I can see the book of life and death

I'm dead!

Not very decent.

Without the shackles of my family, my shackles are completely broken. I can follow my heart and do whatever I want, with only two words, fairness.

I really became the knight-errant I saw in movies and TV shows when I was little.

When the road is rough, I dare to draw my sword to help.

After ten years of sharpening a sword, the frost blade has never been tested;

I'm going to test you today. Who has any injustice?

I dared to do anything, and the reward amount soon exceeded 10,000 taels.

Even though the tiger demon's early warning ability was the best in the world, after half a year of dominance, he was still killed by the General Banner of the Imperial Guard.

After all, the world belongs to Daxia.

…

After reading the entire record, Zhang Mingtu looked confused.

This round he was much more vigorous than before.

There are a few more words in the record of his life.

But in the end, the overall trend has not changed, and everything continues as it is.

Some things have changed, but some deep-rooted things have never changed and will never change.

After a long time, Zhang Mingtu came back to his senses. The latest thing that came to his mind was not the magnificent events, but the experience in the Hundred Thousand Mountains.

It is also the thing that Zhang Mingtu, who will write down his life record in the future, most wants him to remember - Dragon Fist.

In the future, Zhang Mingtu practiced Dragon Boxing in a daze and barely managed to get into it, but he knew in his heart that this was the best martial arts in the world, so he kept it firmly in his heart and mind.

In this round of experiences, what Zhang Mingtu felt most deeply was not the darkness of officialdom, nor the sadness of the Zhang family's ruin, but that force was the foundation of his life.

The General Banner of the Imperial Guard killed Zhang Mingtu, who had already had his marrow washed and blood exchanged three times, with just a few moves.

No matter how crazy Zhang Mingtu was, he had no chance to resist and only received a calm comment from him.

"Nothing more than that!"

"I only understand the tiger demon, but I don't understand the dragon god. It's just a monster!"

Dragon God?

Zhang Mingtu felt an inexplicable feeling in his heart. With his current strength and martial arts skills, he traveled around the world and became the guest of others wherever he went.

But it is far different from the true background of the imperial court. The imperial court gathers heroes from all over the world and there are countless top masters.

"However, if the imperial court had not had the power to dominate the world, it would not be so rampant and wanton everywhere."

Judging from Zhang Mingtu's feelings alone, the imperial court's strength can easily suppress the entire Jianghu and the world.

Refugee riots like this in Jianyi have no way of shaking the foundation of the empire.

The only thing the refugees can do is dye the Ganjiang River red.

In a world where martial arts strength can suppress the world, the only people who can get the attention of the court are martial arts masters. As for ordinary civilians, no one cares.

Zhang Mingtu's obsession persisted and he still cared, but he was unable to change the situation with his own power.

It is quiet at night, with only the sound of insects chirping, and a dog barking in the village can be heard hundreds or thousands of meters away.

Zhang Mingtu thought about it and couldn't sleep more and more.

The tiger demon roared ferociously in his mind, but his murderous intent was not as strong as before.

The whole tiger demon lies in his mind like a lazy big cat, and its posture is a bit like the daily state of a drunken old man.

But Zhang Mingtu knew that the murderous nature of the tiger demon had not been eliminated, but instead became more terrifying.

Just like a drunken old man, if you don't take action, it will be enough. Once you do, it will shake the world.

"Dragon Fist!"

Standing in the courtyard, Zhang Mingtu looks like a dragon, his feet are constantly moving, but the movements in his hands are not intense.

Dragon Fist is weird.

Emphasis on attention rather than strength is not so much about the outside, but about the inside.

The main thing is to form the divine intention of Dragon Fist in your mind.

Having practiced both the Mang Niu Dali Fist and the Tiger Demon Bone Refining Fist, it stands to reason that it would not be difficult for Zhang Mingtu to form the divine intention of Dragon Fist.

But in fact, Zhang Mingtu suffered a big setback in this regard.

After staying in the mountains for several months, I could barely grasp the surface, not even as good as that seven or eight-year-old Taoist boy.

Zhang Mingtu once felt inferior to himself.

Zhang Mingtu was able to find corresponding beasts in reality such as tigers and bulls, and imitate their divine intentions, fists and kicks to condense his divine intentions.

But when it comes to dragons, Zhang Mingtu is at a loss.

Although Zhang Mingtu has always been called the descendant of the dragon, his connection with the dragon is very deep, whether in his past life or in this life.

But the real dragon Zhang Mingtu has never been seen.

The Dragon Fist that the old Taoist taught him was muddle-headed and completely disorganized. Judging from Zhang Mingtu's current level of boxing, it was more like a random fight.

If Zhang Mingtu hadn't been unable to defeat the seven or eight-year-old Taoist boy, he once thought that the old Taoist was the descendant of the Five Lightning Whips.

Really, that boxing technique is completely confusing.

Now practicing Dragon Fist under the moonlight again, Zhang Mingtu vaguely grasped some of the context.

There is no routine in the whole method, just punch in the east and claw in the west.

But as he practiced, his mind seemed to be rising infinitely, going deep into the sky, and sinking into the nine heavens.

Zhang Mingtu suddenly felt a sense of indifference in his mind.

It's like looking down at the world from the nine heavens, and the unsystematic boxing skills of Dong Yuquan and West Claws, at this moment, the mind has risen to a very high place, more like a divine dragon exploring its claws.

Shenlong sees the beginning but not the end, each move still looks scattered and unsystematic, but it has a wonderful feeling.

After practicing the boxing skills several times, Zhang Mingtu wanted to practice again, but suddenly felt his mind was empty. His whole body was still strong, but his mind felt groggy, and he almost fell to the ground and fell asleep.

"Dragon Fist is actually practiced like a god."

At this point, Zhang Mingtu suddenly felt enlightened.

The scattered moves of Dragon Fist are just shadows. If you really want to practice Dragon Fist, you must sublimate your mental state.

Exhausted, Zhang Mingtu resisted the vague tingling sensation in his mind, quietly returned to the room, and lay down on the bed.

The true dragon's divine intention in his mind was still not condensed, only a cloud of mist drifting around.

Although it was just a circle of clouds, Zhang Mingtu suddenly felt a sense of clarity in his body and mind.

The tiger demon, who was lying on the ground like a lazy sheep, looked up to the sky and roared, with violent wind gathering around him.

It roared and soared into the sky, but it could not touch the ever-changing clouds.

The strong wind brought heavy clouds and mist, but it only caused the clouds and mist to disperse briefly, and then condensed again soon after.

The wind was fierce, and the tiger demons were roaring and fighting endlessly, staring at the sea of ​​clouds above their heads, as if staring at the enemy of life and death.

The divine intention condensed from Mangniu's powerful fist was just walking leisurely on the earth.

Previously, Mang Niu was forced into a corner by the tiger demon, almost completely suppressed by the tiger demon, and seemed to be swallowed at any time.

Now I feel much more relaxed and at ease, walking leisurely under the white clouds.

Zhang Mingtu felt clear in his heart.

The aloof divine will condensed in the Dragon Fist was diluted by the ferocious murderous intention of the tiger demon, making him neither as indifferent as a fairy nor as ferocious as a madman.

The two fight, and the tiger demon forces the potential in the body to bloom.

Dragon Fist just sits on top of it indifferently, strengthening the spirit.

Although there was an internal struggle within his body, Zhang Mingtu felt that his potential was fully unleashed.

"Dragon and tiger fight, but I am the winner. This boxing technique..."