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There was a story in Buddhism. A master was meditating, and suddenly the wind blew his banner. The master asked the monks below if it was the wind or the banner.
Some of the monks thought it was the wind, while others thought the banner. They argued endlessly, and it was hard to tell who was better.
Finally, the master said, "It's not the wind or the banner, it's the heart of the benevolent."
Wu Ming was the sect leader of the Dharma Aspect Sect. Although he did not have a deep understanding of Buddhist scriptures, he knew of this story.
When Gao Zhengyang asked, he did not think much and answered casually. Once he said the truth, he also felt that something was wrong.
With Gao Zhengyang's cunning, how could the question be so simple?
Indeed, Gao Zhengyang said, "It's my fist that moved."
Wuming answered according to the scriptures and conformed to the rules. However, Gao Zhengyang was flexible according to the actual situation, using both actual and Buddhist metaphors. It could be said to be ingenious.
Such Buddhist scriptures were the combination of wisdom and Buddhist scriptures. They were used to debate Dharma or to give guidance. It was the most commonly used method in Buddhism.
Wuming knew that he was at a disadvantage in these few sentences. In terms of Dharma, he naturally lost.
However, Gao Zhengyang actually asked him to leave, but Wuming was indignant.
Talking was just talking, and it was completely different from actually fighting. What did it mean if he won with words!
Wuming sneered. "You want me to admit defeat with a few clever words? Dream on."
"The profound truth of Buddhism is in the heart, not the fist."
Gao Zhengyang shook his head slightly. "You are the master of a sect, but you only know how to fight and fight. What's the difference between you and an ordinary martial artist?! "
Wuming was not good at debating. When he met Gao Zhengyang's sharp mouth, he was rendered speechless and did not know how to refute.
There were many Buddhist Sect Masters and Elders around, and the seats below were filled with experts from all over the world. Wuming was also embarrassed to use force.
"Old Baldy, my husband asked you to leave for your own good. I feel embarrassed for you standing there … "
Seeing that Gao Zhengyang had gained the upper hand, Hu Feifei was extremely pleased with herself. She shouted and ridiculed him from below the stage.
Her liveliness also caused a burst of laughter.
Actually, everyone was a little confused by Gao Zhengyang's words. They had no idea how Wuming had lost.
But when they saw the Dharma Characteristic Sect Master standing there awkwardly, they found it funny. They were not siding with Gao Zhengyang.
After all, it was not easy to see a rank nine powerhouse make a fool of himself.
Wuming had a stubborn temper to begin with. Being laughed at by the crowd, he was even more displeased. However, his cultivation was deep and he had great confidence in himself, so he was able to keep his composure at this moment.
"In terms of Dharma and Zen, I am inferior to you."
Wu Ming said in a deep voice, "I heard that you are extremely brave and your fists are invincible. Let me have a taste of your fist technique. "
As he said this, he slowly raised his fists and put on a straightforward fist stance.
This Godly Mt. Xumi Fist was based on the Godly Mt. Xumi's boundless weight, bearing the majesty of Buddha.
The Godly Mt. Xumi was 84,000 meters above the water surface, and 84,000 meters below the water surface. The mountain was straight up without any twists and turns. All the ghosts and gods lived within. There were 33 Heavenly Palaces at the top of the Mount Xumi, where Sakra lived.
Wuming had cultivated the Godly Mt. Xumi Fist for 200 years, and his attainments in this fist technique were superb.
Getting straight to the point was also the first move of the Godly Mt. Xumi Fist. Getting straight to the point was the most direct, without any tricks.
Wuming's fist stance swung. Before the fist arrived, the fist intent had already arrived.
The majestic fist intent, like the Godly Mt. Xumi, fell from the sky and pressed down on Gao Zhengyang.
Although Gao Zhengyang's expression did not change, the pressure from his fist caused the surrounding Essence Qi to distort and deform.
