It was three watches in the night, and the heavy snow gradually stopped.

After a large patch of white hair fell from the dense dark clouds, a few traces of moonlight appeared in the sky.

Out of Jiangfu, Jiang Chen stepped on the moonlight and walked in the direction of Changsha City.

The cold wind blew on his face, not only did it not feel a biting chill, but it made him feel dry and cool.

In fact, after cultivating martial arts to his level, there is no need to be in the unexpected realm at all. Whether it's cold or hot, you can switch at will.

To a certain extent, the human body is also a small world, and the external environment is a big world.

A martial artist who can use his own "small world" to confront the external "big world" can be regarded as a master.

Jiang Chen took a big breath, the ice wind and cold snow entered his body****** diplomatic sense, heaven and earth refining his body, the thunder and bell in his body rang, and he immediately felt that countless impurities in his body were discharged little by little with the breath between breaths.

This is a sign of physical strength.

When the physical body is cultivated to a certain level, it will be able to be flexible and connected with the mind, and it can freely control many subtleties in the body that ordinary people cannot perceive, remove dirt, repair damage, and store nutrients.

In the long run, many toxins in his skin and muscles will be completely removed, and not only will there be no odor on his body, but there will be a fragrance like a god or a Buddha.

Jiang Chen walked quickly, his body like electricity.

Almost every step you take, you can step a distance of several feet, which is comparable to the galloping of a fierce horse.

His current temperament is like a sharp sword, like the sword immortal of ancient Taoism, with a kind of sharp meaning of cutting yin and yang and piercing the sky.

In fact, Jiang Chen didn't have a sword, and his favorite weapon was not a sword.

In monasticism, the sword symbolizes only an artistic conception.

The sword cuts the dust, the sword cuts the demons, the chaotic world, all kinds of entanglements, the red dust, I cut it away with a sword, sweep away the three thousand troubles, and achieve the realm of great purity and enlightenment.

This is also the Taoist legend of the wisdom sword, which is used to protect the law and protect the way, and the law is comprehensive, and naturally the world's martial arts can be well understood.

Jiang Chen recalled history, his gaze passed through the void, and he seemed to be communicating with countless martial arts seniors.

The ancient Daomen originally originated from the inheritance of ancient knights and qi refiners.

The ancient warriors, for the sake of chivalry, pay attention to "words must be done, deeds must be fruitful, promises must be sincere, do not love their bodies." ”

Martial artists cultivate their lives, rely on their own hearts, break all the shackles of the world and red dust, and be free and uninhibited, so that they can cultivate to the highest realm of martial arts.

However, he also knew very well in his heart that the prosperous era of martial arts was probably over.

Since more than 100 years ago, Xiyi brought guns and gunpowder from the distant ocean from across the ocean, and the predicament faced by the warriors has become bigger and bigger day by day.

Two or three hundred years ago, a master who had practiced martial arts to the point of him, wearing heavy armor and holding a sword, could break through the ranks of hundreds of people by one person.

But now, the muskets made by the Xiyi people with industrial technology are ten times more powerful than the strongest bows and arrows. As long as everyone holds it in their hands, even if they are a generation of grandmasters who have cultivated King Kong, they will die under the gun.

Jiang Chen had roughly estimated before that with his own skills, if he faced the gun-wielding squad head-on without a sneak attack, there would be a risk of injury if there were more than ten people, and if there were more than twenty people, it would definitely be nine deaths.

In fact, if he hadn't stood on a stake in the snow tonight and inadvertently broke through to a new realm, he wouldn't have been sure to compete with the caravan of Britain.

Jiang Chen casually flickered and moved, and after a while, he came to the city wall of Changsha City.

A large road paved with bluestone slabs, leading straight to the city gate, shining white in the moonlight, is the way out of the city.

"Huh?"

However, at this moment, his pupils shrank, and he saw the figure of a girl in his eyes, which appeared at the end of the road out of thin air.

This is a girl in white, at the end of the long road, stepping on the moon, like an immortal in the sky, ethereal without the slightest smell of fireworks.

She has the starry sky above her head, her feet on the moonlight, and she walks step by step as if she is virtual and real, giving people a sense of being separated from the world as if her body is in the world, but her spirit is hidden in the depths of the heavenly palace, which is difficult to touch no matter what.

Seeing the scene in front of him, Jiang Chen couldn't help but stop and be stunned.

In this girl, he had a strange feeling from afar.

It's midnight, and the city gate has long been closed, and the girl in white obviously came in over the city wall.

