The hurricane roared, the cold was as cold as a knife, and the shaking cedar trees sprinkled ice crystals all over the sky. The vitality of the heaven and earth gathered together, forming a mist of light visible to the naked eye that surged endlessly.
The two figures flew up and down, criss-crossing each other, and showed no surprisingly huge power. However, with every movement of their hands and feet, they moved the celestial phenomena and caused the vitality of the heaven and earth to surge.
Bang bang bang!
Amidst the dull collision, the two fists met, seemingly evenly matched.
But if there is a supreme semi-saint or a powerful person in the holy realm here, he will definitely be shocked to find that the burly figure as fierce as a lion, his aura will be chaotic and weakened after every fight!
Even after dozens of rounds, the moves became chaotic.
The palm technique that originally had ancient and clumsy meanings, such as opening and closing the palms, showed layers of palm shadows.
This is not about simplifying the complex into simplicity, but simply about being at a disadvantage in the confrontation of the true martial arts and being unable to maintain the control of the power of the true martial arts.
Suddenly, two figures were about to explode, and invisible light waves swept across dozens of miles, turning all the ice and snow into water vapor and steaming it up.
"Brother Zhan, use your own Yin-Yang Great Compassion, otherwise you will lose badly!"
Wu Ming stood with his hands behind his back, not blushing or out of breath, strolling leisurely in the courtyard, calm and composed.
Although the words were spoken softly, they conveyed an indescribable confidence without any hint of arrogance, as if they were born this way.
"I didn't expect that after Brother Wu broke through the semi-saint realm, he would step into the second realm of the divine treasure in one fell swoop, and even have such amazing artistic achievements!"
The corners of Zhan Tai Mieming's mouth twitched slightly, and a bronze-like rainbow light appeared on his resolute face. He slowly raised his hands, took a deep breath and said, "Although I know that even if I use the Yin Yang Great Compassion Gift, I can't be yours."
Opponent, but I still want to see how powerful you are in a fight at the same level."
Whoosh!
Before he finished speaking, sobbing suddenly started, like weeping or complaining, and the sky turned dark, as if the heaven and earth were sad together, yin and yang alternated, day and night were light and dark, and the sun and the moon were aligned.
Zhan Tai Mieming's eyes were dim and difficult to see, just like the sun and the moon rotating around, controlling the world with his hands, and his heart following him. He was actually three points stronger than when he was fighting on the way to the Vajra Temple.
Apparently, this peerless talent in the Snowy Mountains of the Western Regions, after recovering from being seriously injured by the Golden-Scale Demon Saint's angry blow, had become even more diligent, and had vaguely touched the true meaning of martial arts that had been simplified and simplified.
But looking at the turbulent winds and clouds between the sky and the earth, and the faint vision of the sun and the moon alternating, we can know that he is really not far from this realm, as if there is only a layer of paper between him.
"Oh!"
Wu Ming looked calm. Facing Zhan Tai Mieming's palm with all his strength, he still didn't panic at all. He just stretched out his right hand, grasped it with his fingers, and clicked it from afar.
Buzz!
The heaven and earth shook violently, the sad wind froze, the sun and the moon stagnated, everything was isolated within a few inches, even Zhantai Mieming himself was shackled in place.
"this……"
Zhan Tai Mieming's eyes were filled with shock, his eyes were wide open, as if he had seen some amazing vision, and an astonishing scene was reflected in the depths of his pupils.
In the sight, Wu Ming was clearly standing there, but there were several solid and real-life figures walking out from behind him. To be precise, they were separated directly from his body.
It's like, it's just a piece of paper that has been divided into thinner pieces of paper, but the essence hasn't changed, it's still the same piece of paper.
And Wu Ming is not a piece of paper, but a semi-saint strong man with supreme talent and extreme combat power!
These figures that looked like real people stepped forward and stood next to the furnace, each of them assuming a strange and incomparable posture.
Like a blue dragon probing its claws, like a phoenix spreading its wings, like a unicorn stepping on the ground, like a bear wearing a crown on its back, each move of the Bagua palm is spread out, which coincides with the Zhoutian Bagua technique, as if it is part of the melting pot of heaven and earth, and also like eight Wu Ming Let’s take action together.
Originally, Wu Ming had only mastered six moves, but now he had become a semi-saint. He finally used the last two moves of White Snake Crouching on Grass and Linglu Top Horn in one fell swoop, all eight palms at once.
It doesn't seem to have earth-shattering power, but in the eyes of Zhan Tai Mieming, it has the power to destroy the heaven and the earth. In an instant, it blocks all the vitality in the body, blocking it from all directions, leaving no way out.
"Hey... the yin and yang cycle!"
Zhan Tai Mieming was a genius after all. At the critical moment, he shouted low, pushed his hands in a circle, and two palm shadows like millstones came out.
Bang bang bang!
But in an instant, the palm shadows disintegrated, but eight palm shadows of different shapes followed one after another, imprinting on the vital points of Zhan Tai Mieming's body in no particular order, causing his majestic body to tremble continuously.
Wherever the palm print touched, there was no scratch at all, not even the robe was damaged, but almost an instant later, Zhan Tai Mieming's burly body was like sieving chaff, trembling more and more violently.
In just one breath, Zhan Tai Mieming spurted blood from his mouth and nose, his face was as pale as paper, and even his head of gold and red trigrams showed a hint of gray and defeat.
"Ahem!"
Zhan Tai Mieming coughed violently several times. Even though his breath was greatly reduced, his back was still straight. He only had a complicated look in his eyes and asked, "What kind of palm technique is this?"
"Baguazhang!"
Wu Ming said calmly.
