Now there is a question, that is, is martial arts idealistic or materialistic? The possibility of materialism is very high. After all, you can only breathe when you practice muscles, bones and skin externally. In any case, martial arts moves must at least be driven by muscles -
—Not to mention flying swords.
Internal strength cannot necessarily be said to be materialistic, not to mention that there are also spiritual martial arts - although Bai Lang has never practiced it, he still knows the visualization martial arts. Besides, he has practiced the big bell and tiger after he has practiced it to the point where the golden bell is formed.
Bai Hu, who has a condensed form and true meaning - you say this is materialistic, but Bai Lang doesn't quite agree.
Therefore, will interfering with reality, and reality affecting will are both facts of this world.
If it is a materialistic cheat, then Bailang should have a big speaker to play the BGM at this time. If it is a spiritual cheat, as long as he feels that he can hear the BGM in his mind, if he is powerful, he can even let others hear it - this is the God of War.
The fight is really real...
Bailang's current situation is very bad. The storm between the sky and the earth is starting to get out of control. The nearby vegetation has been uprooted and turned into ashes. Even the wind blade has begun to bite him back - the tiger in his heart is disobedient.
The bronze bell in the golden bell cover is about to be broken, and each wind blade leaves deep cracks on the bronze bell.
Bailang himself really began to explode internally and externally, and this time his skin and flesh began to bloom, but his innate innocence firmly hung on his life - it was all Bailang's will that held him up until now. But if he continues to lose control like this, sooner or later he will change
I'm afraid it will turn into white bones, or even bone dregs will explode.
The blue lion's blood strengthened his body, but it also strengthened the power of the explosion - the power of this thing all depends on blood, and strong blood is powerful.
Bai Lang's boxing skills became more and more powerful, and he was now fighting with another me in front of him, the tiger-like me. "Finally visualized it! Damn it!" Bai Lang roared, and the BGM in his ears finally rang, and he hung up the line.
Already.
The prelude music was very short, and immediately a female voice sang, "The waves are flowing, and the river will never stop for thousands of miles." Bailang punched the air and almost got his heart ripped out by the tiger's claws, "My name is Bailang, so I will wave?!" But immediately
The momentum picked up. When the song sang, "I love you, I hate you, I ask you if you know, it's like a river that never stops." Bailang's momentum was as strong as a torrential river, with each wave higher than the other, sweeping the other wave in front of him.
I suppressed one.
The white tiger jumped and roared, splitting in two. The white tiger's phantom vaguely appeared in the white waves itself, and the golden bell roared in the waves, completely shattering the drifting waves. Both sides were counterattack forces. From an outsider's perspective,
There was actually no one in front of Bailang, but the energy and energy blades appeared out of nowhere, forming strong turbulence that collided with each other and conflicted with each other.
The wave had just crushed the other self, and the result was a strange peak protruding, and a copper bell fell from the sky to calm the wave, while the white tiger stood on the bronze bell and roared. The endless wind blade with the monstrous counter-shock wave once again swallowed up the white waves.
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The BGM changed again, and the waves naturally faded away, replaced by the powerful electroacoustic music "Yuah shrimp!"
"I really want to die!" Bai Lang felt very ashamed, "Is it possible that this BGM is based on martial arts?" Thinking about it carefully, he seemed to think the same thing - the so-called BGM was what he had heard from himself.
Did you find it in your memory? So it’s normal to base the name on his name on the first page, and then base it on his martial arts later.
Now that Nan Dou Holy Fist came out, the Southern Cross appeared directly behind Bai Lang. His fists and feet turned into sharp swords, spears and halberds, directly tearing apart the stormy waves in front of him, smashing the water-controlling bell to pieces, and even
The white tiger was also torn apart and condensed several times in the wind of the fist blade.
Amidst the exciting electric sound, Bailang knew that he still lacked a decisive blow. Thousands of punches gathered in his mind. Sparks seemed to bloom in his thoughts. With the help of the BGM's momentum, Bailang broke through his own.
new highs.
