Lin Zhao stood on the flying sword red leaves, his body motionless in the wind. The opponent's punch that covered the river seemed majestic and powerful, but in fact it did not have much killing intent. Otherwise, Lin Zhao would never be able to block this punch.
There was a high probability that he would be killed directly, so he directly launched the sword-breaking style, and a circular sword path appeared in the void behind him. In the next second, "chichichi" sword energy flew out from the void.
Constantly colliding with the fist intention of the river, the nearby waters were undulating, and water pillars were pulled by the fist intention, hanging between the sky and the earth like a dragon sucking water.
"good!"
In the distance, a man's voice came. Lin Zhao looked up and saw a gray figure coming from the Qingfu River. He was a young martial artist. He was wearing a gray short shirt and had an extremely clear face. He was defeated by one hand.
Behind him, his whole body was covered with an extremely strong fist spirit, and he had the demeanor of a boxing master. The moment he appeared, Lin Zhao had already understood that this man was in the twelfth realm, and his blazing martial arts aura was almost comparable to that of Chen Wanli back then.
Match!
Obviously, this is a man who stands at the pinnacle of human martial arts.
The visitor stood on the river with a majestic body. He smiled at Lin Zhao and said, "This little friend, would you be interested in a boxing match with me? It's not much, just three punches?"
Lin Zhao frowned. He couldn't see the other party's name and realm at the moment. It was obvious that the other party was hiding it deliberately, so he said in a deep voice: "We are strangers to each other. What is the meaning of Qin Quan? Besides, I am a sword cultivator. How can I pick you up?"
The question boxing?"
"It doesn't matter."
The other party smiled and said: "I only ask about three punches, and that's it. As for the meaning of this punch question, I want to find an answer. Just like you, young hero, you went south to Furong Prefecture, didn't you also want to find an answer?"
Lin Zhao was determined in his heart, and nodded with a smile: "Okay, three punches is three punches! Senior, please."
"Watch it!"
The young warrior let out a low shout, like a thunderclap on the ground. His fist power instantly reached its peak. Then he took a step forward, with tens of feet of waves behind him. A heavy punch fell from the sky, crushing him straight.
Lin Zhao's head.
Lin Zhao frowned. This overwhelming punch left him no time to think of other ways to deal with such a punch. Is there any other more suitable way to deal with such a punch besides using Shenglong Zhan? For a moment, Lin Zhao's body shook.
Shen, a tyrannical rising sword intent lingered throughout his body. The moment the opponent's punch fell, a sword provoked a dragon-shaped sword intent, which hit the opponent's fist heavily.
"Peng!"
Amidst the loud noise, the Qingfu River buzzed and trembled. Lin Zhao was obviously the weaker side, but with a single blow of the Shenglong Slash, he shattered the opponent's sinking fist, and his body landed lightly on the flying sword again.
Above the red leaves.
"Come again!"
The young martial artist laughed, twisted his body, and threw out a heavy punch. Suddenly, a fist came along the water and cut through the waves. The fist was blazing and went straight to Lin Zhao's door.
This straight blow must be used as a forceful move.
Lin Zhao also twisted his body and his breath sank. Just as the opponent's fist was coming, he blasted out a sword energy towards the bullfighting. For a moment, the appearance of a giant red bull appeared behind him. The sword light poured out and struck the opponent heavily.
The punches collided together!
"Peng!"
A water vortex tens of meters deep exploded on the river surface. The river water shot out in all directions. Lin Zhao was shocked and his body retreated continuously. However, the young martial artist still stood firm on the river water, his posture was indescribably elegant and free, and he still had his left hand.
When he punched, his right hand was behind him. He didn't try his best against Lin Zhao, otherwise Lin Zhao might not be able to catch any punch.
"The third punch!"
The young martial artist smiled slightly and punched out again. This time, the river was surging, and complex and dense fists swept across from the river, creating a myriad of scenes!
