"In the eyes of the world, boxing and swordsmanship are two completely different systems of cultivation, and no one would connect them."
Xing Lao sighed softly, "However, a thousand years ago, a person proposed that boxing and swordsmanship are not perfect, and each has its own advantages and disadvantages. On the contrary, if they are integrated, they can complement each other."
"At that time, his statement was ridiculed by the world. But that man was gentle and humble on the surface, but in fact he was more arrogant than anyone else. After a hundred years of research, he actually created a method of 'using fists as flesh and swords as bones'
Cultivation system.”
"Use the fist as flesh and the sword as bone. The fist is flesh and the sword is bone?"
Lin Mu thought in a daze.
The person that Mr. Xing talks about is someone who thinks things that others dare not think and acts that people dare not do, but he still succeeds. He is really a strange person of his generation.
Even he wouldn't have connected boxing and swordsmanship at all if Mr. Xing hadn't mentioned it.
As if recalling something, a faint smile appeared on Old Xing's vicissitudes of life: "Use the fist as the flesh and the sword as the bone, then the fist and sword will form a complete and flexible system."
"Just like human beings, whether they have flesh and bones, or bones but not flesh, they are all incomplete. Only those who have both are truly human."
The sky gradually darkened.
The afterglow of the setting sun shone in the courtyard.
Lin Mu's blood-red eyes were as brilliant as the sunset: "The senior who created this cultivation system has a heart no less than that of Buddha, Saints and Taoists, and his methods are no less than those of gods and ghosts. He must be a legend, right?"
"In fact, you have already guessed who he is, right?"
Xing Lao laughed and said.
At this time, he was warm and optimistic, like a kind old man, just like the cold old man who wiped out the Iron Fist Club with a snap of his fingers, and had nothing to do with him.
“Mr.
Lin Mu's eyes drooped slightly, and the light in his eyes disappeared.
"All the answers lie in the Seven Star Tower."
Xing Lao looked at Lin Mudao.
"What about me?"
Feeling the restless evil energy in his body, Lin Mu couldn't wait to say.
"Even if you can't comprehend the sword technique for the time being, the fist power in the tower will help suppress the evil energy in your body."
Saying that, Xinglao waved his hand, "Go ahead."
Without hesitation, Lin Mu stood up and headed towards the Seven Star Tower.
First floor, second floor, third floor...
Along the way, all the students from Seven Star Academy were shocked when they saw Lin Mu, and then there were countless discussions.
Lin Mu's battle to kill Ge Tianfeng at Niutou Peak has spread throughout Tianyuan City with the return of the warriors from Niutou Peak.
Naturally, the students of Qixing Academy also know this.
He killed a third-level martial artist, and before that, he also killed a second-level martial artist.
This kind of achievement is really shocking.
Especially when thinking of Lin Mu's cultivation level, it is even more frightening.
Or does a warrior have such combat power? If Lin Mu becomes a martial artist, how strong will he be?
Of course, there are those who are in awe, and there is no shortage of those who are jealous.
According to rumors, Lin Mu has mastered the strange fire.
Some people attribute Lin Mu's strong combat prowess to the strange fire, thinking that if they had such luck, their achievements would not necessarily be inferior to Lin Mu's.
Lin Mu seemed to be oblivious to the opinions and opinions of others.
When he reached the fourth floor, he looked around and found no one, so he stepped directly into the fifth floor.
Buzz!
As soon as he entered the tower level, a terrifying fist force hit him like a piercing wind.
Last time, Lin Mu had no experience and was caught off guard. He suffered a big loss as soon as he entered the fifth floor.
But this time he has experience and will naturally not fall into the trap.
"Here, there is no life and blood, only pure fist power, which is indeed suitable for consuming and weakening the power of blood evil."
Lin Mu's eyes sparkled.
Outside, the more people kill people, the more powerful the blood evil force becomes, because after killing people, it can absorb vitality and blood.
But there is no one on the fifth floor of the Seven Star Tower. The power of the blood evil can only be consumed, not replenished, to deal with those punches.
"Tianji Fist!"
The boxing technique is like flowing clouds and flowing water, executed calmly and unhurriedly.
"The Tianji Fist has a total of 1,440 weights. Last time I understood the changes in the first 360 weights, and this time I have mastered all the changes in the next 1,000 weights."
Lin Mu has full confidence.
The last time he entered the fifth level, he was still in the realm of heaven and man, and he only realized the mystery after the fifth level.
But now, he not only understood the mysteries, but also used the Enlightenment Monument at Niutou Peak to master the four mysteries of wind, fire, thunder and stars. Among them, the mysteries of the stars were deduced to the eighth level.
Xingchen Mystery has reached the eighth level, and it is no longer a problem for him to fully comprehend this fifth level of fist intention.
The substantial fist intention formed a series of fists and hit Lin Mu.
Normally, Lin Mu would adopt a gentle approach and slowly understand the meaning of the fist.
However, although he maintains a trace of clarity now, the evil spirit in his body cannot be eliminated, and his heart is still full of rage.
After the initial dodge, he stopped hiding.
"kill."
When there was a punch coming from the air, he would punch directly and compete head-on.
Bang bang bang!
Fist intention fights with fist intention. Lin Mu's Tianji Fist fist intention is three hundred and sixty heavy, which is naturally not as good as the fist intention released on the surrounding tower walls.
However, his fist intention contains the power of blood evil, and in a head-on collision, it is no less powerful than the fist intention on the wall.
Three hundred and sixty, four hundred and eighty, seven hundred and twenty...
The advantage of this kind of head-to-head confrontation is that Lin Mu's understanding of Tianji's fist is much better than normal.
At the same time, he took advantage of this opportunity to consolidate his cultivation.
During the Iron Fist Club's battle, he killed thousands of Iron Fist Club disciples, and even killed Tie Wuya, a ninth-level martial artist.
This allowed him to absorb a large amount of vitality, and his cultivation level was directly promoted to the peak of a warrior.
"My cultivation has reached the peak of a martial artist. If I want to make a breakthrough, I must become a martial artist. It is not something that can be accomplished in a day."
Lin Mu knew that it was not easy to be promoted to a martial artist. Now that his cultivation was stable, he should first consider how to deal with the power of the blood evil.
"Now it seems that the fist intention of the Seven Star Tower has indeed consumed and weakened the blood evil power in my body."
Lin Mu's blood-red eyes became a little clearer.
"But, it's not enough."
"This level of fist power can only slightly weaken the power of the blood evil, but it is far from suppressing it."
This also made Lin Mu further realize the horror of the bloody sword.
Even the fist intention on the fifth floor of the Seven Star Tower cannot be suppressed. No wonder so many blood evil sword slaves more than 900 years ago could not escape their bad luck.
"I need to break through the fifth floor and enter the sixth floor."
boom!
The stars are mysterious and fully functioning.
The dense fists attacked Lin Mu overwhelmingly.
Seven hundred and twenty weights, one thousand weights... one thousand four hundred and forty weights, ten breaths away, as if the void was broken, and a loud noise echoed.
Lin Mu's body was like a rainbow, breaking through all the fists and landing at the door of the sixth floor of the Seven Star Tower.
"The sixth level should be Tianxuan Fist Intent."
As soon as he entered the sixth floor, Lin Mu rolled on the spot and rolled to three or four meters away.
The next moment, a red fist swept past the door. It was conceivable that if Lin Mu had reacted a little slower before, he would have been hit.