen flicked his wrist, and his fists spread out, like a snake catcher, flexible and unusually deflected. Grabbing the back of Meng Qi's knife, the heavy claw shadows condensed, like a mirage in the falling ice and snow.

Meng Qi picked up his long knife and burst out of the claw shadow. But Wu Jizhen's palms, fingers, fists and claws changed again and again, no slower than Meng Qi's knife moves, and there was no situation that Zài couldn't keep up, one knife and one hand were like a pair of butterflies dancing. The result is a beautiful and agile picture, with razers and snowflakes taking off, and the ice ocean is a color of lightning.

The sea in a radius of dozens of miles condensed into ice. I don't know how many zhang it spreads, and the thunder shines in the air, competing for the bright moon.

After a few moves, there was no collision between the knife and the hand between the two sides, and at this time, Wu Jizhen's left hand, which had been behind him, suddenly poked out.

Meng Qi suddenly felt that the snow was drifting, the sky was white, the sea water in the distance "disappeared", the floating clouds in the sky "disappeared", and all the qiē and qiē all "disappeared", leaving the lonely and empty ice and snow world, giving people the feeling of "thinking about the world and the world, and crying alone".

And Wu Jizhen stands proudly in this world, as if he is the master of heaven and earth, filling every space with one fist and one claw, so that Meng Qi can't dodge and has nowhere to dodge, everywhere is real, no matter how difficult it is to avoid void, it seems that there is only one choice.

Meng Qi took a deep breath, his body swelled, the law was like heaven and earth, and the "Heavenly Injury" electric light in his hand floated, converging on the tip of the knife, and a little whirlpool-like pinhole was highlighted, crackling, rumbling, as if the thunder god who was punished by heaven came to the world, with a condescending attitude, a fierce and domineering knife momentum, facing the punch and claw.

When he was about to collide, Meng Qi's sword light suddenly disintegrated, and the sky was full of a sea of blue and purple thunder and lightning, jumping and flickering, covering the long knife and confusing his fists and claws.

The "ocean" was separated, and the sword light was just like a fish leaping over the dragon gate, passing through the fists and claws with lightning and thunder, and directly taking Wu Ji's true face.

Wu Jizhen's elbows turned inward, and the layers of cold air condensed into dark blue ice cubes, cutting endlessly, delaying the long knife, forcing Meng Qi to change his moves.

Then, he reached back with his right hand, and his five fingers were spread, like a blooming cold plum, brushing towards Meng Qi with his back, with an elegant posture, giving people an infinitely beautiful feeling.

The ice and snow are dead and silent, and the cold plum is "bright", expounding the intensity of life.

The splendor of this terrible life, with the love of life and the reflection on death, changes inexplicably, making Meng Qi feel like he is defenseless, and there are so many omissions with long knives and fists and feet under this brush, just like catching a fish with ten fingers thick with a net the size of a bowl, giving the other party a big hole.

Meng Qi stepped back again, quickly retreated, and the long knife slashed forward, dividing into two, two into four, and four into eight, without distinguishing between strength and weakness, forming a net of heaven and earth, trying to dissolve it layer by layer.

The intensity of life is difficult to resist the dead silence of ice and snow, and Wu Jizhen's flick makes the heavy knife light strangely converge, and it just hits the back of the knife.

A fierce chill struck, and the purple lightning and green thunder floating on the surface of the Heavenly Wound condensed into ice, and Meng Qi's five fingers flashed pale gold, frozen on the hilt of the knife, and it was difficult to isolate the cold.

Meng Qi's face changed, his right hand shook, his palm was broken at the wrist, so that the cold no longer had anything to climb, and his left palm held the jade knife, and his figure moved quickly, before Wu Jizhen reacted, he slashed four knives in a row on the left and right, fast or heavy, or feminine or masculine, and integrated all the learning and comprehension of his life into these four knives, opening up the world, lightning and thunder, ethereal and inquisitive, heavy pressure, and because it was a left-handed knife, it was extremely unpredictable.

