Chapter 170: My Own Way

The dragon eye shot like a javelin, with an invincible momentum, this sky of ice and snow is his heaven and earth, his martial arts come from the plateau and snow, naturally in this ice and snow can exert his greatest might. At this time, his momentum is stronger than before, with invincible self-confidence and courage, in his opinion, the reason why the young man in front of him defeated him last time was only by virtue of his own carelessness and his despicable opportunism, whether it is skill or the real combat power of both sides, this young man is by no means his opponent, and it will be easy to kill him. Therefore, Longmu didn't have any hands left behind, his palms were like ice tablets, and he carried twelve points of skill, and went straight to the chest of the middle of the road, and it was a javelin shot directly, like an iceberg pushing horizontally.

The dragon's eyes are like a cold glow, burning with endless self-confidence, and his body is even more invincible and powerful. But is that really the case?

He stood there quietly without sorrow or joy, without surprise or fear, and with no fluctuation in his eyes, as if he had stood there for tens of millions of years, and had already integrated into this world.

Suddenly, Mitu moved, still calm and relaxed, without any authority. He lightly raised his right foot and stepped on it, and his fists swirled outwards to meet the palms of Longmu Kaishan Cracked Stone, and there was no strong wind on those fists, nor did they have an amazing qi, just simply walked forward, extremely slowly.

Everyone was stunned for a while, "Is this Mitu stupid? Is this looking for death?"

A soft sound flashed through everyone's ears, the sound was not loud, but it was strangely clear, as if it hit everyone's heart. Immediately after that, a stupid cold man who was shocked by everyone was on the ground, his eyes wide open, as if he was asking himself if his own eyes deceived him?

The sound of bones shattering immediately resounded over the arena, and there was a heart-rending scream that exploded, as if it was about to tear everyone's eardrums.

The dragon eye is like a paper kite with a broken thread shooting upside down, and the blood sprays wildly mixed with countless broken internal organs, no one will not believe, "The dragon eye is finished, it will be too dead to die!"

Mitu slowly closed the momentum, and the clothes were still so indifferent and quiet, where it seemed like he had just gone through a life-and-death struggle, like just doing an ordinary thing that could no longer be normal. His gaze was indifferent and quiet, coldly sweeping over everyone present, and a coercion filled this Fang Tianyu, oppressing this cold and piercing ice and snow, making everyone's heart seem to condense into ice and shatter, and the cold and stiff body was even more trembling.

Mi Tu slowly walked forward, he did not move his divine skills, his clothes fluttered calmly and indifferently, as if he had naturally become one with the heaven and earth, but the light sound of his gently falling footsteps stepping on the snow was like the sound of the avenue, knocking on everyone's heart.

At this time, this space seems to have frozen, making it difficult for everyone to breathe, and the heart almost wants to stop.

It is difficult for Longmu to understand why this is so, a young man who has not yet grown up, can only use some tricks, originally won the battle, so he let go to lure Mitu into the camp, only to kill with one blow, but unfortunately it was only one move, but it was his own death. "How could he grow up like this in this short period of time?"

Mitu's heart at this time was extremely quiet, and the move just now was just a small test of his knife. The battle of Daning touched him deeply, especially the invincible momentum of Brother Temu'er, which was like a thunderbolt in the dark clouds in the sky, cutting through the endless fog for him, making him truly touch the true meaning of martial arts.

Of course, Mitu will never go the same way as Brother Temu, although both of them are mixed with hundreds of schools to forge their own fist souls, but in Mitu's opinion, Brother Temu is to put the cart before the horse with martial arts. What Temu Ge'er relies on is only his own unique and profound internal strength and his unparalleled courage, so Tiemu'er's martial arts pursuit is an extremely strong "hegemon" word, what he emphasizes is that every move and every style must exert the most powerful power, so he wants to steal all the world's martial arts, to integrate them into one, to create the most powerful moves and skills; ”

The so-called "way of martial arts, lies in the truth, lies in God." God is the root, the truth is the way, the way is the stem, and the skill is the branch. "Therefore, the true meaning of martial arts lies in cultivating the mind, in cultivating the surname, this is his own way, this is his own true way. All the way to the south, he did not practice fists and feet, did not practice divine skills, only in the cultivation of the heart and surname; he and Yiyun, Miao Yin and other martial arts masters many times to discuss the Tao is more beneficial, he peeled off the cocoon, to remove the false and retain the truth, only pay attention to his own body and mind practice; the pure heart of the tiger in the small village made him see the surname clearly, as if he had a bright world by removing the dark clouds; he came to the north again, the endless blood and cruelty made him more determined, at this time his heart was as strong as iron and ice, and it was cast with his own endless blood.

The so-called invincible magic skills and the so-called magic skills are just branches, and the real invincibility is only in the heart. At this time, the way to the end is such an artistic conception, he walked step by step to the Mongolian ten thousand households, and there is an invincible power in his gentle steps, just like the birth of the god of martial arts, the rebirth of the god of war;

A cold wind blew, and the Mongolian Wanhu shook his wit, and immediately woke up, and shouted with his frightened eyes wide open: "Above, above, kill him!" and then he retreated step by step.

The horror in the hearts of the Mongolian guards was no less than that of the Mongolian ten thousand households, but the people were more popular than the dead, they had nowhere to hide, and they could not hide, and after a short hesitation, they could only muster up the courage one by one, and they had to scream and scream for themselves, while holding the scimitar in their hands high and rushing towards the journey.

A sneer flashed in Mitu's eyes, like a cold light slashing through, and the heavens and the earth suddenly darkened, and they became even colder. He suddenly accelerated, and actually stepped past several Mongolian guards who were approaching.

The Mongolian Wanhu was about to turn around and flee, but suddenly felt a flower in front of him, a cold wind hit his face, and a big hand lifted him up like an iron hoop.

Mongolian Wanhu immediately felt that his breath was stagnant, and he was even more dead, he screamed in horror, and at the same time reflexively swung his fist towards Mitu head-on.

Mitu snorted coldly, and raised his left hand to slash at the forearm of the Mongolian Wanhu. There was a soft "click", and the Mongolian Wanhu immediately screamed, and the forearm of his right hand was folded at 90 degrees and slowly drooped down.

Mi Tu succeeded in a blow, the thief had been captured, and he had no intention of entangling with a group of Mongolian workers, so he immediately lifted the Mongolian ten thousand households with one hand and turned around and walked towards the big camp gate.