The broken golden bell that belonged to him was reunited again, turning into several pieces of simple armor on the shoulders, wrist guards, back, head, hips, and leg guards, covering the white tiger phantom that he had condensed again, and a copper bell was "dong".
"The ground roared loudly and then transformed into the white tiger.
The crazy wind stopped, and the broken wood and soil that had been rolled up in the sky fell down. There was no trace of wind. There was silence between heaven and earth. The strange calm lasted for about a few breaths, and then suddenly
An unprecedented violent storm erupted, directly blowing up things that had fallen to the ground. Tens of thousands of kilograms of stones were swept up into the air like lamp grass.
And Bailang's arms rotated, turning into afterimages like thousands of hands, while the person stood up straight, with his center of gravity behind him, his front legs weak, and a smile on his face, as if the violent wind in front of him didn't exist. "
Forbidden. One Thousand and Eight Forms of Nandou White Tiger Fist!"
This time, the whirling BGM was no longer heard by Bai Lang himself, but the loud suona sound across the cloud rift valley, "The knife will..." Bai Lang laughed loudly, and gently turned his right hand up in front of him.
A tornado that stretched from the ground to the sky rose from the ground a few feet away in front of him.
Although this tornado was only as thick as a person, it actually split the violent wind in front of him into two halves, and it seemed to Bai Lang that his other self was caught in this tornado and was crossing his arms to block it and was shocked.
Then the raised right hand flicked downwards without any smoke - the original tornado disappeared as if it had never existed, and another cone-shaped tornado fell from the sky and struck down like a drill.
This time, the other self couldn't withstand it. Although there was no harm done, he was directly lifted into the air by this force. Then Bai Lang's body spun around, "The South Fighting Tiger Breaks the Dragon!" Bai Lang disappeared out of thin air and crossed the middle space and reappeared.
Then he transformed directly into a white tiger standing upright, with the shadow of the white tiger covering his body.
A flurry of blows appeared, and the fists, feet, claws and palms were like thunderbolts, opening the other self's stance and then beating him up - the last claw pinched the other self's shoulder and threw it back. I saw the other self staggering.
After losing his balance, each of the subsequent flurry of strikes carried brilliant claw light, like the claws of a tiger.
After two rounds of fighting, the other self was pinched by the neck and lifted up, and the powerful tornado was directly involved in the shadow and tore it into pieces. However, the shadow solidified tenaciously again. Bailangshou flicked and pressed it.
The shadow fell heavily to the ground. After it bounced up, Bailang rotated his arms and shot up and down - the phantom of the white tiger roared out and directly scattered and annihilated the shadow in front of him.
"The white tiger roars!" Bai Lang stopped his hand, and this round of super-kill was released. The clouds dispersed and the wind revealed the blue sky. The sun shone on the ground that had been swept away by the strong wind. There was nothing left within a radius of several miles.
Only on the hard ground that was blown solid by the wind, Bai Lang stood proudly and independently, his clothes were in tatters, and there were deep scars on his body, even his bones were exposed.
Bai Lang, half of his face turned into bones, showed a ferocious smile. The zhenqi was flowing on those wounds, and the skin and flesh were growing rapidly...
The blood dripped drop by drop, and what fell to the ground was a small whirlwind with a sharp whistling sound. "This is finally done, hum! Half of the skill is lost! But there is no obstacle ahead, and the kung fu can still be practiced.
OK!" Bailang sat cross-legged on the ground and panted. If he hadn't jumped down, the mountain temple above would have been destroyed.
Even so, the part of the cliff where the mountain temple is located has been scraped clean, and the cliff can even be used as a mirror. "Hmph. The Forbidden Nandou White Tiger Fist. Can the Thousand and Eight Styles of the Nandou Tiger Break the Dragon?
, and finally followed by the roar of the white tiger... I’m so damn good at naming!”