Self-cultivation of the traveler of the world

This peak in Huashan has no name. The top of the peak is twenty meters square, and four pieces of bluestone stand on the south side. The only feature is its danger.

The mountains are as high as clouds, extremely strange and uninhabited, which is also the reason why the competition is set here.

There is no constitution in the competition, and it is not like later generations, such as six-to-five, semi-finals, etc., let alone resurrection competitions.

The rules here are simple and rough!

They just fight, until they are beaten, and if they are not beaten, they will continue to fight. They are all prides of heaven, and no one will cheat, so there is no one who comes up to witness it.

If the world's number one person cannot be defeated, others will not admit it.

There are six people, each of them is an opponent. At this time, no matter how good the relationship is, they will not hold back. This is respect for others and respect for oneself.

The atmosphere at the scene was extremely solemn, and no one dared to take action first, for fear of being hit by everyone.

Therefore, the choice of action is very cautious.

Haoyang was in the sky, Ouyang Feng lost his patience. He held the spiritual snake staff in his left hand and his eyes wandered.

Suddenly, he kicked the tail of the staff with his right foot and hit Wang Xuebin.

He didn't understand other people, and Wang Xuebin was the most famous, so he planned to test Wang Xuebin's quality first.

When Wang Xuebin heard the sound of the wind, he did not retreat. He took a step in a slant and used the steps of Baguazhang.

In theory, the best way to deal with such long weapons is to fight in close combat.

There are always exceptions in everything, and everyone with poisonous Taoism like Ouyang Feng is an exception.

Wang Xuebin and Ouyang Feng took the lead in the fight. Seeing that his target was stolen, Huang Yaoshi chose Wang Chongyang, a famous opponent.

Hong Qi and Duan Zhixing were not idle either, and they formed a group of people.

No one wants to attack with more, unless one cannot defeat.

Ouyang Feng, who was the first to take action, was also the first to be unable to support him.

Ouyang Feng's kung fu is different from that of the Central Plains. His stick technique points to the east and hits the west, and his magic is elusive.

Unfortunately, I met Wang Xuebin. He is very familiar with the skills of the Western Regions!

When he got familiar with him, Ouyang Feng was frustrated!

Wang Xuebin punched Ouyang Feng's flaw.

He avoided it and took Wang Xuebin's punch with a spiritual snake stick.

clang!

The sound of gold and iron fighting came from the intersection of fists and sticks.

Wang Xuebin's boxing force was so strong that Ouyang Feng could not resist it at all.

The force was transmitted from the body of the staff to the wrist, and the hand could not control it immediately. The spiritual snake rod hit his chest.

The man and his staff flew out about twenty meters and hit the bluestone. A mouthful of blood was spurted out of his mouth, making it difficult to get up.

He lay on the ground, looked at Wang Xuebin in shock and asked:

"You...how did you see through my path?"

Wang Xuebin did not stop and answered directly:

"You haven't learned the skills of the old man in the mountains yet!"

Ouyang Feng's brother is the predecessor of the Ming Cult. Except for the direct toad skills, all other skills are learned from the Ming Cult.

Wang Xuebin is the one who knows the best way of martial arts in the Ming Cult. After all, the Holy Fire Order of the Old Man in the Mountains is still in his hands.

Wang Xuebin gradually became excited, and looked at Hong Qi, Wang Chongyang and others who were fighting together and rushed up directly.

I saw his aura open, and he punched out, and his muscles and bones were roaring together.

A loud explosion accompanied by a huge power pressed towards the four people fighting.

The momentum shocked the four of them.

No one would have thought that Wang Xuebin, who is usually gentle and kind, would have such power when he started to fight.

Boom!

A punch hit Hong Qi with the overflowing fist wind.

As the fists and palms intersected, a shocking roar came.

The Eighteen Palms of the Dragon Subduing Palms are the most powerful palm techniques, but Wang Xuebin's fist is not weak at all.