In the eyes of the crowd, Gao Zhengyang's figure was also distorted. It was as though he could be crushed by an invisible force at any time.
Wuming's fist intent only enveloped Gao Zhengyang, but the boundless power of the fist intent naturally dominated the entire field.
The power of a peak rank nine powerhouse spread out and pressed down on the entire field.
For the surrounding spectators, it was like seeing a majestic and majestic divine mountain fall from the sky. Although it would not crush them. But that majestic power enveloped all directions.
Those whose cultivation base had not reached rank nine, whether it was a mage or a martial artist, were all shaken by the majestic and heavy fist intent.
Everyone's legs were trembling, and their hearts were filled with fear. How could they be in the mood to laugh?
Hu Feifei's little face was also pale. She still wanted to smile to show that she did not care, but the muscles on her little face were cold and stiff, and the forced smile was uglier than crying.
Shi Han did not laugh at her, but held her little hand tightly.
She had seen many rank nine powerhouses, and she had also seen the battles of rank nine powerhouses. When Gao Zhengyang fought King of Wu An in Tianyue City, she was watching from the side.
At that time, the two fought until the sky was dark and the earth was dark, full of momentum. It was an eye-opener for Shi Han.
Today's battle was completely different from that time in Tianyue City.
Gao Zhengyang's power was always reserved and not released, not a trace leaked out. No one could tell how strong he was.
The aura of Wuming's fist intent was locked within three feet. But just the natural release of the aura made them unable to breathe.
One had to know that they were just watching the show from the side. Gao Zhengyang, who was in the middle of it, had to bear a pressure that was a million times more than theirs.
The strength of a peak rank nine powerhouse was indeed not what ordinary powerhouses could compare to.
In terms of momentum, Gao Zhengyang seemed to be at a disadvantage.
Although Shi Han was conceited, but at this moment, she had to admit that rank nine was the real dividing line. Those under rank nine didn't even have the right to watch the show.
Wuming's power was so strong, she was also a little worried whether Gao Zhengyang could take the other party's blow.
The two girls' hands held tightly, and Hu Feifei's palms were covered in cold sweat. Shi Han's hands were not sweaty, but cold.
But at this moment, Hu Feifei was not in the mood to pay attention to Shi Han.
On the other side, Yue Qingxue's eyes also became serious. Even with her calmness, she couldn't help but worry for Gao Zhengyang.
Yue Qingyun, who was beside her, wanted to see Gao Zhengyang get into trouble. But now that he was being suppressed by the peak rank nine fist intent, he couldn't even breathe. There was only fear in his heart, and he had tossed aside all thoughts of watching the show.
Even the Imperial Teacher Yue Guanshan's old face was solemn. He held the Jade Ruyi tightly in his hands.
Wuming hadn't even attacked, but the aura he displayed had already suppressed him. No wonder he was ranked 20th on the Heaven Roll.
Zhang Heling from the Taoist Faction also frowned. He had fought with Wuming before, and he knew how strong he was. What surprised him was that Gao Zhengyang could still not reveal his aura under such a situation, and it was obvious that he was more than capable.
Wuming had just told him about Gao Zhengyang's achievements, and it was indeed shocking.
But Zhang Heling didn't care too much. Who knew how many of those overseas rank nine powerhouses were not that strong? Moreover, in a special environment, it wasn't strange for one to use artifacts and formations to kill experts of the same rank.
The only thing that could prove Gao Zhengyang's strength was that he had defeated Huo Tianfa and Charm. If one used these two people to measure him, Gao Zhengyang already had the right to be called a top expert.
But Charm and Huo Tianfa were still alive and well. It could be seen that Gao Zhengyang wasn't much stronger than the two of them.
Using the two of them as a yardstick to measure Gao Zhengyang's strength shouldn't be wrong.
Now, it seemed like Gao Zhengyang was stronger than he had imagined.
Zhang Heling couldn't help but look at the Western Main Altar. This bunch of foreign monks had better be strong enough to kill both Gao Zhengyang and Wu Xiang.
