Generally speaking, the lower-level people compete in boxing and kicking skills, and the middle-level people compete in speed strategies, and there is no need to be careless at all.

The best of the best is spirit, wisdom and momentum. They use all the best and use all the factors that are beneficial to them, and they can even achieve the effect of defeating others without fighting.

The world of the Legend of the Tang Dynasty is different from the worlds such as The Legend of the Condor Heroes and the Divine Condor Heroes. The masters in this world pay great attention to the way of the soul.

Therefore, when masters fight, there are often verbal disputes. For figures in the Tang Dynasty who are mainly on the spiritual path of the Tang Dynasty, they are sometimes more dangerous than boxing. If you are not careful, the situation that was originally managed may be lost.

Even once the spiritual realm is broken, the least the skill will be greatly reduced, and the worst is that there will be no chance to see through the mystery of the great way of heaven and man.

"Although the monk doesn't want to, he is in this world and all kinds of distracting thoughts arise naturally."

The monk in gray was neither sad nor happy, and the ancient well was not waver.

Regarding the aspiration, this monk in gray will naturally have the intention of breaking the void and becoming an immortal and a Buddha, but his background determines that he has many things to do and can do nothing about it.

The cause and effect of the world has never been so easy to cut off in myths.

The way of heaven is ruthless, the way of heaven is selfless, and the way of heaven is selfless.

But as a person, he is going to pursue the way of heaven, and this is absolutely impossible, nor is it to erase the seven emotions and six desires. Before Sakyamuni entered the destruction, he also shed tears and compassion for the world.

The Buddha is not really a severing emotion and nature, let alone this monk in gray?

The monk in gray was still gathering his strength, wanting to adjust his state to the peak before the war.

He is old, so old!

Even though his spiritual realm is unparalleled, he is still unbearable to the marks of time. His body has long been decayed. The only thing that has not been with the years but has become deeper is his true energy.

At this moment, facing Ye Ning, a young master who is at the peak of his physical strength in his youth, even if he has secret techniques and can stimulate his body to recover from his peak with his true energy, he is still in a bad situation.

Not only is it decadent, but it is difficult to bear his ultimate power, even though it is a rebirth, it is also because no matter what, after this battle, he will definitely die!

Ye Ning quietly watched the other party raise his skills to the peak, as if he had stolen Jiazi's life span from the sky, and his old and somewhat scary face gradually returned to his prime.

Instead of taking action, he praised him lightly, "Empty but not empty, neither thinking nor being extraordinary, the monk's words are so wonderful, I still underestimate you, it's amazing!"

The first-class masters compare their own magical skills and secret skills, and their approach to adapt. However, when they reach the level of the top-class masters, everyone is the best genius in the world.

No one is inferior to anyone else. What compares to each other is more about the mind and demeanor!

Since Ye Ning came out of the mountain, he will win every battle, so naturally he has developed a sense of confidence and a strong demeanor in this bloody storm.

"Amitabha, Zhiying thanks fellow Taoists, please!"

The monk Zhiying in gray put his hands together and recited the Buddha's name for a long time. At this moment, he was like a different person from before, with yellow skin and light eyes, indifferent eyes, seven feet tall, and slightly strong, just like about forty people.

Ye Ning smiled faintly. He knew that the other party was unwilling to bear his affection, so he didn't force it. The sword sheath of Zhang Wu's sword shook, and the three-foot green breeze automatically fell into his control. The sword light was as sharp as the moonlight, as sharp as Qinghong.

A dark cloud in the sky suddenly sneaked here under the setting sun, blocking the bright red sunshine, as if it was a little ominous to this battle.

Zhiyan's eyes were empty, and he was quietly waiting for the other party's attack.

He knew that this was not just a coincidence, but that the other party's realm was still above the legend. The subtlety of the Taoist heart and the firmness of the spirit could naturally affect the outside and interfere with the weather.

Such cultivation is like a god or a demon, and has already taken the extraordinary path!

"If you don't meet in life, you're like participating in business."

The singing is like singing and dancing, and it can be surround the beams for three days without stopping.

The Shuangbai sword body seemed to turn into a pool of autumn water at this moment. After swinging it out in Ye Ning's hand, he divided the two worlds with one sword, placing the two in two different dimensions.

Even at this moment, even though the cultivation and realm of the monk Zhiying in the gray-clothed clothes was no longer Ye Ning's existence in his spiritual consciousness, and there was no Zhang Wu Jian in his eyes.

This is an illusion and reality!

Zhiying's eyes were still as empty as a wood. If this strange move was placed in someone else's place, Ye Ning would definitely succeed in one sword, but he could put it in the hands of this old monk who had practiced no thoughts and thoughts. He could only take a look at the bag.

True or false, who in this world knows better than this old monk who is so old that he has already reached the end of his time?

A heart of Tao is like a bright moon floating on the sea, shining brightly on the universe. In the wave of energy, the moon is radiant and sparking thousands of lights.

Sword energy appeared in the void, with the white white and the sword energy soaring into the sky.

A yellowed palm gently poked forward.

