Comprehensive martial arts: Give away opportunities and return 10,000 times critical hits!

What is Initiation?

Actually, it's not fantastical.

It is a feeling that everyone may experience when they do something to a certain extent.

In this state of "entering the Tao".

Push the limits and do anything.

A painter will paint a painting that will never be able to paint a second painting in the next life.

A poet will write a poem that will never be able to write a second poem in his lifetime.

A swordsman will wield a sword that will never wield a second sword in his lifetime.

Zhao Wuxian and Wang Yuyan are in this state.

Heart-to-heart.

True and harmonious.

The spirit is united.

Flesh and blood, true qi, and spirit have turned into a sword light without distinguishing between each other.

All the true qi in their bodies.

With this sword, it rolled out and poured thousands of miles.

The sword light is not dazzling, not fierce, not terrifying, but it has the power to change the sky and the earth, and change the stars.

"God, are they really just innate?".

"What kind of swordsmanship is that?".

"Impossible, this kind of swordsmanship is already the same as heaven and earth. "

"Epiphany?".

"When you break through, you realize the Tao in an instant?".

At the post station, the people who were fighting fiercely had long since lost the mood to fight again.

They've been watching.

It is clear that this battle, they are irrelevant.

The key is whether Yuan Thirteen Limited can take down Zhao Wuxian and Wang Yuyan as a grandmaster.

Or, Zhao Wuxian and Wang Yuyan can create a myth that belongs to the Great Song Dynasty.

And they may be witnesses.

Yuan Thirteen limited himself to casting hundreds of peerless skills in one go, and also fused them into one move, which was already powerful enough.

Ruthlessly felt that even if Uncle Zhuge Zheng and I encountered it, he would suffer and might die under this trick.

But the combined sword of Zhao Wuxian and Wang Yuyan is even more amazing.

This is no longer a sword.

It's the Word.

Under this power, "Yuan", which was originally aimed at Zhao Wuxian and Wang Yuyan, suddenly appeared in the eyes of Yuan Thirteen.

It's not just "Meta".

The whole world, the light of the stars, the grass, the earth, and even the air he breathed became his enemies.

Yuan Thirteen was stunned.

A chill welled up in my heart.

He couldn't believe it.

Because he felt that he would die.

He's backing up, spurring.

But it didn't work.

Heaven and earth seemed to be his cage.

His move, even if it is him, has no way to crack it.

Poof!

Blood spills.

Unstoppable.

The body of the thirteenth limit of Yuan was pierced by the light of "Yuan", leaving a blood hole, and a mouthful of blood spurted out of his mouth.

The black robe on his body was hunting, and his body swayed, like a candle in the wind, ready to fall at any moment.

"Master!".

His apprentice "Liuhe Qinglong" was shocked.

"Myth, a new martial arts myth!".

Xiao Jianseng's face turned red with excitement, as if it was him who hit the thirteenth limit of the Yuan Dynasty.

"Incredible!".

Ruthless, life-chasing, cold-blooded and others were also shocked.

Fighting against the grandmaster with innateness, you can also hit the opponent hard with all your might

It's the invitation of the Ming Dynasty, and it didn't do it, right?

She was able to defeat the Great Compassion Zen Master, or because the Great Compassion Zen Master is a Buddhist monk, and he seems to have a hand on her.

Mu Wanqing's beautiful eyes were bright, and she was a little inferior.

When will I be able to help His Royal Highness like "Sister Wang"?

She is so weak, on this battlefield, it's like dragging an oil bottle.

When everyone was overwhelmed by the demeanor of this sword, Xie Chaohua suddenly said, "No, Yuan Thirteen Limit is not dead yet!"

Xie Chaohua, whose real name is Hua Zhendai, is the apprentice of the "Lazy Master" Ye Aichan, one of the three goddesses of the Six Doors.

Like Xiao Jiansheng and chasing them, he lurks in the [Alliance] and is already the deputy leader of the [Alliance].

As she spoke, everyone looked at Yuan Thirteen.

His body shook, but he didn't fall.