Although the Buddhist Faction was huge, Zhang Heling only cared about these two people. Gao Zhengyang had a limitless future, while Wu Xiang was a schemer. They were both enemies of the Taoist Faction.
As for the Western Main Altar, even though it was strong, it was like a tree without roots and water without a source. It definitely couldn't stand!
No matter what the people below the stage thought, it couldn't affect the battle between the two experts.
At this moment, Wu Ming was also focused, and he only had eyes for Gao Zhengyang. After his fist intent was raised to the extreme, he swung his fists, and the Angry Vajra Dharma Form behind him did the same.
Just as Wu Ming was about to attack, Gao Zhengyang suddenly spoke.
"I use my fists to set up the Dharma, and I use killing to save people. What's the use of your fists? "
Gao Zhengyang's voice wasn't loud, but his powerful divine sense vibrated, as if a heavenly dragon was singing, with supreme majesty that could subdue everything. The timing he chose was extremely subtle.
Wu Ming's momentum, which was about to punch, was also interrupted by this sentence. This was like a person taking a deep breath and wanting to shout, but inhaling a bug. The shout that was about to come out of his mouth was blocked.
"Cut the crap. You can say whatever you want if you win my fists! "
Wu Ming knew that he couldn't win against Gao Zhengyang, so he answered casually. After adjusting his aura, he stepped forward and punched straight at Gao Zhengyang.
Wu Ming's fists were in front and behind. The front fist went straight forward, and the back fist was horizontal. His fists formed a cross, attacking and defending at the same time.
Gao Zhengyang sighed in his heart. In this world, it was useless no matter how well you said it. Everyone only believed in their own strength in the end.
Although this Wu Ming's Buddhist theory was ordinary, his fist technique was really brilliant.
Although Huiming was known as the number one fist technique in Buddhism, his attainments in fist technique surpassed Wu Ming's. However, Wu Ming's fist momentum was unparalleled. If they really fought, Wu Ming could defeat Huiming with his cultivation.
Even Charm and Huo Tianfa would be suppressed by Wu Ming.
Gao Zhengyang thought that if he hadn't entered the Illusionary Spirit World and achieved the superior-grade Level Nine Diamond Body, it would be difficult to defeat Wu Ming even with the Blood God Flag.
However, when the Diamond Body broke through to superior-grade Level Nine, it reached a qualitative change.
Even if he only relied on his physical strength, he could suppress Wu Ming.
Gao Zhengyang was calm. His fists were like hammers as he met Wu Ming's attack.
Wu Ming's fists were always horizontal, and it was like two divine mountains smashing down from two directions. He wanted to crush Gao Zhengyang who was in the middle.
Gao Zhengyang clenched his fists like hammers. It was like a god raising his divine hammer, wanting to smash through all obstacles.
Wu Ming was also a little moved. However, he did not hesitate to activate layers of fist force, wanting to kill Gao Zhengyang in one move and solve all the problems.
The two top experts had just started fighting, and they were already facing each other head-on. It was also beyond the expectations of most people.
How old was Gao Zhengyang? Wu Ming's cultivation time was more than ten times that of his. He actually chose the simplest and stupidest method, which was to compete in strength.
In the eyes of many, Gao Zhengyang had made a huge mistake.
Of course, a battle of this level was not something that ordinary people could understand. Many of the Level Nine experts could see that Gao Zhengyang's fist force was strong and ferocious, fully displaying the ferocity of the Vajra Hammer.
The fist force was strong and domineering, but it was even stronger than Wu Ming.
Many of the Level Nine experts' hearts were in their throats. It seemed like the outcome would be decided by this blow.
As the four fists collided, Gao Zhengyang's ferocious Vajra Hammer suddenly rotated like a wheel.
Wu Ming's fists, which were as heavy as the Godly Mt. Xumi, were forcefully deviated by the rotation of Gao Zhengyang's right fist.
