Zhu Wanfo's clothes that were swept by the night wind came to a standstill, and his right foot gently stepped on the ground, that is, there was a muffled sound of thunder, and the entire Cuiyun Peak seemed to shake, and the ghost gate in the clouds suspended in the sky was slowly torn apart. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

The yin qi was pervasive, turning into a whirlwind spinning around Zhu Wanfo, and the sword shadow like a point of light was quickly wiped away like raindrops on the glass.

Gu Chuanxia is still leisurely standing on the top of the old locust tree, and the rainbow sword has returned to the sheath early, as if he has never made a move.

Even if the ghost door is wide open and the ghosts are illusory, they are still not confused, otherwise Zhu will shoot with all his strength under the traction of the qi machine, and he will win with just one blow. ”

Gu Chuanxia looked at the sky, if his eyes could see through the dark clouds, he had an insight into everything behind the huge ghost gate, and said: "I don't seek heaven and earth, but I have kindness to heaven and earth, all things should thank me, with them, how can I be confused by ghosts?"

Zhu Wanfo nodded and said: "It's really extraordinary! The inside is a realm, and the outside is heaven and earth, as my Zhu Wanfo's opponent, I am really happy that you have such means." ”

Both of them were relaxed and relaxed, not only as if they had never tried to test each other's reality, but also like close friends, and they came here to talk without the slightest hostility. Such an atmosphere makes many martial arts people who want to watch a hearty gut battle have a sense of congestion that I took off my pants and you showed me this.

Only those real masters know that although the battle between Gu Chuanxia and Zhu Wanfo is not bloody, it is far more dangerous than the blood that is killed, and it is even more careless.

This is not only a comparison of skill and martial arts, but also a contest of mind and will, if anyone is inferior, he will lose everything.

At this moment, Zhu Wanfo's whole body clothes suddenly flew like a banner in the wind, the hunting sounded, and the yin qi and mist of the lock peak turned sharply around him, and the scene was extremely strange.

Gu Chuanxia smiled slightly, and retracted his hand. But it was not on the hilt of the sword at his waist, but like a wisp of dust from the corner of his clothes, as if he had swept away the haze in his heart.

From Huashan to Pishan, running wildly all the way, Gu Chuanxia's heart fell into an absolute calm. All kinds of emotions and thoughts echoed in his mind, but they didn't really let him indulge in them.

Along the way, the ancient legend saw the life of the people of the Ming Dynasty now, and I have to say that without the troubles of the people in the martial arts, the people's lives seem to have become better.

Chivalry is forbidden by force, and it is not a lie.

But this beauty is illusory, unreal. It's like a castle in the sky, and it will disperse when the wind blows. When all hope is pinned on the belief in idols who are either illusory or unable to respond to requests, time passes, except for old age.

In this day's rush, he saw the world hidden under false peace, saw the past, present and future, and finally understood the wise words left by some sages, which really contained indescribable martial wisdom.

"People are constant, and then they can change, trapped in the heart, balanced in the mind, and then made, in the color, in the voice, and then in the metaphor. If you enter, you will not be able to go home, and if you go out, you will be invincible to foreign patients, and the country will die. Then he was born in sorrow, and died in peace. ”

This is the truth, the true word of the Great Way.

In the past, the ancient legend pursued a swordsmanship without flaws, thinking that a sword could be turned into ten million swords, so that it would be a net of heaven and earth, and there would be no gaps, any move could be defended, and any attack would be flawless.

But now the ancient legend can understand that a sword is a sword. Just like the sword itself, it is a 'one' character, one life two, two three things, three things. But all things are one.

Only a flawed swordsmanship can give birth to a powerful swordsman, because only with flaws will he pursue a stronger and more aggressive attack.

Once the ancient legend thought that he had completely eaten the Dugu Nine Swords, but now it seems to be shallow.

He has finally reached the ultimate of kendo in his vision, which is not an imaginary boundary or level, on the contrary, it is a more vast and far-reaching realm without end.

He could feel the excitement in his heart, and he wanted to draw his sword and express the thoughts and thoughts in his heart with his sword to enlighten the people.

But he endured.

He is still waiting, because this is not a martial arts exercise, but a battle of life and death. Patience is also a contest.

Although there was a dense fog in front of him that could not be dissolved, he knew the movement of every hair of Zhu Wanfo without mistake. Every breath he took and not a single slight movement was seen in the eyes of the ancient legend and remembered in his heart. Gu Chuanxia is also very sure that any of his actions are also watched by Zhu Wanfo, and there is no neglect.

From the moment their eyes met, their hearts were together.

From Zhu Wanfo's eyes, Gu Chuanxia saw the magic knife that hurt his soul but was sad.

He still underestimated the eighteen knives of the nose passage, he thought that he had glimpsed the true meaning of the nose knife from Xuzhu, but it was not all. Just like the Mercy Knife also has a sacrificial knife, the Abi Knife also has a sacrificial knife.

Each of the sacrificial knives of the Knife of Compassion is slashed at one's own body, turning into the meaning of compassion. And every knife of Ah Nose Knife's sacrificial knife slashed into his heart, turning into a cynical demon and destroying the common people.

Similarly, Zhu Wanfo also saw the sword of the proud but merciful sentient beings from the eyes of the ancient legend.

The sympathy of the qi machine, the thunder in the sky, faintly came, the ghost gate was bombarded by a thunderbolt on the door, and the strength of the strong ambition made the ghost gate a little illusory, adding to the tense atmosphere of the mountain rain before the two of them confronted each other.

Zhu Wanfo stood in the thick fog and clouds that swirled wildly, and he couldn't help but urge the magic power.

The magic skills he cultivated seemed to be born from Zhu Di's return to the dragon into the sea, but it was more domineering, strong, and demonic than the return to the dragon and the sea, and with Zhu Wanfo's unique life, he plundered all the energy between heaven and earth, and even the potential of mountains, rivers, plants and trees was absorbed by him.

Compared with such demonic skills, whether it is the Northern Pluto Divine Skill, the Star Absorbing Dafa, or the Transformation Gong Dafa, they are all pure and upright.

Because the latter destroys at most an individual, it is a battle that belongs to the martial arts warriors, and there is no theoretical difference between killing people with a sword and using a true qi to forcibly absorb the enemy's true qi to kill. The former, on the other hand, destroys heaven and earth, and it is in an extremely tough posture that it wants to turn the whole world into the nourishment of one person, and the vibrant world into a graveyard filled with only dead air.

The essence of the entire heaven and earth has been absorbed by Zhu Wanfo, his body is rapidly transforming, every pore of his is like a dantian, endlessly absorbing the nutrients of this world, and the half-open ghost door is like an amplifier, spreading his threat to the world to the maximum.

This kind of subtle ability to seize heaven and earth and seize the essence of the universe can only be done by Zhu Wanfo's special personality. This is also the real horror of the demon star.

(To be continued.) )