.Powerful blood filled the whole world, and the confused aura completely disappeared. All that was left was the middle-aged man in the center. His aura always gave people a feeling of the ultimate in martial arts. It seemed that he was this
The inheritance of the word "tiandiwu", that kind of artistic conception fills the whole world and wraps up everything.
In an instant, whether they are enemies or friends, they will fall into this kind of artistic conception. Even enemies who are stronger than themselves will be suppressed in this kind of artistic conception.
"Martial realm, reaching the perfect martial realm, the harmony of yin and yang is Tai Chi!" Qin Hao became more and more surprised, even he felt threatened in this martial realm. Compared with the bandit leader's martial realm, his martial realm
But there is a huge difference, it is almost like a three-year-old child and a giant.
"I didn't expect that when the martial arts domain reaches its extreme, it can actually form its own domain outside to oppress, and it can be released anytime and anywhere!" Qin Hao saw clearly that the bandit leader did not deliberately use the martial arts domain, but in between movements and stillness.
In that aura, there is a martial realm, completely reaching the realm of transformation.
However, Qin Hao's martial domain takes a long time to cast, and the attack range is only one person at most. If it were replaced by the bandit leader, the martial domain would be covered for hundreds of thousands of miles, and everyone would be covered by the bandit leader's weapon.
suppressed by the domain.
"Martial arts is so extreme that it can defeat all kinds of magic!" said the leader of the bandit alliance. He punched in the void and swung his fists. It was extremely slow, but it was perfect. It was even more exquisite than the Valkyrie Ao Feng. If Ao Feng was
Feng's martial arts is perfect, but this bandit leader has achieved that perfection of detachment.
He is no longer deliberately pursuing anything, it is just a simple move, but it contains the truth. For him, the so-called moves are not needed at all. What he can do is do whatever he wants, be at ease with the situation, and move according to his heart, and the power he displays,
It seems like an ordinary move, but it contains a lot of truth, as if it has been honed for thousands of years.
"There is no limit to martial arts, everything depends on one heart!" A set of fists were waved, and the entire void was in the bandit leader's artistic conception. It gave Qin Hao the feeling as if the bandit leader's artistic conception was the wind, and he was the master of this world.
The will of the wind, everything in the world is moving with the wind, even Qin Hao is no exception. He is controlled by others and will never be able to escape from this situation.
"Wuji is impossible!" Qin Hao seemed to have understood something. He raised his hand and waved his fist, moving in the wind. At first, it was still rising with the wind, like grass on the wall, constantly swaying, and even he couldn't control it.
But after a while, his fist posture suddenly changed. It was entirely to guide his artistic conception, rather than using the power of his Hongmeng body. It seemed soft and light, but it began to stir up the general trend of the wind. In his artistic conception, suddenly
Melting creates a Tai Chi circle, which can never be cut off.
As Qin Hao's fist danced, the momentum became bigger and bigger, making people unable to feel any powerful energy and strength. Instead, it was completely dominated by the artistic conception. When it reached a terrifying point, it actually
The wind that stirred up almost one-tenth of the entire world seemed to be swaying and confronting the bandit leader's wind.
Each move is not followed step by step, but it is like the Yangtze River, flowing incessantly.
"Yeah!" The old beggar's expression changed and he finally smiled. Although he was not very proficient in martial arts, he had some opinions of his own under the influence of his close friend, the bandit leader. When he saw Qin Hao wielding
When I was boxing, I had the mentality of just teasing, and felt that young people were young and had to compare with each other in everything.
But it was different now, because he felt a power in Qin Hao's fist that was hard for him to comprehend.
"Tai Chi! You are so enlightened!" The bandit leader suddenly stopped his fists. The surrounding wind seemed to have stopped at this moment, leaving only Qin Hao's wind master controlling everything. It was still soft and light, but the bandit leader
You can feel this soft and light wind. If it becomes fierce, it will be more terrifying than the great flood.
The purpose of using his fists was to teach Qin Hao. With Qin Hao's body, it would be a pity if he did not practice martial arts and only practiced physical fitness. Although the body refiners in this world also have their own skills, there are more
Use secret techniques to attack, but martial arts are different. You can use them at will, and you can catch them by surprise and attack them unprepared.
Unexpectedly, Qin Hao's understanding was so great, especially the fist moves he performed, which surprised the bandit leader even more, because this was a Tai Chi move that could only be mastered by that strange man from thousands of years ago. The martial arts of the bandit leader, more
What he learned from was the essence of that strange man, while Qin Hao completely inherited the style of that strange man.
"Ho ho ho ho"
But at this moment, Qin Hao's momentum suddenly changed, and the wind in the whole world was stirred by him. This wind was filled with endless mania and sadness, and the entire fist posture changed, as if a ferocious beast was roaring in it.
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The bandit leader frowned and looked at the old beggar. Obviously, they didn't understand why Qin Hao's fists became so manic and sad. It seemed that in the artistic conception of this fists, he wanted to vent all his emotions.
The color of the world changed due to the movement of Qin Hao's fist. This was no longer the fist and artistic conception, but endless blood boiling, as strong as the sea. Even the two bandit leaders were secretly frightened.