Wu Jizhen's hands were clasped together, as if sealed, and the cold light of the ice spirit poured out of his body, engulfing all the four sword lights, and it was white.

Between Huo Ran, Meng Qi's long knife was withdrawn, and it was withdrawn contrary to common sense, and then he peeked at the cardinal and slashed it out.

With a click, Bai Mo separated, and the long knife slashed Wu Jizhen's body.

The ice and snow shattered, the cold air rose, and it seemed that only one ice sculpture was broken.

Behind Meng Qi, the white mist condensed, Wu Jizhen reappeared, the thumb of his right hand touched the index finger and middle finger, sighed, full of gloomy ecstasy, and gently pointed at Meng Qi.

This point is awkward and heavy, condensing infinite sadness and persistence, Meng Qi's heart fluctuates with it, thinking of the malice of the six realms, thinking of fate in the hands of others, thinking of Gu Xiaosang's words of relatives and friends, his heart is depressed, painful and struggling, only to feel that the layers of shackles are in his body, and he just wants to draw his sword out, cut off this qiē, and have great freedom and great relief.

At this time, the golden giant Buddha appeared, pointing to the sky and touching the earth, Meng Qi regained his consciousness, and just now he was actually moved by Wu Jizhen to squeeze the love that had been squeezed for a long time, and there was a huge loophole.

I am the only one to suppress, Meng Qi is about to use a knife to block this, but Huo Ran saw Wu Jizhen's eyes full of nostalgia and enthusiasm and exploration intoxication.

Those who have lost their souls, only farewell!

At this moment, Meng Qi had an inexplicable feeling that Wu Jizhen's understanding of himself was completely different from his own, and he couldn't stop this!

Normally, when the two sides fight, what they see is no illegal appearance, physical body, bloodline, and moves, with the application of the power of heaven and earth, and the mastery of the law, but at this moment, Meng Qi believes that Wu Jizhen sees not these, but other things, just like a pot of flowers, what he sees are petals, stamens, roots, soil, flower plates, sunlight and veins, and find the cardinal from it, and what Wu Jizhen sees is a completely different "potential" such as vitality, death, intensity, and dependence.

If you can't be in the same "line of sight" as him, you can't know where he will hit this point, and you can't resist it.

Meng Qi didn't care about anything else, Yuan Shixiang ran the Yin and Yang seals, changed Yin and Yang, and circulated life and death, trying to interfere with this, and at the same time quickly retreated, widening the distance, intending to isolate the two sides with a range attack.

"Hey. Wu Jizhen withdrew his hand and didn't make any more moves, his feet stepped on the frozen ocean, his expression full of gloom.

"There's no need to compare, it's not unlikely that you can block my ten moves, but ......" he shook his head, looking bored, "But you don't have a martial arts heart, it's boring." ”

He put his hands behind his back and walked slowly to the boat.

"The Heart of Martial Arts?" Meng Qi didn't expect this to be the end, and asked in amazement.

How could he not have the heart of martial arts?

Wu Jizhen didn't turn his head, and said calmly: "You have a strong desire to become stronger, the motivation to put it into practice, and the spur of repression and danger, in the eyes of ordinary people, this may be the heart of martial arts, but you don't have the enthusiasm for martial arts, you don't have the 'pursuit' of the Tao, for you, it is a tool, a blade, that's all." ”

He looked up at the sky and muttered to himself, "What is the avenue, what is life?"

"How to peek through life and death, break the eternal silence with the splendor of the moment, and understand the magnificence of heaven and earth......"

"All the moves, all the exercises, removing the appearance, are expounding and pursuing these ......"

Meng Qi frowned slightly, shouldn't these all be rationally considered?

"If you don't experience the world, if you don't invest in strong feelings, you won't understand the beauty of the Great Dao, the beauty of life and death, and the beauty ......of love and hatred, just like a summer worm can't talk about it" Wu Jizhen shook his head, "You wait on Sanxian Island, every once in a while, Sunu Dao will always have something to ask for help from this seat." (To be continued......)