There was a hole in his chest, his heart, chest and lungs were broken, and his flesh and bones were separated, but he didn't die after all.

He still breathes.

The martial arts he has learned are very miscellaneous, and he naturally knows some life-saving secret techniques.

Moreover, the grandmaster is strong.

As long as the breath is still there and the primordial spirit is still alive, it is not dead.

"Hey!".

Yuan Thirteen Spat Blood in his mouth, let out a sneer, and stared at Zhao Wuxian and Wang Yuyan who fell to the ground opposite.

The two are still holding hands, but they have already broken away from the state of "mystery and mystery".

Yuan Thirteen Limit hair stranded upside down, like a demon god, said: "The sword move of entering the Dao realm, and then urging it with immortal bones, is indeed terrifying. "

"But, your true qi is also exhausted, right?"

The more powerful the move, the consumption of true qi and mind is also huge.

Why is a trick a trick?

It is because one move is made, and if it is not successful, it will become a benevolent.

Zhao Wuxian said calmly: "You don't have to be tempted, we don't have much true qi now." "

Then, he took out the little pill.

In front of the Yuan Thirteen Limit, he and Wang Yuyan each held their swords, swallowed Xiao Huandan, operated internal strength, and restored their true qi.

Yuan Thirteen stared at them, his eyes narrowing slightly.

He didn't know if Zhao Wuxian's words were true.

Although he is still alive, he is only alive, and he only has the strength to make another move.

But what about Zhao Wuxian and Wang Yuyan?

He couldn't see it through.

If there is a killer weapon, he will have to die.

The more calm Zhao Wuxian was, the more he didn't dare to move lightly.

Fang Cai's sword had already made his heart palpitate and give birth to fear.

Luckily, he still has a trick.

And that trick.

If he doesn't move, he can use it just as well.

In his hand, a crossbow appeared, ten arrows.

"Sad Arrow"!

This is the arrow that breaks the heart, and the hope is exhausted.

This kind of archery method is angry and resentful, and the stone is shocking.

There are only a handful of people in the world who can cope with it.

This is the arrow he refined to deal with Zhuge Zhengme.

In order for him to refine this arrow, he killed the woman he loved the most.

When he took out the arrow.

The faces of ruthless, life-chasing, cold-blooded, Xiao Jiansheng and others changed at the same time.

"He made it?".

"This kind of archery that shouldn't exist!".

Generally speaking, martial arts that do not have internal strength are at most rated as ground rank.

So, what is a Heaven-level martial art?

Heaven-level martial arts.

It has become a concept out of the category of "moves".

"Sad Arrow" is such a martial art.

Once practiced.

Even if the enemy is underground, in the sky, dozens of miles away, it is difficult to dodge an arrow through the heart.

The heavens and the earth have long since darkened.

The aura of slaughter calms the wind.

Zhao Wuxian smiled slightly, and said to Yuan Thirteen: "It's a pity, I don't want to be sad, so I can't see the demeanor of this arrow." "

He led Wang Yuyan away.

Yuan Thirteen stared, but failed to shoot his "Sad Arrow".

A white-haired old man stood in front of him.

Yuan Thirteen's pupils shrank suddenly, and he exclaimed, "It's you!"

After returning from Zhao Wuxian, Yuan Thirteen Limit felt that there was a trace of dangerous qi that existed.

Therefore, he walked step by step from the post station, rising in momentum, squeezing every inch of space around him, trying to find the other party.

But no matter how he searched, he couldn't find the other party.

This made him suspect that he was too careful.

only then turned his attention to Zhao Wuxian and Wang Yuyan.

But now, he knew there was nothing wrong with his perception.

The other party seemed to be standing by his side from the beginning.

Yuan Thirteen's hairs stood up all over his body, and he felt terrified.

Almost at the moment when the white-haired old man appeared, the arrow in his hand had already been shot.

It was not his arrows that flew, but his head.

The white-haired old man was withered and thin, without a trace of momentum, but he bit his arrow with his teeth and plucked off his head with both hands.