This change was the Vajra Wheel of the Vajra Fist.
No one had expected that when the Vajra Wheel that practically everyone knew was executed by Gao Zhengyang, it was like the rotation of day and night and the rotation of the four seasons. Its rotation was simple yet traceless, yet it possessed a matchlessly grand might.
The heavy and majestic fist force of the Godly Mt. Xumi was broken by the power of the wheel.
Many of the experts watching by the side were shocked. Among the people in the West Headquarters, Ananda couldn't help but murmur the name of Buddha. The handsome Jia Luo clenched his fists.
Luo Hou, who had been sitting with his eyes closed, opened his eyes. Two rays of divine light shot out of the mask and pointed at Gao Zhengyang.
All the experts knew that although Gao Zhengyang's Vajra Wheel was exquisite, what was more terrifying was the divine power of Wu Ming's right fist.
Wu Ming's fist force of the Godly Mt. Xumi could not withstand Gao Zhengyang's divine power, which was why he lost.
This time, Wu Ming was in danger!
On the stage, Wu Ming realized that Wu Ming was in trouble and wanted to make a move.
The red sun beside her suddenly chanted a spell, "Confrontation!"
The spell was followed by the Confrontation spell, which transformed the Qi of vitality into layers of barriers, blocking Wu Ming.
Of course, a mere spell couldn't stop Wu Ming. But in that moment of delay, the result of the battle was already decided. ,
Gao Zhengyang blocked Wu Ming's fists with his right fist and chopped at Wu Ming's chest with his left palm.
The Vajra Blade, performed by Gao Zhengyang, had an invincible sharpness. Before the palm blade arrived, Wu Ming already felt the terror of death.
Wu Ming's strength was suppressed by Gao Zhengyang, so he could only watch the palm blade coming at him, but he couldn't dodge it. He could only activate his Martial Soul and the Angry Vajra Dharma Form to attack Gao Zhengyang.
The thirty-foot-tall Angry Vajra Dharma Form smashed both fists on Gao Zhengyang's head at the same time, with a thunderous force.
No one doubted that the fists of the Angry Vajra could smash Gao Zhengyang into pieces.
To everyone's surprise, Gao Zhengyang didn't dodge and took the two punches of the Angry Vajra head-on. His palm blade also chopped at Wu Ming's chest without hesitation.
The palm blade didn't leave any mark on Wu Ming's chest, but it stopped all his movements.
The Angry Vajra Dharma Form also disintegrated into pieces.
Gao Zhengyang withdrew his palm and retreated without saying a word.
Wu Ming looked at Gao Zhengyang with a complicated expression. He was stunned for a while before he said bitterly, "Such power. I lost."
Most people below the stage didn't actually see it clearly. The two of them only exchanged blows once, but no one expected the winner to be decided so quickly.
Everyone was a little confused.
Hu Feifei was the happiest. She grabbed Shi Han's hand and shook it hard. "Hubby won!"
But for some reason, Hu Feifei felt very depressed, and she didn't have the mood to shout like she did just now.
She thought that maybe Wu Ming would just admit defeat. He could be considered a hero with this kind of honesty!
Shi Han ignored Hu Feifei and only looked at Wu Ming thoughtfully.
In fact, most of the ninth-stage experts were paying attention to Wu Ming. On the contrary, not many people looked at the victor, Gao Zhengyang.
Under everyone's gaze, Wu Ming put his palms together and bowed to Gao Zhengyang, then he turned around and walked to Wu Ming.
He said with a wry smile, "I lost. I can't go on with you anymore."
Wu Ming suddenly reached out to hold Wu Ming's hand. Tears welled up in her gentle and bright eyes. "You're useless. You lost just like this …"
"Don't cry. We'll meet in the next life."
