An immortal grandmaster who inherits the past and opens up the future, asks for his opinion with a smile on his face. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 infoThis feeling is really fluttering and refreshing. And to such a point, Xiao Yuanheng no longer has any reason to refuse.

He also smiled and shook his head, casually pinning the "Imitation-Phoenix Emperor" that had just been cast, but was already doomed to be useless, diagonally behind his back. Then he made a "please" gesture to Zhang Sanfeng and took the initiative to take a few steps back.

Zhang Sanfeng let out a sigh of relief. Turn around, look straight ahead, and don't kill. Said slowly: "The Shaolin Yijin Sutra is rumored to be the chosen instrument. If you want to cultivate to the highest level of the Black Level Futu and penetrate the heavens and the earth in one go, you can't succeed just by practicing hard or being talented. Since the ancestor of Bodhidharma, for thousands of years, the warrior monks in Shaolin Temple who can cultivate to the highest level of black level are not more than five fingers. Hehe, the old Taoist priest was really lucky to be able to meet one. ”

Facing the peerless grandmaster in front of him, who has a high prestige in the martial arts and can be called the first person in the world, he does not kill the expression between his eyebrows, and he is as wooden as ever. He said in a deep voice: "It's yours to meet me, unfortunately." Not worth it, happy. ”

Zhang Sanfeng raised his right hand and waved it to Bu Kill. He smiled and said, "Yes." The old Taoist priest is going to have a good grasp of the teachings. What the hell can you make me ...... How unfortunate is it?"

In his eyes, there was a sudden burst of fierce light. Don't kill suddenly turned around and sat cross-legged in the air. The faster you turn, the higher you rise. But in the blink of an eye, without killing, he was already in mid-air three feet from the ground. He shook his hand, and countless black balls immediately fired in a row, bombarding Zhang Sanfeng indiscriminately.

The second form of a thousand Buddha's hands: the Buddha lights a thousand lamps. Although Xiao Yuanheng had also learned the same trick just now, but at this moment, the power of not killing the old technique was twice as powerful as before.

Zhang Sanfeng smiled calmly. The divine power worked at will, and between the eyebrows, two blue prints were suddenly added. With a wave of his hand, the thick and soft true qi condensed into a Tai Chi Qi mass, which rotated in a cycle. At first glance, it looks like a large ball of water.

"The softest in the world is like water". Weak currents can be eclectic and infinitely inclusive. Although the power of the tyrant who does not kill is struck by thunder, it is all like a mud cow into the sea, and it is dissolved without a trace.

In terms of strength, Xiao Yuanheng has the body of a divine soldier, and he has a phoenix divine fire, and he is confident that he will never be under any master in the world. But when it comes to skill, it goes without saying that he does lack a little. Zhang Sanfeng's strength may not be stronger than Xiao Yuanheng. But his attainments in martial arts skills are undoubtedly much better than Xiao Yuanheng.

Such an immortal great master personally took action to demonstrate the pinnacle of martial arts. Such an opportunity is absolutely hard to come by. In an instant, Xiao Yuanheng next to him felt an eye-opener, almost unable to bear it, and instinctively wanted to applaud loudly. It's just that when it came to the end, I suddenly remembered that I didn't know if it would distract Zhang Sanfeng. Only then did he barely hold back.

Over there, if you don't kill and see your trick broken, the thoughts that arise in your heart are by no means sympathy between masters, or the excitement that you can play to your heart's content when you meet an opponent in chess. The only thing he felt was ......

Jealous!

Because of jealousy, so angry. Because of the anger, the idea of killing was born. He roared violently, and his body was like a meteorite falling from the sky, swooping and attacking. The palms come out together, and the third form of the Buddha's hands is played: the Buddha is shining in the world! The palm power is like a dome and a wide quilt, ubiquitous, and pervasive. It is necessary to let Zhang Sanfeng avoid the unavoidable, and there is no unloading.

Zhang Sanfeng smiled slightly, calmly, and said in a mansheng voice: "First use the heart to make the body, from others not from yourself, from the body can follow the heart, from yourself to others." If you are from yourself, you will be stagnant, and if you follow others, you will live. can be from people, there are square inches in the hand...... "wave with your hand, show and unload, lift the weight as if it is light, and even take the palm power that does not kill the thunderbolt, gently and skillfully remove it.

No, it's not a simple discharge. The so-called unloading strength, pay attention to "dipping, sticking, connection, follow". There is always a need for physical contact to be able to unload enemy attacks. But at this moment, Xiao Yuanheng saw it clearly. The palm of the real person in charge of Wudang has never had the slightest contact with non-killing.

In an instant, if you don't kill, you can't help but be stunned and shocked. Because, if it's just the palm power being removed and dissolved, it's actually nothing. Just now, if you don't kill the Buddha and light a thousand lights, it was dissipated by Xiao Yuanheng with "three or three endless turns".

However, at this moment, the domineering power in the palm of the hand is still there, but it is skillfully manipulated by Zhang Sanfeng, so that it is completely involuntary. seems to have become a puppet puppet, and every move is mainly dragged by Zhang Sanfeng's anti-guest, allowing him to move and control, like an arm and a finger.

Tai Chi - four or two thousand catties. Make a small force, control a strong force. The greater the enemy's strength, the more involuntary.

In fact, for Xiao Yuanheng, the principle of Tai Chi is not new, he has known it for a long time. However, it is one thing to know, whether you can do it, and how to do it well, that is another thing.

