Now there is a question, that is, is martial arts idealistic or materialistic? The possibility of materialism is very great, after all, only when you practice the muscles and bones outside and practice inside can you breathe, no matter what, the martial arts moves must at least be driven by muscles - not to mention the flying sword.

Internal force can't be said to be materialistic, not to mention spiritual martial arts - although Bai Lang has never practiced, but he still knows about visual martial arts, and then he has cultivated to the big bell after the golden bell jar is formed, and the white tiger with the true meaning of the tiger - you say that this is materialistic, and Bai Lang doesn't agree with it.

Therefore, the will interferes with reality, and reality affects the will, which is the reality of this world.

If it's a materialistic hanging,Then at this time, Bai Lang should have a big speaker to play BGM,If it's an idealistic hanging,As long as he thinks he hears BGM in his mind,If it's powerful, you can even let others hear it-this is the reality of the martial god fighting......

Bai Lang's current situation is very bad, the storm rolling between heaven and earth is beginning to get out of control, the nearby grass and trees are uprooted and twisted into flying ashes, and even the wind blade has begun to eat itself - the tiger in his heart is disobedient, the bronze bell of the golden bell jar is about to break, and every wind blade leaves a deep crack on the bronze bell.

Bai Lang himself really began to implode, and this time the skin and flesh also began to bloom, but the innate true qi firmly hung his own life - it all relied on his will Bai Lang to survive until now. But if he gets out of control like this, he will turn into white bones sooner or later, and even the bone scum will probably explode.

The green lion's blood strengthened his body, but it also strengthened the power of the blast - the power of this thing depends on the blood, and the blood is exuberant and powerful.

Bai Lang's fists became more and more aggressive, and he was now fighting with the other me in front of him, the tiger-like me. "It's finally visualized!Damn!" Bai Lang roared, and the BGM in his ears finally rang and hung up.

The intro music is very short, and immediately a female voice sings "The waves are running and the waves are flowing, and the rivers are never ending." Bai Lang was almost heartbroken by the tiger's claws with a punch, "My name is Bai Lang, so I will wave?!" But immediately the momentum rose, and when the song sang, "I love you and hate you, ask you if you know, it seems that Dajiang will not accept it." At that time, the momentum of the white waves was already like a surging river, and one wave after another suppressed the other self in front of him.

The white tiger jumped and roared, split into two, and the white wave itself faintly appeared here, and the golden bell jar had already roared in the waves, completely shattering the drift with the waves. Both sides are the power of the anti-shock, and if outsiders look at it, there is actually no one in front of Bai Lang, but the qi and qi blades are created out of nothing, forming a strong turbulence that collides with each other and conflicts with each other.

The waves had just overpowered the other self, and the result was that the peak protruded, and a bronze bell fell from the sky to suppress the waves, and the white tiger stood on the bronze bell and roared. The endless blade of wind once again swallowed the white waves with a monstrous anti-seismic wave.

The BGM changed again, and the waves naturally faded away, replaced by a powerful electro-acoustic music "By Ah Shrimp!"

"I really want to die!" Bai Lang felt very ashamed, "Could it be that this BGM is based on martial arts?" "If you think about it carefully, it seems that your heart is also - isn't the so-called BGM that he himself once heard and looked for from memory?

Since the Southern Dipper Holy Fist came out, the Southern Cross Star appeared directly behind Bai Lang's body, and his fists and feet turned into sharp swords, guns, swords, and halberds, directly tearing the turbulent waves in front of him, smashing the Zhenshui Bell to smithereens, and even the White Tiger was torn apart several times and condensed several times in the fist blade palm wind.

Bai Lang knew that he still lacked a decisive blow in the passionate electric sound, and all kinds of rigid fists converged in his mind, as if a spark bloomed in this open thought, and with the help of BGM's momentum, Bai Lang broke through his new high.

The broken golden bell jar that belonged to him was reunited, and several quaint armor pieces of armor that turned into shoulders, wrist guards, back, head, hips, and leggings covered the body of the white tiger phantom that he condensed again, and a bronze bell turned into the white tiger after a long "bang".

The frenzied wind stopped, and the broken wood and dirt in the sky fell with a clatter, and there was no trace of wind and there was silence between heaven and earth. The strange calm lasted for about a few breaths, and then suddenly an unprecedented violent storm broke out, directly blowing up the things that had originally fallen on the ground again, and tens of thousands of catties of stones were swept up into the air like lamp grass.

And Bai Lang's arms rotated, and the afterimage of the debut Dao seemed to have a thousand hands and thousands of arms, while the person stood up straight, his center of gravity was behind, his front legs were dotted, and a smile appeared on his face, as if the violent wind in front of him did not exist. "Forbidden, Nandou White Tiger Fist Thousand and Eight Style!"

The swirling BGM is no longer what Bai Lang himself can hear this time, but the loud suona sound pierces the cloud rift, "The knife will ....." Bai Lang laughed loudly, and the right hand in front of him gently flipped and lifted up. A tornado that penetrated the sky rose from the ground a few feet away in front of him.

Although this tornado is no more than one person thick, it actually directly divided the violent wind in front of him into two halves, and in Bai Lang's opinion, the other self was swept up by this tornado and was crossing his arms to block the shock. And then the right hand that rose up went down without smoke - the original tornado disappeared as if it had never existed, and another cone-shaped tornado fell from the sky and struck down like a drill.

This time, the other self couldn't stand it, although it didn't hurt much, but it was directly vacated by this force. Next, Bai Lang's body swirled, "Nandou Tiger Breaking Dragon!" The white wave that disappeared out of thin air crossed the space in the middle, and after reappearing, it directly turned into a white tiger standing up, and the shadow of the white tiger covered him.

Flurry strikes appeared, and the fists, feet, claws, and palms of the claws opened the other self like a thunderbolt and beat it violently—the last claw pinched the other self's shoulder and threw it back. I saw the other self staggering, that is, losing his balance, and the next flurry danced with a brilliant claw light with each blow, like the minions of a tiger.

After two rounds of fighting, the other self was pinched by the neck and lifted up, and the powerful tornado directly swept into the shadow, tearing it apart, but the shadow stubbornly solidified again. And Bai Lang's hand shook and pressed the shadow to the ground heavily, and after it bounced up, Bai Lang's arms rotated up and down - the white tiger phantom roared out, directly dispersing and annihilating the shadow in front of him.

"The white tiger roars!" Bai Lang withdrew, this round of super nirvana was released, the sky clouds dispersed and the wind dissipated to reveal the blue sky, the sun shone on the ground that had been swept away by the wind, and a blank space within a radius of several miles was gone, only on the hard ground that was blown by the wind, Bai Lang proudly stood alone, his clothes were in tatters, and he left deep scars on his body, and even his bones were exposed.

Bai Lang, who had half of his face turned into white bones, showed a hideous smile, and the true qi was running on those wounds, and the skin and flesh were growing rapidly......

The blood dripped drop by drop, and when it fell to the ground was a small whirlwind that emitted a sharp whistling sound. "This time it's finally done, hmph! I lost half of my strength! But there is no obstacle ahead, and I can still practice kung fu!" Bai Lang sat on the ground and gasped, if he didn't jump down this time, I'm afraid the mountain temple above would be over.

Even so, the place where the mountain temple is located has been swept into the cliff has been scraped clean, and the cliff wall can even be used as a mirror. "Hmph. The prohibition of the Southern Dipper White Tiger Fist.Thousand and Eight Style Southern Dipper Tiger Breaks the Dragon, and finally catches the roar of the White Tiger...... I'm so good at making names!"8)