He punched seventeen consecutive times with Kung.

Hong Qi took 17 steps in a row.

"Haha! The Eighteen Dragon Subduing Palms? Not bad!"

Wang Xuebin smiled heroically, took half a step forward, and made deep footprints between the rocks.

The force started from the ground, with the back of the belt, the shoulder strap shoulder, and the elbow of the shoulder strap, and the punch broke out, and there was a shocking image of the rocks and shocking sky.

Hong Qi had no choice but to avoid it, and he tried his best to use a dragon to swing his tail.

This is the last move of the Eighteen Dragon Subduing Palms, and it is also the most powerful move.

The secret of Dragon Subduing Palm is to score seven points and keep three points, so that it can last for a long time, but now Hong Qi doesn't care about so much.

The strength that gathered all over the body was blown out with all his strength.

Bang!

With a blast, Hong Qi flew out, collapsed on the ground, unable to fight again.

On the other hand, Wang Xuebin and Lian Zhan still looked very arrogant.

He turned around and looked at the three people who were stunned and said with a smile:

"Come on, I'm going to hit three!"

After saying that, he rushed forward without waiting for them to refute.

Wang Chongyang's skills are really great.

As he jumped forward, the person turned into a phantom in the air. As he whistled, he divided three sword lights and stabbed Wang Xuebin's big acupoints.

Wang Xuebin's expression of indescribable joy seemed to not take Wang Chongyang seriously.

As soon as he turned, the person disappeared.

Wang Chongyang's sword also stabbed into the air!

"Brother Huang, be careful!"

Duan Zhixing's roar suddenly came from Huang Yaoshi's ear.

Suddenly, his hair was blowing up, and he rushed forward, turned his body in the air, facing Wang Xuebin, holding the flute and standing.

Not only did Huang Yaoshi feel creepy, Duan Zhixing, who was standing beside him, was also terrified, and his reaction could not keep up with Wang Xuebin's actions.

Wang Xuebin glanced at Duan Zhixing, but didn't care. He swung his right hand and a black fan appeared. He held the fan in one hand and looked at the three of them.

"I am coming!"

As soon as he finished speaking, the person turned into a phantom again and wandered around the three of them.

The three of them worked together to fight Wang Xuebin with quick action, and in a flash, more than ten moves had passed.

Suddenly, Wang Chongyang's sword trembled, dispersing a mass of energy. Duan Zhixing, who saw this, shouted in shock:

"One Yang Finger? You actually know one Yang Finger!"

He has practiced this kung fu for twenty years and can recognize it even with his eyes closed.

Wang Xuebin fell on the bluestone beside him and looked at the surprised three people and said:

"Mingjiao Town Cult's magical power, the great movement of the universe, please give me advice!"

After saying that, he flew into a group of battles again.

Hong Qi and Ouyang Feng, who were lying on the ground, looked at the gangsters, and their foreheads were filled with cold sweat.

They can still see the moves of Huang Yaoshi and Duan Zhixing clearly, but they are really powerless to do anything about Wang Chongyang and Wang Xuebin's moves.

Thinking of Wang Xuebin, who had fought with them just now, I couldn't help but feel scared. If Wang Xuebin had full speed, life and death would be impossible for them to be.

Two more figures flew over the thoughts, either someone else, but Huang Yaoshi and Duan Zhixing. Seeing their stiff bodies, they were obviously lit with acupuncture points.

On the field, Wang Xuebin and Wang Chongyang stood opposite each other. Wang Xuebin looked at Wang Chongyang who was alert with a sword and said:

"Zhengren Wang, you and me are the only ones left. Why? Do you need to take a break for a while?"

Wang Chongyang shook his head and asked back:

"Are you tired of Guanlan? Why don't you take a break first and wait until you have enough rest and let's fight again!"

Wang Xuebin smiled when he heard this:

"Since the real person doesn't appreciate it, I'm sorry for being rude!"