Turn this principle into a real move, and apply it in actual combat, so as to deal with such a master. Xiao Yuanheng asked himself, he could only attack against attack and fight hard. Therefore, when he witnessed Zhang Sanfeng's chic and calm posture of playing with non-killing as he wanted, he couldn't help but admire this peerless great master even more.

said that it was too late and that it was fast, but I saw that under Zhang Sanfeng's movement, even if he didn't kill the power of a black-level war paint, it was still upside down, completely involuntarily. In the trance of not killing, it seems to have returned to the shameful time when he was studying art in Shaolin, was rejected by the monks in the temple because of stuttering, and even beat and scolded at will, and lost his dignity.

Because of shame, so rage. When the lightning is in flames, the roar is louder than the thunderbolt. The sound has not yet fallen, and Yi Jin has passed through the peak power of the black-level floating slaughter and a war paint, and it has exploded wildly!

When it was too late, the ground crumbled and shattered, and it was torn apart. Within a radius of more than ten zhang, there is no more than half an inch of intact land for people to stand on. No matter how wonderful Taijiquan is, before this unimaginable power, it seems to be powerless, and it is suddenly free from the shackles without killing.

I can't help but say, if you don't kill, you will immediately put your palms together, and once again play the ultimate style of a thousand Buddhas: Ten Thousand Buddhas. At the moment of breathing, countless red palms were overwhelming, frantically encircling and suppressing Zhang Sanfeng in all directions.

Hurry up, hurry up, hurry up! It's so fast that it's hard to catch with the naked eye, like a star pill jumping, like a thunderbolt, like a thunderstorm! Such a speed, in the mind of Xiao Yuanheng, who was onlookers, was only slightly inferior to "Xiao Xiao Killing and Destroying Red Dust", the second of the three divine skills of combining swords and swords.

In the face of the non-killing that is almost to this extent, and at the same time, the strength has broken through the limit and strengthened again, no matter how meticulous Zhang Sanfeng's Tai Chi is, I am afraid that there is nothing to be done, right?

Tai Chi can be used in four or two thousand catties, which is a well-known fact. However, many people overlook. The premise of four or two thousand catties is that they have the strength of thousands of catties first. Zhang Sanfeng founded the Wudang faction, which shocked the world and made Wudang Mountain the most prestigious martial arts holy place in the past century. His own cultivation, could it be that he didn't even have the strength equivalent to the black level of the Yi Jin Sutra?

said that it was too late and that it was fast, Zhang Sanfeng broke off and drank clearly. Draw a circle with both hands, and absorb the spirit of heaven and earth at the same time. In an instant, another blue electric pattern appeared between his eyebrows, and it was also penetrated in one breath, causing the true qi in Zhang Sanfeng's body to skyrocket sharply, and it suddenly rose to the level equivalent of a war pattern.

Zhang Sanfeng was calm and unhurried, and said in a long voice: "He doesn't move, he doesn't move, he moves slightly, he has moved." The strength seems to be wide rather than loose, the exhibition is not extended, and the strength is constantly ......" very slowly and slowly raise the right arm, casually blocking.

The speed from this block is so slow, it should not be able to stop the kill. But I don't know why, I don't want to kill it seems that I know that if I attack from this angle, I will be blocked by Zhang Sanfeng, but I just want to waste my strength in vain to make a waste move.

The palms and arms touched, and there was a muffled sound of "bang~" when he landed. Without killing the all-out blow, it couldn't shake Zhang Sanfeng for half a point. Immediately afterwards, Zhang Sanfeng's left palm was also pressed very slowly.

If you don't kill, you subconsciously raise your palm, and you feel that the opponent's palm power is strong, and it is by no means inferior to your own black level. But how can such a powerful palm force be produced when it is so slow?

Before he could figure it out, another wave of stronger palm power followed. If you don't kill, you can't stop it, and you will be shocked away. His body was like an arrow from a string, and he flew backwards more than thirty steps away before he fell heavily. stepped on the ground with both feet, and immediately transferred all of Zhang Sanfeng's palm power, and on the spot, the ground within a radius of one zhang was shattered and sagging.

If you don't kill, you are shocked and angry, and you feel that your blood is surging, and your arms are sore. For a while, he could only stand still, trying his best to balance his qi and blood. He gritted his teeth and said viciously: "Black level, you, too, Yi Jin Jing?" but...... Why, so slow?"

But as soon as the words came out, I knew that it was wrong again if I didn't kill him. Because of the internal force conveyed by Zhang Sanfeng's arm, it seems that there is softness in rigidity, rigidity in softness, rigidity and softness, and it is unique and unique. And the Yijin Sutra is obviously biased towards masculine and violent internal forces, which is not the same way.

Zhang Sanfeng snorted indifferently, carrying his back with one hand, twisting his beard with the other, and said slowly: "The world's martial arts are the same way." The highest realm, the Mongolians call it **, and I call it Zhenwu. The Yijin Sutra is a true martial art, and my Nine Heavens True Scripture is ultimately one, and it is also a true martial art. As for slowness...... Hehe, the most rigid is invincible, and its slow is also rigid. ”

"Nine Heavens, the true scriptures. Ultimate, one, to be strong, invincible, slow, and strong?" There is no doubt that in terms of strength, he may be very powerful, but in terms of cultivation and learning above the martial arts, he is really too far behind Zhang Sanfeng, the unborn great master.

However, after understanding the gap between himself and Zhang Sanfeng, the feeling that sprouted in his heart was by no means admiration, but only jealousy, and only a strong ...... An impulse that is enough to destroy the world!