"Zhou Tian Bagua, Yin Yang, Qian Kun, this amazing palm technique actually contains the ultimate principles of heaven!"
Zhan Tai Mieming nodded, wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth and said, "This doesn't seem to be your own martial arts."
"good!"
Wu Ming spoke frankly and had nothing to hide. Instead, he looked indifferent and said with confidence, "Martial arts is boundless. If we have the opportunity to stand on the shoulders of giants and move forward, as long as we can walk out of our own way, what will happen if we pick up the wisdom of others?"
"You are amazing, no wonder you have the artistic career you have today!"
Zhan Taimi chewed it carefully and nodded in agreement, "I heard that the red-sleeved sword master was seriously injured. It seems that the injury was in the hands of Brother Wu. I wonder what kind of move he used?"
"The downfall of the gods of my own creation!"
Wu Mingdao.
Zhan Tai Mieming's pupils shrank, he took a deep breath and said, "It seems you have no intention of killing me?"
"Just like I can't kill all my enemies, I can't face the devil alone, so you don't need to be grateful!"
Wu Ming's expression was indifferent, his eyes were ruthless, "Of course, next time we become enemies, I will beat you to death!"
"From now on, there is only Zhan Tai in the world!"
Zhan Tai Mieming smiled bitterly, turned around, and was about to leave.
It's not that he lost his fighting spirit due to this battle. In fact, as a peerless genius, he is absolutely top-notch in terms of talent, talent, and will.
But it is precisely because of this that what we see and perceive is absolutely incomparable to ordinary people.
Through two fights before and now, Zhan Tai Mieming felt the invincibility in Wu Ming. It was the invincibility gathered from defeating countless powerful enemies of the same level in the mountains of corpses and seas of blood.
It doesn't matter how different their cultivation levels are. Just like in the previous battle, relying on the Second Realm Half Saint, although he defeated Wu Ming, he was also injured at the hands of Wu Ming.
But now, with the same level of cultivation, even if the true meaning of martial arts is only one level short of simplifying it into complexity, it is completely defeated, and it is even impossible to fight back.
This is an invincible strong man who can kill himself easily and has surpassed the limit of genius!
Zhan Tai Mieming will fight hard to catch up and never admit defeat, but he will never feel uncomfortable because he knows very well that he cannot win.
He had lost before and had flinched in the face of strong enemies, and he could no longer muster that invincible spirit. Just like now, he still had to flinch in the face of Wu Ming.
Otherwise, what you face next will not be Baguazhang, but the perdition of gods, or even more terrifying killing moves!
"Wait a moment!"
Wu Ming flipped his wrist and threw out a token.
"This is?"
Zhan Tai Mieming took the token and looked surprised because he felt strong spatial fluctuations from it.
Not surprisingly, this is a teleportation token, even a token that activates the teleportation formation.
As the true successor of the contemporary leader of Daxue Mountain, he still has some sharp eyesight.
"As you can imagine, this is a token to enter the spiritual world where Vajra Temple is located!"
Wu Ming said calmly.
"You want to use my snowy mountain as bait?"
Zhan Tai Mieming's pupils shrank and his breathing became rapid.
"wrong!"
Wu Ming shook his head slightly and said calmly, "This king is just giving you an opportunity, an opportunity to condense your own holy way. Whether you can seize it or not depends on you! After all, whoever is near the water first gets the moon!"
As he spoke, Wu Ming flicked his hand, and saw the little fox girl not far away who was already confused and sobbing under the influence of the artistic conception of Yin Yang's Great Compassion. She was swept up by a strong wind and flew to the top of the clouds together.
There, there was a thousand-foot tall ship, docked silently in the clouds and mist. As the two people fell into it, it disappeared in an instant.
"This guy really has a grudge that won't last any longer. He wants to put my snowy mountain on the fire!"
Zhan Tai Mieming held the token, his expression changing for a while.
"Are you scared?"
At this moment, a cold voice came, but at some point, a figure in white clothes appeared in the field, and it was none other than Xue Qianzhong, the Lord of the Snow Mountain.
"Master!"
Zhan Tai Mieming looked respectful and said.
"Are you scared?"
Xue Qianzhong's expression was cold and his gaze was compelling.
"Disciple is indeed scared!"
Zhan Tai Mieming slightly hesitated and said with a wry smile, "Disciples have to be afraid!"
"good!"
Unexpectedly, Xue Qianzhong's cold face softened and he smiled happily.
"Master?"
Zhan Tai Mieming was stunned, expecting to be criticized.
"People, you must have a sense of awe!"
Xue Qianzhong stood with his hands clasped behind his hands, looking at the direction in which the building ship was leaving and said, "This man has already established a general trend. He has a well-founded approach and is very measured in his actions. He has a certain degree of control in everything and has almost figured out everyone's fate. This shows that he also has something in his heart."
Awe.
If you don't show respect to someone like this who can scheme against the Demon Saint, severely injure the Sword Saint, and destroy the Tianpin sect, I can only say that I misled my disciples and failed to teach you well."
"Master!"
Zhan Tai Mieming's forehead was dripping with cold sweat, but his eyes were filled with gratitude.
"This son gave you this teleportation token. Although he had bad intentions, it was also a conspiracy. As he said, the one who is near the water and the tower first gets the moon!
I, Daxueshan, have been plotting to establish the Vajra Temple for countless years, and now I am about to succeed, but this guy is taking advantage of it. How can it be so cheap?"
Xue Qianzhong waved his hand and said solemnly, "Please go and receive the people coming from the West Sea. Remember not to lose your original intention."
"Master, don't worry, my disciple understands!"
Zhan Tai Mieming took a deep breath and bowed to make sure.