The sword energy came through the air with an extremely sharp momentum, but it could only be crushed by this simple and simple palm that seemed to have not used force. It was instantly crushed one by one, turning into vital energy and overflowing between heaven and earth.

Although countless sword energy were spread all over the old monk Zhiying, under his seemingly simple but actually sparse palm, he could never get over half of the corner of Zhiying's clothes.

Zhiying sighed slowly, and the energy that was like the Yangtze River was urging from his body, surging: "I still have a method, so please give it a taste."

After Zhiyan said this, his expression remained unchanged, but the energy of heaven and earth in his body was confined between his palms by his Buddhist secret technique. Even the air around him seemed to be unable to survive, and the heaven and earth seemed to have stagnated at this moment.

Only Ye Ning, who was holding the Zhang Wu sword, broke the shackles of time and space, and showed a hint of amazement on his face.

Zhiyan's move was the most tragic move he had learned in his life. It seemed calm and harmless, but in fact it was to condense his skills between his palms. At the same time, he was not satisfied and swallowed the vitality of heaven and earth in all directions.

This move is not a pure killer move, but also contains the Zen mind of Zhiyi who has no thoughts throughout his life. He emphasizes that thoughts follow the enemy and his original mind is quiet.

As long as Ye Ning's energy is erect, he can burst out with powerful palm power immediately. He is strong and powerful, and it is definitely not something that human power can resist.

"The old monk's methods are beyond my expectations. I wonder which school of Buddhism is the ancestor of which sect?"

Ye Ning asked in surprise. This man was so skillful that he could rank first in the battles he had experienced in his life. Therefore, he wanted to understand the other party's thoughts by confronting him.

After all, this gray-clothed monk named Zhiyan is so skillful that he has received his respect, but he should not be buried in this nameless place.

Zhiyan did not speak anymore, and his skill was blasted out like a volcano erupting in a flash, but he did not wait for Ye Ning to set up his sword first, which violated the established strategy and the original intention of the martial artist.

The fierce and fierce energy, with the power of heaven and earth, attacked Ye Ning from all directions, rather than one side from one direction.

It can be seen that Zhiying's palm power is both extremely strong and strong, and can also bend straight and wishful, differentiate the palm power and control the direction.

Ye Ning was sweeping over him like a wall of iron and iron, and he would have to press him into a meat pie without any chance to escape. This pressure was like being in the eye of a storm, which was beyond the slightest understanding of the feeling of outsiders.

Ye Ning's eyes were solemn, and waves of purple air gradually turned outwards, like smoke and fog, but it was like the essence, so that the power of Zhiying's fist would not approach him.

"And the heaven and earth are furnaces, creation is craftsmanship, yin and yang are charcoal, and all things are copper. Brother Buddha, let me take my blow to create yin and yang."

The tone was as fast as lightning, echoing in the sky. At the same time, Zhang Wu's sword shook in the air. First, it burst out like a piece of silk cloth, and then evolved into thousands of sword lights. However, it came, and it was fighting against countless powerful energy that Zhiyan had swung first!

This sentence comes from Jia Yi's Peng Biography. This sentence is combined with the subsequent news. If there is constant, there will be changes and changes. There will be no extreme. It is the essence of this sword technique.

This sentence means that Ye Ning claims that his sword technique has become a world and contains the yin and yang of creation. Once external forces enter his sword force, he will be involuntarily, and he can only live and die.

And the facts are not far apart.

In just one breath, the sword energy and the powerful energy spread all over the void fought countless times, and the air around it kept exploding. The woods on all sides, even the loess and bluestones on the ground were covered with deep traces!

Each sword energy of Ye Ning contained two completely different vortex powers, both positive and negative. Although there was a collision at this moment, as time passed, under the vortex power, countless vortex powers swung by Zhiyan were forced into one place.

As the power of Zhiyan changed, thousands of sword lights became one, and the purple light rose sharply, like a waterfall and spring on a high cliff, and the momentum was like a thousand pounds. This sword melted the technique, technique, and momentum into a furnace, which was the sword entering the Tao.

One sword breaks all the methods!

"Be careful, be careful, alas, you, you, and you, be careful when you put it!"

Looking outside Xuandu, armored soldiers walking through and around, carrying one ancient Taoist scripture after another, Qi Hui smiled so hard that his chrysanthemums were blooming, while nervous, these big-handed and big-footed soldiers took it lightly, and did not damage these Taoist scriptures that were more expensive than gold.

Obviously, I suddenly got so many precious Taoist scriptures and classics from various sects. At this time, Qihui was already crazy about it!

Especially when he saw several of his core disciples, the Lingbao Shu Ren Shu Sutra, the Tianshi Lei Dharma, the Zhou Yishen Tongqi, and the Taiping Sutra.

The monk with gray robe was stained with blood in his gray robe. At this time, he also recovered from his hunchback and old age when he came.

There was a smile on the corner of his lips. He was so old that he was extremely ugly. But if someone saw his smile at this moment, he would not have any disgust, but instead a hint of joy would rise from the depths of his heart.

Infected by his soul!
Chapter completed!