Zhuang Wudao felt that his breathing was suffocated and he could not continue. The hair on his body was about to burn, but there were still more than 400 red butterflies around him, circling and dancing around him.
Is this spiritual power? I really understand it. Although it is not as powerful as Beitang Wan'er's Hundred Fissures and Thousands of Blades, it is even more difficult to resist and cannot be resisted!
Zhuang Wudao knew very well that at this moment, as long as thirty or fifty fire butterflies fell on him, he would definitely turn into flames and die. But he was helpless and had nothing to do!
With the Magi Yuangang Body around, he might be able to withstand it. However, at this moment, Zhuang Wudao couldn't remember any method or boxing technique that could help him get out of this difficulty!
Are you really going to die here?
He wanted to ask the sword spirit for help, but the 'Yun'er' who could always save him from danger seemed to not exist. Not only was her voice missing from his mind, but there was also no trace of her behind him.
A burning sensation.
The temperature around the body is getting hotter and hotter. The clothes in the inner armor also spontaneously ignite one by one.
Zhuang Wudao was forced, trying his best to suppress the fear and anxiety rising in his chest, and maintain the remaining bit of calmness and self-control.
I don’t know if it’s because the body is too hot, but the energy and blood are surging and rushing, even more turbulent and surging!
An extremely strong obsession suddenly emerged in my heart - that person is not dead yet, has not suffered retribution, and is still living freely in the world. How could I die like this?
His original intention to learn martial arts was to embark on the path of spiritual practice even if he did not hesitate to steal and kill people. For more than ten years, he has never forgotten it for a day and will keep it in his heart forever!
He wanted the man to regret his mistake and bow his head in front of his mother's grave to apologize, so that his mother could finally rest in peace and die without regret.
If this great wish has not come true, how can I die at the hands of this person?
Unwilling resentment filled his heart. At this moment, Zhuang Wudao's left rib suddenly exploded. Almost all the energy and blood in his body were drawn out and absorbed. It was constantly pulsing, just like another
Heart generation.
Zhuang Wudao's mind seemed to be shattered and exploded, and there was a roar. Countless memory scenes rushed out, making it difficult for him to control himself.
There are scenes of him practicing martial arts, scenes of his mother dying of illness, images of fierce street battles, and his understanding of boxing skills over the years. They are flying in Zhuang Wudao's mind like a revolving lantern, because these memories
It was so huge that it almost completely overwhelmed his mind.
Until Yun'er's cold voice sounded again: "Attention, Sword Master! Once the mystical power is condensed, it is difficult to change it. Once the spiritual aperture is opened, there is also the risk of being destroyed. You choose your own misfortunes, and the Sword Master needs to be cautious.
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Being reminded by this voice, Zhuang Wudao's scattered thoughts immediately gathered together, and he realized it in an instant. At this moment, it turned out that his spiritual aperture had been opened! After practicing Yunjian Jue, he could not open this false secret for many days.
The spiritual aperture was finally forced away by him today.
In other words, his mystical powers are about to be born——
The distracting thoughts were pushed away one by one in an instant, and the useless memories also faded away. In Zhuang Wudao's mind, only the four techniques of Subduing the Dragon and Subduing the Tiger, Liuhe Xingyi, Big Stone Slammer and Bull Demon Yuan Hegemon were left.
All external martial arts boxing frames.
They pass by one after another in my thoughts, or take shape individually, or merge into one.
Zhuang Wudao's eyes were confused and unable to make a decision. It was not until his eyes looked through the flying fire butterflies in front of him that he saw Mr. Mo Da, who was holding the Dao Jue in his hands and with a pale face. His eyes gradually became clear and he revealed a decision.
meaning.
In my mind, a seemingly strange and simple, yet mysterious boxing frame is gradually taking shape. Dozens of subsequent changes are gradually unfolding.
Under the left rib, in the pseudo-spiritual orifice, not only was a drop of pale golden blood essence gradually condensed, but also a trace of independent monk's 'true essence' was born. The way it circulates in the orifice is also similar to Zhuang Wu's.
In Tao's mind, this boxing style fits perfectly, and is simply one body. It is also clearly connected to his own bloodline and spirit, and cannot be separated.
"I see. This is what is called the blending of life and life, the intertwining of heart and blood, and the cultivation of spirit and will?"
This form of "mysterious magical power" he condensed not only has the unique "Qi Yuan" core in the pseudo-spiritual orifice, but will no longer need to mobilize the Qi in the body to activate it. It has also been integrated into his own blood and his own spiritual core.
Inside.
That's it! When the fist comes, the intention comes. Integrate your own spiritual will and even the power of blood into the boxing and spiritual arts.
How can such a mysterious magical power not be powerful? It has a power that is three to five times that of ordinary boxing and Taoism.
The energy pulses in his body gradually stabilized, and Zhuang Wudao's agitated and complicated mind quickly calmed down. At this time, the iron armor on his body was already red in color, almost turning into molten metal. The silver inner armor also lost all its aura.
There are dozens of fire butterflies that are about to get involved.
Zhuang Wudao didn't care at all, and silently experienced everything he had just experienced. However, within ten feet of his body, all the dust did not rise up.
"Um?"
Above the white eagle in the air, Beitang Wan'er, who was about to jump off the back of the eagle, suddenly stopped. She looked down in surprise at the figure surrounded and entangled by countless red butterflies, her eyes filled with joy and surprise.