The city wall of Changsha City is easy to defend and difficult to attack, the height is more than ten zhang, and it is flat and smooth, and there is no point to borrow at all. Even with his current cultivation, it would be very difficult to volley in the air outside.

What's more, it is now the lunar month, approaching the New Year, and in the suburbs and fields of the city all over the country, many mountain bandits and bandits are beginning to move, and there are countless Daning officers and soldiers patrolling around the city wall day and night.

The masters who can volley over the wall under this kind of encirclement may at least have to be at least the level of transformation realm.

In Changsha City, there is actually a powerhouse in the transformation realm?

Jiang Chen raised his eyebrows, and suddenly saw that Hunter was happy.

Although he has been in the martial arts for ten years, he has not seen many levels like Huajin.

Although there are tens of millions of people in Daning Kingdom, there are only tens of millions of people who cultivate martial arts, but there are only tens of thousands of people who have cultivated their strength from the outside to the dark. As for the further transformation realm, it is mysterious and mysterious, and I don't know if there are four or five hundred of them in the whole country combined.

For a high-ranking person of this level, even he only knows three or five people.

Flutter.

At this time, a whistling sound suddenly sounded out of thin air.

Just when Jiang Chen was slightly stunned, a hundred zhang away, three white rays of light were like meteorites falling from the sky, pulling out a long series of sparks from a distance, carrying an incomparably harsh sound, hitting the three acupuncture points of Heavenly Court, Tanzhong and Dantian towards him.

These white rays of light are a few artificial snowballs. But after being thrown at a rapid speed, it was as hard as iron, and even rubbed bursts of sparks in the air.

This kind of power is indeed a means of transforming into a half-immortal.

"Huh?"

Feeling the three snowballs coming from the pavement, Jiang Chen's eyes lit up, his right leg suddenly shook, the bluestone slabs on the ground around him shattered like tofu, and the earth fluctuated like magma, shooting up several huge stones of several feet, shattering the snowballs that separated the attack into a white mist.

The fog disperses into smoke.

In the white smoke, a white figure drew a straight line on the snow-covered ground, crossed a distance of 100 zhang, and in a breath, it had come to him in an instant.

"Good kung fu! You can block my attack so easily, you are already standing under the transformation realm, the peak master!"

The clouds cleared, and under the moonlight, a girl in white who was as cold as smoke walked casually and looked at Jiang Chen with her hands down.

She looked relaxed, and her every move seemed to be a leisurely stroll, and she didn't care about the outside world. But as she approached step by step, there seemed to be an incomparably huge coercion around her.

"Who are you?"

Jiang Chen's expression was straight, he retracted his gaze, and asked.

"It doesn't matter who I am, but I see in your eyes the desire to fight. It's okay, meeting today is fate. I also want to see when I arrive, my warrior in Changsha City, as strong as you, has some strength. ”

The girl in white smiled again, but suddenly, a ray of essence burst out of her eyes, and her shot was like lightning, directly pointing at Jiang Chen's chest!

Her slender hands, smooth as white jade, look like a work of art created by heaven and man, and they are extremely beautiful. But no one will doubt that if they are hit by this hand, the next moment they may be broken.

"Good!"

Faced with her sudden attack, Jiang Chen's eyes flashed, not only did he not retreat or hide, but his momentum burst out.

He could feel that there was no murderous aura in the opponent's moves, it was completely the same as him, it was purely a manifestation of the joy of people in martial arts.

Call!

Jiang Chen shot like a dragon, stepping on the fight. His palm is slightly concave, like the earth, which can contain everything and devour everything.

This is the Buddha's Jizo king's palm, which can defuse all attacks, just like the gate of Xuanjiao, which is the root of heaven and earth, and it is not used diligently.

This palm gives people the feeling that it can be caught steadily when the sky falls.

However, when the girl saw this, she didn't think so, her green and white jade-like fingertips hit Jiang Chen's palm again and again, and the solid and incorruptible artistic conception was instantly broken.

In the center of his palm, a large area of bruises instantly appeared, and the two of them also retreated with a touch, each flashing back ten feet away.

"Amazing, worthy of being a master of entering the realm of transformation. If I fight with my life, I'm afraid I'll probably die at your hands tonight. ”

Jiang Chen withdrew his hand, stepped back, and said with a solemn face.

His palms were bloodshot and slightly red, like fiery iron hands. Between the circulation of qi and blood in the palm, there was no movement, and the blue and purple scars on it had already healed automatically.

The mind carries the flow of qi and blood and repairs its own damage. He was only half a step away from stepping into the Transformation Realm.

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