After saying that, he put away the fan and punched lightly.

Both of them have innate cultivation, their spirits are introverted, and their reputations are not very high when they fight.

But whether it is the sword marks crisscrossing on the ground or the bluestone that are broken into powder, they all show the unusual moves of the two.

Wang Chongyang's sword technique is simple and grand, with one move and one move, clear and clear.

Wang Xuebin's boxing style is harmonious and steady, and he welcomes and sends him to the front and extends with the bend.

When they reach their level, the moves are meaningless.

What is really competing is foundation, vision, mind, and perseverance!

The two fought from mid-day to sunset, and from dusk to dawn.

The four people on the side had recovered, but no one intervened in their battle, but watched intoxicatedly.

The two of them kept fighting, and waves of white smoke came out of their bodies. This was caused by the evaporation of true qi and the evaporation of sweat. At this time, it had reached the moment of competing for perseverance.

"Guanlan, you and I are the same clan. Why can't we work together to carry forward the foundation of our ancestors? Why do we need to add many obstacles to our uncle?"

Wang Chongyang really wondered. He didn't understand Wang Xuebin's thoughts. He had never seen the prosperous world in later generations, nor could he understand what Wang Xuebin did.

The two of them had not stopped, and their respective auras were filled with their bodies.

Wang Chongyang had a clear and empty aura all over his body, and it was obvious that the Taoist Dharma had reached its peak.

Around Wang Xuebin, there was a spirit of sparks spreading.

"The way is different, and we don't plan to each other. We are weak, the national highway is not prosperous, and there are wolves around us, and we are in danger of overturning us from time to time! Do you want me to preach with you?"

Wang Chongyang was silent when he heard this and then said:

"I have also wanted to support the Han Dynasty and not fallen, but the Song court is incompetent and unsustainable. If you act, the Song court will persecute you with the Jin Kingdom. Why bother?"

Wang Xuebin smiled disdainfully:

"Song court was unrighteous and overthrew the Song court. The Jin Kingdom persecuted the Jin Kingdom and cholera. Wang was for the sake of our Chinese clan, not for the whole family and the whole family!"

Wang Chongyang said in horror:

"You want to rebel?"

Wang Xuebin said firmly:

"This is a revolution!"

"You mean the throne?"

"I have no intention of authority!"

"Aren't you afraid of making money with everyone?"

"Wang is afraid of others' complaints!"

Wang Chongyang looked at Wang Xuebin, and the clear and empty energy in his body condensed at the tip of the sword, forming a three-foot sword light that slowly pierced out.

"You are harming the country and the people!"

Wang Xuebin was not willing to be outdone. His courage was dissolved in his chest and punched him in a burst of passion.

"I'm for the Han Dao Yongchang!"

clang!

Where the fists and swords intersect, they emit a shocking golden sound.

Click! Ping!

Then came the sound of the sword shattering.

Wang Xuebin actually used his flesh and blood body to break the sharp sword containing true qi with his bare hands.

Wang Xuebin's fist was not diminished, and he hit Wang Chongyang in the chest with one punch, knocking him onto the bluestone.

The bluestone he had presented himself immediately shattered, and he vomited a mouthful of blood and collapsed weakly on the ground. He looked at Wang Xuebin and said tremblingly:

"I am powerless to stop you, but Wang Guanlan, if you are wrong, the people of the world will be destroyed in your hands!"

Wang Xuebin stood there quietly, looking at the dawn sky and said:

"Zhengren Wang, our China should not be like this. He is smart, hardworking, resolute, and unyielding. We should not be like this!"

The sun was as usual, revealing thousands of rays of light.

"We should not do this. Every citizen has the right to choose his future, and every citizen should strive for their own happy life!

The state cannot deprive them of their right to choose the future, nor can they deprive them of their right to struggle!

Wang will hand over the right to choose and struggle to the people themselves, and they will decide their future!

Zhenren Wang! Times have changed!”