Wu Ming gently wiped away Wu Ming's tears. His dignified and square face showed a touch of gentleness. "We've made a promise. Don't break it …"
"Okay." Wu Ming suppressed his sadness and agreed with all his strength. But the person who had been with her for hundreds of years was going to die. She couldn't suppress her sadness, and her tears flowed uncontrollably.
Wu Ming still wanted to wipe away Wu Ming's tears, but when he stretched out his hand, he had already turned into countless white flowing lights and disappeared.
After being hit by Gao Zhengyang's Mountain-Splitting Sea-Splitting Palm Blade, even his Martial Soul was smashed.
Only by burning the purest and most refined conjured body of the ninth grade could he barely hold on until now.
"Buddha is merciful." Wu Xiang chanted the name of Buddha in a low voice.
The monks also chanted the name of Buddha in a low voice. Gao Zhengyang also lowered his eyes and put his palms together. He said in a low voice, "Buddha is merciful."
The monks sitting in the VIP seats in the west also stood up and chanted the name of Buddha in a low voice.
A solemn and compassionate aura enveloped the whole place.
Zhang Heling of the Taoism Faction hated Wu Ming because of his conflict with him. Before he made his move, he also hoped that Gao Zhengyang could kill him.
But seeing Wu Ming die just like that, Zhang Heling also felt empty in his heart. He had an indescribable feeling.
He slowly stood up, waved his horsetail whisk, and said in a low voice, "Immeasurable Heavenly Lord."
With Zhang Heling taking the lead, the other Taoism Faction experts also stood up.
No matter where they stood, Wu Ming was a peerless expert in the world and deserved to be treated politely.
The Barbarian Tribe experts didn't move. They didn't care about that, and Wu Xiang wasn't a Barbarian.
Most importantly, Xiong Ba didn't move. And no one was willing to express their stance.
"He's a man."
Xiong Ba said in a low voice, "But this is a battle. There's only victory and defeat, and life and death. Friendship and courtesy are all meaningless."
The Barbarian Tribe experts nodded in agreement. Indeed, a loss was a loss. No matter how much they mourned, what could they do?
Peerless experts only had one life.
However, Gao Zhengyang was able to kill Wu Ming with one move. His ability and murderous nature were really frightening.
The previous achievements that Wu Xing had mentioned sounded impressive, but they didn't have a direct impression of them.
Wu Ming's death made everyone suddenly realize that Gao Zhengyang was more ferocious than they had imagined.
After a moment of silence, everyone turned to look at Gao Zhengyang.
Different from before, now they looked at Gao Zhengyang with more respect and fear.
Huo Tianfa, Jueren, and the others were even more shocked.
Especially Huo Tianfa. The current Gao Zhengyang was obviously stronger than when he was in the Dragon Palace ruins.
Gao Zhengyang's speed of improvement also made Huo Tianfa feel despair.
Maybe in a few years, Gao Zhengyang would become a Saint. With his character, he might really exterminate the Fire Nation's royal family.
While Huo Tianfa was feeling guilty, he was even more determined to kill Gao Zhengyang.
"Gao Zhengyang!"
Wu Xing, who was on the stage, suddenly shouted. Her gentle and beautiful face looked mournful and ferocious, which made her look quite terrifying.
Gao Zhengyang's expression remained the same. "Sect Master Wu Xing."
Gao Zhengyang's calmness also calmed Wu Xing down. The murderous intent and anger on her face disappeared, and she asked in a deep voice, "It's a competition, but you killed your fellow disciples. What do you want?"
"The battle is fierce, and it's a matter of life and death. I can't be careless."
Gao Zhengyang said seriously, "No matter who I fight with, I'll do my best."
Wu Xing turned to the other Buddhist Sect Masters and said, "Everyone has seen that Gao Zhengyang is ruthless and vicious, even to his fellow disciples. What else can he be if he doesn't have other ideas? "
Red Sun Dharmaraja said leisurely, "Gao Zhengyang also gave Wu Ming a chance. He pointed out that he had lost before the fight. If he had to fight to the death, who could he blame? "
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