Lin Zhao frowned, not daring to slack off, but he didn't have any particularly good countermeasures, so he could only force it, so the protective sword was instantly opened, and then the flying sword turned into a bright ray of light, using the magical power of enlightenment.
Protecting the body greatly improved various resistances and survivability, but the opponent's fists were too many and too strong, exploding around him one after another. In the blink of an eye, Lin Zhao's health bar was reduced to less than 20%.
!
Between life and death, he didn't even think about it. Feijian Haoran activated his magical power Fangchun. He immediately pulled his body away from the world in front of him and appeared in his own little world. The remaining fists of the young martial artist were in the river.
It continued to explode, but it never hurt Lin Zhao at all. It wasn't until all the power of this punch was exhausted that Lin Zhao dissipated Feijian Haoran's magical power and reappeared above the river.
…
"Um?"
The young martial artist frowned and said, "For the third punch, can Fengqiang Formation Horse not do it?"
"ah?"
Lin Zhao frowned. In fact, he felt that this person's boxing intention, boxing theory, and boxing skills were very familiar from the beginning. Now that he said this, Lin Zhao suddenly understood what was going on.
Although he didn't come up with specific moves, his boxing technique is definitely of the same lineage as the Farmer's Three Fists. Now that he mentions the Feng Qiang Formation Horse, it naturally confirms this even more.
"not yet."
Lin Zhao looked solemn and lightly cupped his fists at the opponent: "After reincarnation, I only remember pulling onions on dry land and fighting bullfights in anger for the time being, but I can't remember the horses in the wind."
"I can't remember..."
The young warrior smiled slightly: "It doesn't matter, that's enough."
He lightly cupped his fists, his voice was extremely warm, and he said with a smile: "Long Dongjun, the sect leader of Tiefu Mountain in Furong Prefecture and a descendant of the Xia clan, has seen Lin Baiyi in Tianchi in the Snowy Land."
"..."
Lin Zhao knew that the other party had recognized him, so he frowned and said, "Sect Master Long, your boxing technique and the farmer's three punches seem to come from the same lineage. Is there any connection between them?"
"yes."
Long Dongjun smiled slightly and said: "Is the person who taught you boxing skills on the snowy Tianchi Lake called Long Zaitian?"
"um, yes."
"now it's right."
Long Dongjun took a deep breath and said: "Long Zaitian is my uncle. In fact, the boxing technique he learned is not called the Farmer's Three Boxings, but the Nirvana Boxing, the unique skill of our Tiefu Mountain sect. There are nine styles in total. Farmer
The three punches are just the first three moves. Nirvana Boxing has always been taught only to disciples and not to outsiders. If my uncle can teach you the first three moves, he has broken the rules."
"That's it..."
Lin Zhao felt an inexplicable sense of loss. He originally thought that the Farmer's Three Fist was already a very powerful boxing technique in the world, but he never thought that it was just the first three movements of other people's boxing techniques. However, the depression in his heart only existed for a few seconds.
I feel relieved, so what does it matter? I have the opportunity to learn the first three moves of Nirvana Fist, which is a blessing in itself.
Lin Zhao looked at the young warrior in front of him and said: "How old is Master Long? It is so rare to be in the Twelve Realm at such a young age."
"One hundred and twenty-four years old."
Long Dongjun smiled softly and said: "In terms of past life, I am actually only eight years older than you, Lin Zhao."
"It's so rare."
Lin Zhao said in a deep voice: "You should be the youngest rebirth-level warrior in the world, right?"
"That's exactly what others said."
Long Dongjun crossed his arms, with a free and uninhibited feeling all over his body, and said with a smile: "Who knows, maybe there are people outside the world, there are people outside the mountains, there are people outside this world who are younger and have better boxing skills. If
Yes, that’s really great.”
"..."
Lin Zhao smiled. In the world of martial arts, the strong compete. The real strong are eager to be the strongest. There are so many martial arts practitioners, but most of them are dissatisfied with others. Everyone thinks that their own boxing skills are superior.