The current strength of Qin Hao is definitely not as good as that of the bandit leader, because the bandit leader has already reached the terrifying power of ninety-five true dragons. He is just short of the last few to overcome the tribulation and become emperor, and he still walked through the thunder tribulation.
This character almost had a chance to become emperor.
But in terms of the richness of Qi and blood, even the leader of the bandit alliance is inferior. Qin Hao's Qi and blood are endless, as if there is a world supporting him and will never dry up.
"No one can see me dancing in my clothes, and I cling to the shadow of my previous promise; I never dreamed that no one would cherish me, it should be that there are flying geese in autumn; my earthly heart is full of worldly mistakes, and it becomes even more desolate when I go to the pavilion; the beauty is far away in the secluded courtyard
Laugh, my heart and intestines are hurt when I hear this." Following this sad artistic conception, a burst of even sadder poems were recited.
The two people who originally thought that Qin Hao was crazy now finally understood something. The bandit leader was fine. In this kind of artistic conception, he could move with the wind and let Qin Hao vent. But the old beggar was different. For this kind of
The artistic conception was completely incapable of resisting, not to mention that the tears were already very low, and they fell like a violent storm.
He muttered from time to time: "You bastard, you bastard, I haven't cried for a thousand years, and you actually made me cry. If you are sad, just be sad for yourself. Why are you bringing me with you?"
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But Qin Hao was completely immersed in that kind of desolation. After he put away all his artistic conception, the old beggar shed countless rivers of tears. This was not what he wanted to shed, but Qin Hao's artistic conception.
He put himself into that scene, so he had nothing to do with love, but he was made to cry by Qin Hao.
After that, Qin Hao looked at the old beggar with red eyes and said, "Why are you crying!"
The old beggar stared at Qin Hao with eyes almost bursting with fire, but he had no choice but to cry. He couldn't even cry. In the end, he just cursed: "You're cheating me."
Qin Hao was so confused that he finally ignored him and looked at the bandit leader. At this time, the bandit leader's aura was reduced. He gave the impression that he was tough and tough, like an ordinary person, but Qin Hao
Hao is sure that no one in the world dares to underestimate the current bandit leader. This guy is likely to be a martial emperor in the future.
In that artistic conception just now, Qin Hao himself gained a lot, and even vented all the frustrations in his heart, so he was in a good mood now, but he didn't know that he vented, but he also implicated the old beggar.
When the bandit leader talked about it, he realized that he almost stopped laughing and had a stomachache.
But now he has too many questions in his heart, but just when he was about to speak, the bandit leader took the initiative and said: "I know your purpose, do you want to ask that strange man from thousands of years ago?"
"Yes!" Qin Hao nodded, "There is also something about Beiyu, the gods of Beiyu!"
"Boy, didn't you have a god with you at that time?" the old beggar said suddenly, but he suddenly thought of Qin Hao's sad mood just now, and seemed to understand something.
"She's gone! There was no news when she came, and there's no news when she left!" Qin Hao smiled, seeming to soothe all the pain.
"Let's go!" The two of them looked at each other, but the bandit leader said, "I don't know much about Beiyu, but we know very well that people from the seven major religions have entered Beiyu for many years.
place, and many have come out, such as the little Beidou gods."
"Oh!" Qin Hao was a little disappointed, he almost knew all this.
"Don't worry, I once saw some records about Beiyu in an ancient book, which may be useful to you, and they are also about the Panhuang Divine Vein and Beiyu!" the bandit leader said.
"Say it!" Qin Hao signaled.
"In the ancient war against demons, Panhuang Divine Vein can actually be cultivated, but it requires innate magical medicine to make up for the wounds of heaven. All Panhuang Divine Veins have wounds of heaven, but in that era, Panhuang Divine Veins
The powerful men of the God Clan left many innate magical medicines for future generations to practice. Perhaps this was the only compensation Panhuang left for his descendants. However, later, the descendants of the three holy emperors all entered Beiyu, and they have been
By the end of the ancient times, everyone in the world respected the three major descendants as the divine clan, so they were called the divine domain. But for some unknown reason, the Panhuang divine lineage finally reappeared in several other major domains. This happened in the early days of ancient times, and at that time
Then a word spread, seeing Panhuang's divine veins is like seeing a demon!" said the leader of the bandit alliance.
"Yeah!" Qin Hao nodded. You don't have to guess what happened next. Panhuang's divine veins completely turned into the magic medicine of luck and was killed by everyone in the world. This seemed to be an unprovoked disaster.
"According to what my old friend said, the person next to you is probably also a divine descendant, but I'm afraid I don't know which divine descendant. However, her body is very weird, and she is actually compatible with you. It seems that she was still in a state of amnesia before.
Now..." The bandit leader guided Qin Hao.
Qin Hao is not stupid either, he seems to understand something.
"And!!!" The old beggar wanted to say something, but in the end he said nothing. At this time, Qin Hao was thinking about it and almost had a clue about Xiaomeng's origin.
"What about that strange man from thousands of years ago?" Qin Hao continued to ask after settling a matter on his mind. This was related to his way home...