But in such a disadvantage, Zhao Cheng felt extremely comfortable, and some details of the sword moves were also perfected in this confrontation.
The root of his swordsmanship is not to use the sword to bully the weak. From the very beginning, his swordsmanship has been honed in life and death. What he pays attention to is seizing the moment of life and death, and cutting the path between life and death with one sword.
His swordsmanship has always been to kill beings stronger than himself. This is also Zhao Cheng's understanding of swords.
The weak holds the sword, defeats the strong with the weak, and becomes the strong!
At the same time, only when the weak hits the strong will the cycle of life and death occur. If the strong hits the weak, it means crushing.
In Zhao Cheng's opinion, the former is what he is looking for, while the latter is too boring.
Rumble!
On the hillside, there were constant explosions, as if someone was bombarding the land with cannons.
If you listen to the news, you will definitely not recall that this is the aftermath of the fight between two people.
Below, the group of monks who were killing people and setting fires also noticed the movement on the hillside and were immediately startled.
This operation can be said to be top secret. They only knew that it was led by Kong Zhi, but they had no idea about the existence of Zhengfa.
At first, when they heard the explosion, they thought it was thunder and that it was the fault of gods and Buddhas.
But later, when I saw the continuous roar, I knew something was wrong.
"It's Zen Master Zhengfa!"
Through the moonlight, someone saw the golden body of Zhengfa and immediately revealed the origin of Zhengfa.
Standing more than three meters tall, his golden body is moving at this moment. Under the moonlight, he really looks like a god or Buddha who has descended into the world.
"Master-uncle has been hiding in the dark!"
"I don't know what kind of strong man he is, but he actually let my great uncle directly activate the forbidden method of White Lotus coming into the world!"
The monks discussed in low voices.
These monks do not come from one family or one temple, but have people participating in each temple, and the people who come are all elites and core figures.
Only if everyone does this dirty work together can everyone feel at ease.
After all, if the news were to break out at this time, it would really turn the world upside down.
"That's a sword?!"
"Haven't swords always been used as decorations by scholar-bureaucrats?!"
"A sword cannot be compared to a sword on the battlefield, nor can it be compared to a fist in combat. How can such a weak thing really be so lethal?!"
The light of the sword in the hand of Zhao Cheng, a monk who was a swordsman, could not help but be surprised.
The speed at which he drew his sword was naturally extremely fast, but these monks were not ordinary people. With concentration, they could see some traces clearly.
In this world, swordsmanship does exist, but swordsmanship is not popular. It is a kind of decoration, similar to the fans played by young men.
This situation occurs mainly because in this world, there are the most people with boxing talents.
Under such circumstances, those who have talent will practice boxing, and their swordsmanship will naturally be reduced to the lowest level.
However, the swordsmanship demonstrated by Zhao Cheng at this moment completely overturned the influence of everyone present.
It is so fierce, stable, and fast. With the golden body in an unforged state, it is incomparably gorgeous and wonderful. It is not even the slightest bit worse than boxing that has been developed for thousands of years or even longer.
"Thief, I will crush you to ashes!"
Zhengfa roared angrily, with momentum like a rainbow. This voice was filled with Sanskrit Zen chanting, and martial arts will bombarded with the voice.
It's just that Zhao Cheng has long been immune to this method because he has experienced it several times a day.
Otherwise, when you are already at a disadvantage, and you are suddenly hit like this, even if it is just a momentary distraction, you may be seized of the opportunity, and then be hit with a series of combination punches.
Zhao Cheng knew in his heart that even though he was fighting Zhengfa many times now, he only relied on the exquisiteness of his swordsmanship and the sharpness of Kong Jie, especially the secret sword Jing Lei, which Zhao Cheng could only use as a killing move.
But now, every move is a secret sword, and there is no stiffness anymore.
There is a huge difference in physical fitness between those with a golden body and those without.
Kongzhi is also in the realm of martial arts overlord, but he has not yet achieved the golden body, so he is only known as the disciple of Buddha.
But the Dharma is called the Living Buddha.
You can see the difference inside!
Faced with Zhengfa's violent shouting, Zhao Cheng did not reply, or in other words, he responded with the sword in his hand.
From this short exchange, Zhao Cheng can be said to have benefited a lot.
If you want to gain a person's martial arts wisdom, other than Zhao Cheng, who directly relies on the Spark to come, the fastest way is to directly engage in a life-and-death fight with a master without reservation.
Words can deceive, but boxing and swordsmanship cannot!
Therefore, Zhao Cheng's sword movement became more and more fierce and urgent, and the vertical and horizontal swords seemed to echo the natural moonlight, the infinite moonlight.
Under the huge pressure, all kinds of martial arts secrets were spinning in Zhao Cheng's mind, but they did not interfere with Zhao Cheng's thoughts. They were just instinctively integrated into Zhao Cheng's swordsmanship.
Zhao Cheng seemed to have returned to his previous state of enlightenment, but the basis of his enlightenment was no longer the Tao charm accumulated by Huijue, but the boxing skills of Zhengfa.
Tao Yun's enlightenment was smelted by fierce fire, but now this "enlightenment" is tempered thousands of times.
The reason why Zhao Cheng felt that he was still unfinished before was because his nascent swordsmanship still had huge room for improvement.
He had a vague feeling at that time, which led to this series of events.
Boom! Boom! Boom!
Several more moves passed, leaving more marks on Zhengfa's body, but Zhao Cheng became even more embarrassed, with blood oozing from all his orifices.
But Zhao Cheng's eyes were getting brighter and brighter, just like a sword embryo that finally showed its brilliance after being sharpened.
At the same time, on the panel, the quality behind the Four Tribulations Heavenly Sword seemed to be muted for a moment, but it did not change in the end, but everything was indeed different.
At this moment, Zhao Cheng felt that something was finally brewing in the spiritual world.
Inspiration burst out at this moment.
Four calamities of change, how could the thunder be the end?!
In this true state of martial arts, Zhao Cheng only felt that heaven and earth had come together to borrow strength. The vast universe, the endless time and space, had infinite power and even inspiration and wisdom, pouring into him.
And pushed his life to its true peak!
It is not the kind of peak that is still unfinished, but the kind that burns everything that can be burned, even including yourself. After the peak, there is destruction, an unprecedented peak!
Crack!
In the midst of lightning and flint, Zhao Cheng suddenly pointed out a sword.
"ah!"
Zhengfa seemed to sense something, and he shouted angrily, then clasped his hands together, trying to resist Zhao Cheng's sword.
But this sword is so incredible, so extraordinary that even Zhao Cheng himself may not be able to swing such a sword for a long time.
Zhengfa's hands were like tofu, being torn apart by the sword blade. Then, with the blessing of Qi, his skull was far tougher than diamond. Everything about him became fragile.
The sky tribulation passed directly between his eyebrows, completely destroying his consciousness. Then, even the sky tribulation itself was turned into countless fragments, and then was weathered into countless light spots.
You know, before Kong Jie, before he swung this sword, he had a durability of ninety-nine points.