The first thousand one hundred and sixty-eight chapters
"Wu Ming, please advise!"
Wu Ming narrowed his eyes slightly, cupped his fists and saluted, and stood on the same spot with his feet evenly spaced.
Surprisingly, this Grand Master of the Third Realm named Yan Feng did not attack like Yin Feng, but also stood still.
call!
But just a moment later, a dull air flow appeared between the two people, as if suppressed by the two people's momentum in a vacuum, traveling at extremely fast speeds, gradually forming a small sand and dust tornado, and skyrocketing at a speed visible to the naked eye.
"Hmph, you dare to compete with Brother Yan in terms of momentum. Little do you know that the skills practiced by Brother Yan are as immovable as a mountain. No matter how hard you hammer, I will remain immovable!"
"More than that, Brother Yan has reached the ultimate state of martial arts as early as half a year ago. Even this boy is at the same state. It can be seen that in the previous battle, he took a flexible body method. Brother Yan's body cultivation is exactly the same.
Its nemesis!”
"Now, I hope this kid can be tougher. As the saying goes, don't look back until you hit the wall. Hehe, if you hit the wall head on, it won't be as simple as a bloody head!"
Standing in the square with an inconspicuous figure, Yan Feng looked like a majestic and towering mountain in the eyes of many people, with no peak visible at a glance.
There is nothing better than this to look up at the mountains!
Especially the juniors who have not reached this level of true martial arts, all have this thought in their hearts, their eyes show reverence, and they bow their heads involuntarily, as if they are worshiping a king!
But Wu Ming, who was opposite him, still had a smile on his face and looked at Yan Feng calmly, without even a sign of moving.
"Something's wrong!"
The woman who reminded Yin Feng earlier frowned sharply, glanced at the two people in the room, and turned her head to look at Qiu Tong. The latter's eyelids were slightly drooped, as if he didn't care at all, and finally lowered his voice to communicate.
Said, "Qiu Laoliu, didn't you say before that this man's body skills are amazing, and he has extremely sharp and changeable sword skills? Why is his aura so powerful that even before Yan Feng is as motionless as a mountain?
Not affected?"
"Just watch. This kid is arrogant and arrogant. Even if he can withstand the pressure of Yan Feng and the overwhelming force, he will definitely be at the end of his strength!"
Qiu Ju suppressed his uneasiness because Wu Ming was acting too evil.
Although he was injured by Wu Ming's sword that day, firstly, it was due to his own carelessness. Secondly, the edge of the Lengyue sword was far superior to ordinary Taoist weapons of the same level. Wu Ming had recently made a breakthrough and his strength had greatly increased, which made him
These old and peak Grandmasters suffered a loss.
If fighting alone, Qiu Ju is confident that he can defeat Wu Ming, but the premise of all this is that Wu Ming does not use external forces such as treasures.
Now, this is exactly the case.
"Hmph, it's best that this is the case. In order to get you an extra spot at Rolling Stone Peak, Junior Sister Yin and I took the lead in exposing the unique skills of our children. People will definitely pay attention to it. If it doesn't work, you don't have to suffer any more setbacks!"
Another peak master sent a message.
Qiu Ju's old face twitched, the gloomy look in his eyes flashed away, and he nodded to the last person imperceptibly.
The young man's face tightened and he looked solemnly at the field.
"It's interesting that here you can encounter combat techniques similar to those of the mountain giant spirit clan. In other words, most of what the descendants of the nine great pirates have learned are from the great monsters of heaven and earth. Even if they have banned their own blood, they can still
Through countless generations of deductions and inheritances, I have also left behind the martial arts that best suits me!"
As everyone knows, Wu Ming at this time was not only not affected by the opponent's general trend, but also silently felt the changes and peeked into the essence to feed himself.
Get rid of the dross and keep the essence!
This is also one of the fundamental reasons why Wu Ming’s true martial arts can progress so quickly.
The previous battle in the Qianjie Sword Sect's sword forest gave him his first glimpse of the way to turn complexity into simplicity, but if he wanted to truly take this step, he needed to tirelessly absorb the essence of martial arts.
After all, this is a martial arts technique that only very few semi-saints, or even saints, can master!
Since breaking through to the second realm of Yang Shen, although he has gone through a melee between the Dongzhou Semi-Saints and been surrounded by hundreds of elite Grand Masters, he is still more exhausted and has no time to figure out the opponent's martial arts.
"How brave!"
After drinking some tea, Yan Feng's eyes flashed with surprise and he boldly took a step forward.
boom!
The sand and dust whirlwind formed between the two suddenly surged more than twice as much, and made a roaring sound. As a more majestic and thick force surged from its body, the compressed sand and dust whirlwind slowly moved toward Wu Ming.
tilt.
"Okay, Senior Brother Yan is going to win!"
A group of fellow warriors applauded one after another, all thinking that Yan Feng had the upper hand. With such a huge momentum, how could there be any reason to lose?
But those who truly understand the true meaning of Yanfeng's martial arts, or those who have advanced cultivation, have a dark expression, just like the peak master of one of the six peaks where he is, the burly middle-aged man who communicates with Qiu Ju, holding on to the armrest of the chair.
The veins on the back of my hand jumped violently.
"Hmph, you are really arrogant. You dare to peek at Feng'er's true meaning of martial arts under the pressure of the general situation!"
The burly middle-aged man squeezed out a sentence between his teeth.
In normal times, as a veteran peak grand master and a half-step saint, he would never be so rude. But Wu Ming, a young martial artist whose martial arts focus is restrained by his own disciples, dared to do this. Why?
Different from contempt?