, his own fist is harder, not to mention someone like Long Dongjun who stands on the top of the martial arts mountain.
Tiefu Mountain is the first sect of human martial arts. In the three southern states of the Great Shang Dynasty, Tiefu Mountain can be said to be the mainstay and a prestigious existence. As the sect leader of Tiefu Mountain, one can only imagine how high his state of mind is.
.
"Lin Zhao."
Long Dongjun smiled and said: "When you used swordsmanship on the Qingfu River to fight off the essence of the river, I discovered that your sword intention actually comes from boxing, and it is the first two moves of Nirvana Fist. I guessed it at that time
It might be you. Considering your relationship with your uncle and Tiefu Mountain, now that you are here, I, Long Dongjun, as the sect leader of Tiefu Mountain, formally invite you to visit Tiefu Mountain, how about it?"
Lin Zhao was slightly startled and looked at Wang Yue.
Wang Yue pursed her red lips and said softly: "It doesn't matter to me. Anyway, we entered Furong Prefecture. Since Tiefu Mountain has a connection with brother Lin Zhao, it's good to go and see it. What does brother Lin Zhao think?"
"OK."
Lin Zhao nodded: "In that case, Sect Master Laolong will lead the way."
"Okay, please come with me!"
Long Dongjun put one hand behind his back, Yu Feng soared into the air, and Lin Zhaojiang led Wang Yue and chased after Hongye on flying swords. Along the way, Long Dongjun suppressed Yu Feng's speed, otherwise the rebirth realm
The martial artist was running at a speed that Lin Zhao, a golden elixir sword cultivator, would definitely not be able to keep up with. Soon after, a majestic mountain range appeared in front of him. The legendary Tiefu Mountain was shrouded in clouds, majestic, thick, and full of gases!
Long Dongjun fell down and took Lin Zhao up the stone steps of the mountain road.
At the gate of the mountain, a group of Tiefu Mountain disciples looked at each other in astonishment and hurriedly clasped their fists and saluted respectfully: "See the sect master!"
"Um."
Long Dongjun smiled and nodded, leading Lin Zhao up the mountain, while Lin Zhao looked around, feeling the same novelty as Wang Yue. This Tiefu Mountain is located in the northern area of Furong Prefecture, not far from the Qingfu River, and almost all the spiritual energy here is
It was sucked dry by the Qingfu River, so the spiritual energy in Tiefu Mountain is actually quite scarce. However, the warriors on Tiefu Mountain all have no spiritual energy at all. What the warriors practice is a breath of true energy in their chests, and what they cultivate is their own bodies.
Therefore, Tiefu Mountain is a barren mountain and bad water, but martial arts are prosperous, and strong warriors of this generation have emerged in large numbers!
When we reached the top of the mountain, the inexplicable majestic pressure became heavier and heavier, almost making Lin Zhao, a golden elixir sword cultivator, unable to bear it. Wang Yue had already hid in the shrine, and the strong wind at the top of the mountain was almost unbearable.
It was so rich that a little Yin Shen like her couldn't bear it.
"Lin Zhao, look."
Long Dongjun stretched out his hand and pointed in the distance, and there were mountain peaks appearing in the field of vision. When Lin Zhao looked at it, he felt that each mountain peak was filled with strong boxing intention, as if there was a supreme boxer standing there.
Waiting for all living beings to challenge the ordinary, what kind of existence is that?
"Those are the Twelve Peaks of Tiefu Mountain."
Long Dongjun's eyes were full of pride, and he smiled and said: "Every peak hides the superb fist intention of ancient warriors. If you can climb to the top, you can get a ray of fist intention. I climbed to the top when I entered Tianyuan Realm.
Once, I only climbed to the top of ten peaks, and then I couldn't withstand the heavy pressure of heaven. It's a pity. If I could climb all twelve peaks, I would have a chance to enter the thirteenth realm of martial arts in this life."
Lin Zhao looked at the twelve peaks, his eyes couldn't help but shine, it was incredible!
