In his mind, the hermit immortals were quickly surrounding him from all directions, quickly approaching from fifteen miles away to several miles away.
The evil path advances thousands of miles day by day, but it always faces the threat of destruction. If you cannot always overcome countless moments of destruction, you will lose the meaning of advancing alone in the evil path... Having said the oath to never look back, Yiyun has already been prepared to face all dangers.
Avoiding things for a long time without a solution is a meaningless waste of time. He never does such a thing.
The disappearance of Yiyun is for the rebirth of Yiyun.
His consciousness slowly sank into the blood-red empty world of consciousness, where, except for him alone, there was only bright red blood slowly flowing across the space...
Xi'er's abnormality has already heralded the possibility of exploring the ability of artistic conception. From that moment on, Yiyun has decided to embark on this path that may enhance herself.
The rationality that dominates the body sinks, and the instinctive selfless mood becomes dominant.
Because I forget myself, I do not exist. Fight without fear, fight without thoughts, fight without worries... This is the most perfect state of self-forgetfulness, and it is also the most elementary state of self-forgetfulness. It is also the self-forgetfulness that needs to be maintained when fighting.
status.
High-level selfless artistic conception can be maintained while maintaining the relative existence of rational consciousness. Judging from countless past fighting practices, in fact, maintaining the relative existence of rational consciousness does not affect the instinctive fighting ability of selfless artistic conception.
Yiyun is not sure whether it is a change caused by a more advanced artistic conception or a change brought about by long-term accumulation, but Xi'er's situation truly shows that this is no longer the case.
Yiyun in the world of consciousness. Apart from quietly self-study alone in the blood-red space, there is nothing to do except recall the past...
In the dark forest, the branches and leaves were swaying in the wind. On Yiyun's face, which slowly opened her eyes, a pair of confused eyes calmly looked at the plants and trees around her.
The flying sword energy came from all directions - the rotating nine hundred and ninety-nine swords that killed gods, swept up the leaves within a hundred feet around and broke away from the restraints of the branches, spinning quickly with the sword, constantly flickering.
The deep purple Taiji light pattern forms a strange light in the darkness...
A green leaf, a bunch of sword energy.
The figure walking on the dark purple Taiji light pattern passed through the gap formed by the offset of the leaves and the sword energy in an instant, crossing a distance of four hundred feet in a flash, and appeared in the sky with the spinning God-killing sword and the green leaves swirling all over the sky.
In front of a group of flying masters...
A group of green leaves suddenly flew away. Each piece accurately cut the throat of a hermit immortal. Under the action of the flashing deep purple Taiji light pattern, each of the quick-shooting God-killing swords connected easily.
Penetrating through the bodies of more than twenty hermit immortals... In the flickering Taiji light pattern, Yiyun moved around and appeared among a group of hermit immortals. Before the surrounding hermit immortals could attack, a group of green leaves flew away, and Yiyun
Yun had already moved away under the influence of the flashing Taiji light pattern. Behind him, only a group of hermit immortals whose throats were scratched by green leaves were left...
Tai Chi special effects. Yiyun's fighting instinct and selfless artistic conception dominated his consciousness and completely controlled him. He originally surpassed Ke Ming in terms of shooting speed special effects. At this moment, his shooting speed is so fast that it far exceeds Ke Ming... In the past, everyone in the world had it.
With the shot speed effects enhanced, the absolute speed gap that would have never been possible has now become an incredible reality.
Purple shadows flashed, and the hermit immortal wearing a bamboo hat quickly drew his sword. The sword was less than a quarter out of the scabbard, and the flying green leaves had already cut his throat... The flying dark purple shadows transformed into shapes that no one could catch.
, even if the Hermit Sage appeared next to him, it would be impossible for Hiei to attack in time...
The purple shadows kept flashing and moving away, and the green leaves on the trees on the ground were spinning and flying into the sky. The God-killing swords that had no absolute lethal effect on the masters, at this moment, each one became the hermit immortal's.
Nightmare, because it was too fast, each god-killing sword flew too fast, so fast that they had no time to dodge, let alone block...
Above the dark woods, groups of hermits and immortals, with blood spraying from their throats, flew to the ground one after another from high in the sky... until there was no longer a living person.
There was not a single green leaf in the bare forest for ten miles, and the trees were all covered in bright red blood.
In the woods, Yiyun, with confused eyes, held the sword motionless and stood quietly...
Behind a tree ten feet away, Zi Shi's face, which was soaked by the rain, was pressed against the tree, looking at the motionless dark purple figure in the woods for a long time... Finally, she turned around silently. She could never dissuade her.
The path Yiyun decided, even though she knew what Yiyun wanted to do before the battle started.
Giving up consciousness to the fighting instinct of his own selfless artistic conception means that Yiyun no longer exists. The existence is Yiyun's fighting instinct. In this state, he may go to places that others can't guess and do things that others can't guess.
