Kongyang is different from what everyone sees.

He couldn't see Nightdance's slow, softer movements, he couldn't even see Nightdancer as a person.

He didn't understand, because when he saw the night dance in front of him, he suddenly turned into an eight-handed asura god, each holding a different weapon, a sword, a sword, an axe, and a halberd, and these eight hands were attacking him at the same time, almost in no particular order.

He couldn't cope.

"Trinity" is at ease.

"Four-one", do your best, sometimes you can succeed.

"May Day", Kong Yang didn't even dare to think about it.

As for "August 1st", maybe there is only that person in the whole world, and it is possible to do it.

But why exactly eight hands?

Kong Yang didn't have time to think for the first time, he didn't think about why Night Dance would turn into an asura, but he was thinking about why the other party had eight hands.

"Bayi" is the realm that he is thinking about even in his dreams, Kongyang has a talent far beyond ordinary people in arithmetic, and the move of "Twenty-one" is not Shaolin martial arts, but a mysterious old man, who passed it to him through the calculation of numbers. Every time the number is increased by one, the difficulty increases several times, or even hundreds of times, and Kong Yang can calculate the number of chips for "August 1", but he is limited by experience and skill, and he cannot fully understand the world's martial arts, so he can only use "Forty-One" at most.

Because of this, the Shaolin abbot took him from the Oriental Martial Arts to the Central Plains "the world" on the grounds of "punishing arbitrary learning of foreign martial arts", Kong Yang knew that the master uncle actually wanted to improve his vision and experience, so that he could hone his skills with martial arts masters, but he didn't expect that the first battle after coming to the "Central Plains" was to participate in the "martial arts".

Now Kong Yang didn't expect that he would meet the eight-handed Shura in the battle of Night Dance.

Without "August 1st", it is impossible to resist.

Even if Kong Yang tried his best to resist with "Four-One", he still stumbled left and right, constantly retreating, and was about to be forced to fall off the stone platform by the inexplicable "slow dance" of the night dance.

The spectators in the stands couldn't help but clamour, in their eyes, Night Dance was nothing more than a gentle and gentle raising of hands and feet, but the air was like a great enemy, and the hands kept moving towards the void. People who are more knowledgeable have already guessed that Kong Yang has fallen into illusion, but most people don't know why.

The empty feet trampled on the edge of the stone platform.

There is no going back!

Kong Yang took a deep breath, and when he was oppressed to the limit, his heart suddenly became clear, and he finally understood one thing.

I'm fighting with Night Dance, not the Eight-Hand Shura.

The eight-handed Shura in front of you can't be the eight-handed Shura!

So it's an illusion!

Kong Yang understood this truth, but the scene in front of him was still extremely real, eight hands, eight weapons, and at the same time attacked him with an extremely fierce posture.

Can't help but stop!

But I can't stop it, in the real world, I can't stop it.

In that case, why bother? Bodhi has no tree, so why bother to win?

Kong Yang actually closed his eyes.

Reality can't stop it, I can't stop my thoughts!

As soon as Kong Yang closed his eyes, he saw clearly. He clearly saw the offensive veins of the eight hands, and at the same time began to calculate in his mind. Because in his mind, he is no longer bound by reality, and can truly show everything he thinks and thinks in his heart in the illusion.

Just because the body can't do it doesn't mean the mind can't do it.

Kongyang roared in his thoughts.

Raise your hands, pause, spin, step back, elbow strikes, palm cuts, knee strikes, punches!

Flawless, "Bayi"!

Kong Yang fought heartily in his mind, he was wonderful, and he did whatever he wanted, which was extremely perfect.

In reality, Nightdance saw that Kong Yang gave up all movements.

He just closed his eyes and frowned slightly, as if he was thinking about something, and then his brow stretched, and his face showed an extremely calm expression.

Night Dance playfully got up, stretched out his right hand, and flicked it lightly on his forehead.

"Bounce your forehead, bounce your forehead, bounce your forehead, and bounce into a pig's head." 」

Kong Yang opened his eyes.

In his mind, he seemed to have been fighting for a long time, but in reality, it was only a moment. As soon as Kong Yang opened his eyes, Night Dance's fingers touched the center of his eyebrows, and at that moment, Kong Yang was enlightened.

"Congratulations to the benefactor, you won. 」

After speaking, he turned around directly, and walked down the stone platform lightly.

"Uncle Shi, the disciple lost. Kong Yang walked up to the white-eyed old monk and took a deep look.

"Hmm!" said the white-eyed old monk slowly:

"Got it?"

"The disciple understands everything. 」

There was a hint of ecstasy in the eyes of the white-eyed old monk, but his tone was still calm:

"Good, good. 」

"It's good to lose, they're not crazy, right?" Nightdance grimaced.

This is the first time Night Dance has actually used the Dance of Ideas in actual combat, and it has never been used on anyone else before.

When the mother of the Night Dance taught this dance, she once told her that the illusion brought by the "Dance of Ideas" would be the most fearful, if not the most desired, and sometimes, both. But the illusion is not known to the dancers.

It is not possible to manipulate illusions unless she can truly control the essence of the "Dance of Thoughts", and the current Night Dance is far from that kind of fire, so she only knows that Kong Yang saw the illusion, but she doesn't know what he sees.

Naturally, Night Dance will not know how much impact it will have on Kongyang and what kind of agitation it will have on the development of martial arts in "Oriental Martial Arts".

The white-eyed old monk suddenly turned to the night dance, raised his palm to stand on his chest, and said in a deep voice:

"Xie Nu benefactor instructed the young man to keep his promise and abstain from voting. 」