The corners of Qiu Ju's eyes twitched fiercely. When he saw his son, the young man, looking happy, the disappointment in his eyes flashed away.
Even though Wu Ming and Yan Feng haven't decided the winner now, they can't see the key. Their own disciples are losing invisibly. Even if they win by waiting for work, so what?
Because the essence of the martial arts practiced by Yan Feng is as immovable as a mountain.
If the enemy doesn't move, I won't move. If the enemy moves, Mount Tai will crush me!
But for him to move first now only means that his own momentum cannot overwhelm Wu Ming, but he is counterattacked and is already at a disadvantage!
"Is it as still as a mountain?"
Wu Ming smiled slightly, his figure remained motionless, and the light and shadow behind him were distorted, like a vajra's angry eyes. It was the embodiment of the Wuji Dharma that condensed King Ming's Dharma!
However, no one could see it clearly. Even a strong person like Qiu Tong could only see a huge ball of golden light without any cover!
Rumble!
The sandstorm suddenly stopped, reversed its direction, began to slowly rotate backwards, and pressed towards the opposite direction.
"throat!"
Yan Feng's expression changed slightly, and he grunted. His thin shoulders swayed slightly, but he did not move at all despite the overwhelming pressure.
But the reflection in his pupils no longer contained the image of Wu Ming, but a golden shadow that was leaning on the sky and the earth, and whose true appearance could not be seen clearly. It seemed that a random movement could shatter the heaven and the earth.
The will is reversed and suspended. The occurrence of this situation only shows that Wu Ming's true martial arts is superior to it, and the unique skills he masters are also more profound.
"If you want to get a glimpse of the true essence of my martial arts, then you have to see clearly!"
A look of confusion flashed in Yan Feng's eyes, and then he gritted his teeth firmly, stretched out his hands, and moved his feet slightly, forming an extremely mysterious posture.
boom!
In an instant, the momentum surged, and although the unpressurized sand hurricane rolled back again, it was once again stuck in place.
"Okay, okay!"
The burly middle-aged man looked happy.
"Master Yan's nephew is usually taciturn, but he is not a submissive person. Instead, he becomes more courageous with every setback. He is a late bloomer. Unexpectedly, he found an opportunity for a breakthrough through his hands!"
The woman and Qiu Ju looked at each other and congratulated the burly middle-aged man, "Congratulations to Lord Yan, you have a successor!"
But the smiles of everyone present froze, especially the burly middle-aged man, whose expressions were extremely ugly. When Yan Feng's momentum reached its peak and he let the sandstorm move without making any move, Wu Ming suddenly moved.
Like a wealthy young man strolling in the back garden of his home, Wu Ming is smiling, with his right hand behind his back and his left hand in front of him. He is also like a scholar wandering around the lake, gentle and elegant, calm and gentle, and not affected by the weight at all.
The influence of the general trend.
But that’s why it’s so incredible!
Rumble!
The sand and dust hurricane that appeared under the pressure of the two momentums moved towards Yan Feng again, and continued to shrink. Until Wu Ming came closer, the hurricane shrank into a sand roll about a foot high.
It was as if all the oppressive momentum had turned into air. In front of Wu Ming, it was like the spring breeze blowing on his face, the snow meeting the scorching sun, and the clouds and breeze light!
"How is that possible?"
Yan Feng's eyes were dull, as if they had lost focus, and he was completely lost. Although the momentum around him was still there, it gave people a feeling that it would collapse at any time.
From the previous high-rise building to the ground, to the current building that is about to collapse, the contrast is so great that everyone feels extremely awkward, as if there is a big stone blocking their chests, and they can't breathe.
Even the masters of the six major peaks and even many of the great masters of Huya Island who think highly of themselves are like this.
Because I can’t understand it!
"Feng'er!"
The burly middle-aged man's expression changed drastically, and he shouted sternly, "You dare to disturb my son's mind and destroy his martial arts foundation, I..."
"shut up!"
Only Qiu Tong frowned slightly, his eyes flashed with surprise, and he took a deep look at Wu Ming.
At this time, Yan Feng, the general trend of martial arts has been crushed, so that his mind has been lost and his will has been taken away. Even if he can wake up, if he cannot get out of the shadow caused by this, his future will be slim, and it can be said that martial arts may be cut off.
If this is true, the feud will be serious!
"What do you want to do..."
Whether intentionally or unintentionally, a young warrior saw Wu Ming continue to step forward and shouted loudly. However, before he could finish his words, he was silenced by a powerful force. He was horrified and refused to look back. He saw Qiu Tong looking at him with cold eyes.
"Pfft, the island owner forgives me, my disciple had no intention..."
The reflection in this man's eyes looked like a giant tiger had opened its bloody mouth, intending to devour him alive. His heart was suddenly shaken, and although his liver and gallbladder were not torn apart, he was still vomiting blood.
"snort!"
Qiu Tong snorted coldly, and his cold and sharp eyes fell on an old man sitting motionless in front of the young man.
The old man's expression was extremely ugly, his eyelids were slightly drooped, and he pretended not to notice, but his expression had already given him away, and he did not dare to look at the burly middle-aged man opposite him, who looked like a cannibal.
In just a short while, Wu Ming had already arrived in front of Yan Feng. The latter's eyes were still unfocused and he kept looking at the position where Wu Ming left.
"If the mountain is not mine, I will be the mountain!"
Wu Ming patted Yan Feng's shoulder, smiled and whispered, "Brother Yan, you're in trouble!"
After saying that, he went straight to the front of the hall and looked at the last person with a smile.
The young man's expression changed continuously. He was no longer arrogant before, and there was even a hint of fear in his eyes! (To be continued)