Maybe, it will remain silent and quiet, waiting for the endless pursuers to arrive and engage in endless battles.
In this process, the consciousness of fighting instinct will continue to tap all available power to improve combat effectiveness. Eventually, it may be able to break away from the primary selfless artistic conception and enter the second stage of artistic conception. At that time, Yiyun's rational consciousness can
Integrated with the instinctive fighting consciousness of selfless artistic conception, it dominates the body in alternating states.
Before that, Yiyun might have been fighting the pursuer non-stop, not knowing how to escape, not knowing how to avoid fighting and rest, and kept killing, and kept killing... or until he collapsed from exhaustion; or until he never came again.
The enemy commits a crime; or kills him until he escapes from the situation in front of him.
Zishan left silently. Whether it was her who did not know martial arts in the past or who was in the name of myths and legends, she could only experience the passage of time in loneliness and longing as a silently waiting character on Yiyun's pursuit of self-improvement.
Passing by...
Because the Tao is different. Zishan does not need to pursue the way of killing, but Yiyun, who is not a genius, insists on using his imperfect talent to evolve into a strong man who is not afraid of anything. This is going against nature, so his Tao,
It is also a lonely path that goes against nature.
"Yiyun, I'm here, I've always been here, I said I would never leave..."
A murmur-like voice floated in the wind into the confused ears of Yiyun... He was as stone-like, his lips moved slightly, and he muttered "Purple Shirt..."
The open arms seemed to catch the figure that was dancing in the snow and lost its balance and fell... However, the illusion passed by in a flash, and those arms touched nothing...
In the deserted mountains and forests, Yiyun wandered aimlessly with confused eyes. When passing a river coming down from the mountain, she leaned down, picked up the fish in the river, took out the golden snake sword from the vacuum bag, cut open the belly of the fish, and stuffed it.
Enter the cleaned grass...
"How long have I been here... It seems like a year, but it seems like many years? No, it cannot be many years. If it had been many years, my injury would have been cured long ago."
"Injury?" Yi Yun was at a loss. The true energy in her body was flowing rapidly without any hindrance... "No, I'm not injured. Then why am I here? Why... What was I thinking just now... I can't remember.
Get up, the fish is cooked... There is wild boar in the vacuum bag, why should I eat fish... Forgot, the fish is cooked, it's time to eat..."
The singing and dancing girls in the Yuelai brothel competed with each other to be more beautiful. Several senior elders from the Tianji Sect burst into laughter amidst the compliments of a group of new masters. One of the elders, who was a bit drunk, burped from wine and said,
With his face glowing red, he pointed at a new master and gave advice in the tone of an old martial artist.
"What are the top ten masters in my sect... Well, let me tell you, I can't afford it. I am a person with limited qualifications and blessings! The martial arts I have today only depend on my hard work and hard work in the past! You, you also have -
—All of them! I am optimistic about you, sooner or later you will become the new elders of our sect!"
The man looked frightened and raised his glass with both hands. "Thanks to Elder Tai for promoting me, my abilities are far behind those of the elders. If one day I can be promoted to an elder of our sect, it must be because of the support and care of all the elders."
, I will never be able to succeed with just my own abilities!"
Several new masters who were working together raised their glasses in agreement, and shouted a toast to the elders. Someone winked, and the brothel red card, who had paid a lot of money, hugged the arms of the elders knowingly, with tall and plump breasts.
Pretending to rub back and forth unintentionally, he smiled attentively on his face and whispered compliments in his mouth.
Several elders laughed and enjoyed the tenderness, listening to those words that they knew were compliments, but made people feel happy.
"You all have a future! Uh..." The elder who spoke hiccupped. The woman beside him gently caressed his red chest. "There is a limit to our hard work! Our limited qualifications determine our martial arts."
You can only practice as hard as you can. I can barely reach the sixth or seventh place among a thousand people... I don't have the blessings to expect to learn the ultimate magical skills like Fengqing... But it doesn't matter, we
Leader, the leader has his proud life in the world, and I also have mine! It doesn’t matter that my proud life in the world is not as good as that of the leader, but I can compare with 90% of the people in the world! So I tell you, practicing hard is useless.
Qualifications and blessings are limited! Forced hard training will only get you a few more ranks in the rankings... It is better to learn to be a down-to-earth person, and if you know how to be a person, you can be like me and live a better life than 90% of the people in the world.
The days when I was proud! To be honest, there are many people in the martial arts world who are better than me in martial arts! But among them, how many of them can be as proud as me? Ah - not many, this is why I am more capable than them
place!"
Several new masters suddenly realized something, and cheered excitedly with joy. "Come on! Elder Tai's words are like enlightenment, making people enlightened!"
Amidst the proud laughter, on a table not far away, a man wearing worthless street gear and carrying a long sword worth tens of thousands taels ignored the dissuasion of his friend who was dressed as a businessman at the same table and made a disdainful luck.
Drink it cold. "What a wine bag and rice bag!"!~!
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