A face full of complex meanings.
She originally thought that Zhuang had no way to escape and was doomed. But now, the outcome of this battle has changed.
And this change left even her speechless.
"Is this change in qi movement a pseudo-mysterious technique? It actually opened a pseudo-spiritual orifice. I just don't know what kind of mysterious magical power it is? I remember the mysterious technique condensed after subduing the dragon and subduing the tiger in the first heaven. The most common one is the 'dragon and tiger attack'
, and secondly, 'Dragon Panting and Tiger Seating' is also considered domineering and powerful."
Beitang Wan'er shook her head, unsure. Zhuang Wudao displayed three top skills today. Although the Subduing Dragon and Subduing Tiger Fist was good, it was not worth mentioning in comparison.
It is a pity to use top-notch boxing and external skills to condense pseudo-mysterious skills, and there is a high possibility of failure, but it is still a choice after all.
With a proud look in his eyes, he glanced sideways at Wangyun Pavilion again. Today's battle is almost certain.
The power of the 'Dragon Pan Tiger Ju' is admittedly slightly weaker. However, it is more than enough to crack the Fire Butterfly Technique, which has consumed nearly half of its power.
She was quite surprised that the ambush carefully planned by Gu Yue's family would end up like this. She also felt that Gu Yueming was really pitiful for meeting such an anomaly.
Beitang Wan'er's previous unhappiness due to losing a round was gone. She stood up from the eagle and let out a series of laughter like silver bells. She was extremely happy.
At this time, in Wangyun Pavilion, Gu Yueming closed his eyes with a heavy expression, his face slightly bitter.
Next to him, Shen Quan clenched his fists tightly and kept making banging noises. The smile on his face had not even had time to completely fade away.
"Mysterious magical powers!"
Chen Quan almost spat out this sentence between his teeth, implying rage.
Shen Quan naturally recognizes the changes in Qi caused by pseudo-mystical arts. He can completely imagine that if word of what happened today were to come out, not only would Shen Quan and the Gu Yue family be subjected to a crazy counterattack by the Beitang family, but they would also be reduced to He is the butt of others' laughter and makes people laugh in Yue City.
The ambush failed, but instead all of his subordinates were lost and slaughtered one by one by Zhuang Wudao. Even his own cronies could not be saved, which was considered a loss of face.
There is only the last thought left in my heart. It is also a pseudo-mysterious art, and there are differences between superior and inferior. The Zhuang Wudao mysterious art that has just been completed may not be the opponent of Mr. Mo Da who has been immersed in this way for many years. Even if the condensation fails, the spirit It is also unknown whether the orifice will be abandoned.
Gu Yueming opened his eyes again after a moment, his eyes clear. Today's battle was doomed to defeat, but he wanted to see with his own eyes what Zhuang Wudao's mysterious power looked like.
In the alley, Mr. Mo Da also narrowed his eyes, and the disdain and coldness in his eyes disappeared.
Something is wrong!
He had personally experienced the opening of the pseudo-spiritual aperture once. He was very familiar with the changes in the energy of Zhuang Wudao's body at this time.
Just more than twenty years ago, he was like this. He opened his pseudo-spiritual aperture in a fierce battle, which made him famous all his life, but it was difficult for him to make any progress in his practice!
Is this Zhuang Wudao about to take this step?
Mr. Mo Da's turbid eyes were filled with red light. Fear and jealousy were mixed together. This boy's blood was boiling and his foundation was solid, but he was much stronger than he was before.
With a sneer, Mr. Mo Da's little finger on his left hand suddenly exploded. A ball of essence and blood exploded, causing hundreds of red fire butterflies to accelerate at the same time and pounce towards Zhuang Wudao.
The man did not hesitate and retreated to the rear. No matter what kind of pseudo-mystical skills Zhuang Wudao on the opposite side had condensed, he was not prepared to continue fighting with him. He was Shenquan's guest, not Lei. Dead men of the Dragon Gang. Why would they risk their lives for Shen Quan and Gu Yue's family?
However, after taking a few steps back, Mr. Mo Da felt that his body, limbs and body were all forcibly captured by a force of energy, and he could no longer move at all.
And in the red fire cloud in the distance, a pair of ferocious beast-like eyes were looking at it coldly.
Although he couldn't see it, he could feel that there were dozens or hundreds of beams of energy coming through the air from a distance of a hundred feet!
It also contained magnetic elements, which not only vaguely controlled his body, but also forcibly absorbed it, dragging his figure towards the direction of the fire cloud.
Even though Mr. Mo Da struggled desperately, he was powerless. He could only watch himself being caught in the air, and his figure was rolled back.
Is this the pseudo-mysterious technique that Zhuang Wudao has condensed? What kind of technique is it that can absorb a Qi-training monk from a hundred meters away and make him unable to resist?
Suddenly, Mr. Mo Da seemed to have thought of something, his eyes opened angrily, and his pupils completely lost focus.
"Qinlong Jin! How could it be Qinlong Jin?"
On top of the white eagle, Beitang Wan'er also lost consciousness for a while, almost losing her balance and falling from the crane's back.
It’s actually the power to capture the dragon? How could Zhuang Wudao’s condensed pseudo-mystical art be the power to capture the dragon?
In Wangyun Pavilion, Shen Quan's face was also as pale as paper.
"Dragon Captor, I remember that this unique skill is unique to Zhenlong Temple?"