The winding canyon was like a wound on the ground, "lying" like a centipede in the white snow. There was a lot of ice that hadn't melted for years, reflecting the crystal light.
On the left side of the cliff, there were two people standing. The leader was facing the Grand Sun, inhaling and exhaling sunlight. Between his breath, there was a looming flame.
He looked young, in his twenties, and there was a hint of arrogance between his brows. He wore a leather hat and a silver-white, tight-fitting robe. Under the light of the sun, the robe glimmered faintly, as if it was sewn together by pieces of scales. His aura flowed through his entire body. His upper body was in harmony with the sun, and his lower body was connected to the majestic depths of the earth.
Behind him was a woman in a fiery red dress. She was young and full of vitality.
"Senior Brother, are you okay?" The woman in the red dress asked with concern.
The eyes of the young man who was breathing the sunlight were slightly small, giving the feeling that he was always squinting. There was nothing outstanding about his other facial features, but under the powerful aura and the radiance of confidence that came from the bottom of his heart, there was an indescribable charm about him that attracted the attention of others.
At this time, he smiled and said, "It's just a little injury. I've recovered since sunrise. There are many masters in the south. They didn't let me down."
The woman in the red dress slightly pouted and said, "You took me to the south without saying anything. What do you want to do?"
His Senior Brother Chen Zhao was a rare genius in the Northernmost Land. He had been promoted to a guru before the age of thirty. What's more, he was practicing a martial art that was considered unsuitable for the cold environment and was abandoned by the ancestors of the previous generations of the sect. It had only been five years since he had been promoted, but he had already challenged all gurus except a few old monsters. He was the pride of the sect and himself. His only flaw was that he was too casual and did whatever he wanted to do. He often went deep into the core of the Northernmost Land without telling his master, which was worrying.
This time it was the same. She just came out of the closed-door training and stabilized her realm of the Exterior. Then she was dragged by her Senior Brother to the south. A few days ago, they happened to meet several gurus who were on the run and almost fell into a desperate situation. Fortunately, they didn't want to stay or make a big noise, so they left in a hurry after a short fight.
Chen Zhao still "squinted" and took a breath of the cold and cool air. He said casually, "Can't you see it? I'll bring you around the south to find experts to challenge and train yourself. "
"Travel to the south and challenge experts?" The red dressed woman raised her eyebrows in surprise. "Senior Brother, this … this isn't a good idea, is it?"
Since the chaos of the Devil Buddha in the Middle Ages, the sects and families of the Northernmost Land rarely traveled to the south. They did not even have the time to explore the mysterious core of the Northernmost Land, so why would they bother to get entangled with the outside world?
Of course, it wasn't that there were no exceptions, but some of them died during their travels, and some of them suffered a heavy blow and returned. They didn't have many good endings, and so from generation to generation, the demonization of the south became more and more intense. The youngsters saw it as a snake or a scorpion and didn't dare to go south. Once they had some achievements and could be called experts, they lost their vigor and drive. They would rather explore the extreme north and oversee a region than get involved in the affairs of other places.
Chen Zhao sneered, "What's wrong with that? What good is it to be stuck in one's old ways? In the Northernmost Land, it's either the Frosty Sword or the Icy Magical Finger, or the Magnetic Palm or the Frozen God Blade. Each sect has a different name, and the tools they use to describe martial arts are different, but aren't they all the same? "
He closed his eyes and bathed his face in the golden sunshine. He said in a dreamy tone, "The world is so big. There are the sun, the moon, the stars, the vast sky, the lush trees, the vast ocean, the thunder, the howling wind, the evil spirits, the beginning and the end. It's not just the simple Frosty Ice and the Magnetic Palm. Martial arts should also be like this. It's different to describe the laws of nature, and to use one's body to represent a part of the world. Each has its own unique features, and each has its own strength."
"The world is vast and magnificent, and the martial arts are profound and diverse. It's waiting for us to see and explore. Just thinking about it makes my blood boil."
His Junior Sister and fiancée Liu Zejun was also fascinated by the story. She was able to break through to the Exterior at the age of 27, so she was not lacking in talent and hard work. She also had a strong confidence in martial arts.
"But it's said that martial arts is prosperous in the south. There are many talented people, which is not comparable to us in the Northernmost Land. In the past, there were some seniors who traveled to the south to challenge, but they often came back with serious setbacks. Some even lost their confidence in martial arts, which left irreparable hidden dangers in their hearts …" Liu Zejun was still a little worried.
The sects and families in the Northernmost Land had more or less dealt with the Exterior masters who came to the Northernmost Land to look for exotic minerals and earthly treasures, so they knew something about the south. But it was easy for them to imagine it by themselves. Moreover, there were some seniors who suffered a crushing defeat as examples, so it was inevitable that they would subconsciously close themselves to the south.
Chen Zhao could not help but turn around and look at his Junior Sister, "Don't you have confidence in me?"
"A guru who is less than 30 years old is extraordinary even in the records of the Middle Ages. Moreover, the skills we practice are not incomplete. It's the real impartation of Dharmakaya. Compared with the skills in the South, there is no obvious difference. Since we are all gurus, how can there be a huge gap between us?"
"Except for those old men, the rest of the gurus can only rely on their deeper and purer skills and slightly higher realms to fight with me. The world is so big, where can't I go?"
He said it with full confidence and high spirits. Junior Sister Liu Zejun was dazzled. This was the most charming part of her Senior Brother.
"Moreover, I suspect that those seniors who suffered a crushing defeat in the Northernmost Land have never seen other skills. On the other hand, there are many masters in the South who are good at ice and magnetism, so they have similar experiences. Therefore, they suffered a great loss after the first encounter and lost confidence and momentum. That's why they were defeated again and again." Chen Zhao took a deep breath and said, "But I'm well prepared. The previous encounter is the proof."
Liu Zejun's attitude changed quickly. She smiled brightly and said, "Although there are many talented people in the South, I believe there are only a few who can surpass you. Even if you can't defeat people of the same generation and the same realm, you won't be too far away from the outstanding ones."
Chen Zhao nodded slightly and said with a sigh,
"I hope the Jianghu in the South won't let me down. I'm looking forward to it."
His strong momentum and the accumulated confidence from each victory made his Energy, Qi, Spirit and Will become one, giving people a feeling of looking up to him.
Liu Zejun was young and lively. After letting go of her worries, she also looked forward to the journey to the South. She said casually, "When you reach the peak, let's go back to the Northernmost Land and enter the Palace of Frost to see if there are any adventures."
When Chen Zhao was about to answer, he suddenly thought of something. He looked back to the southeast of the canyon and saw a man in black with a knife on his back. His appearance was outstanding and his momentum was somewhat similar to Chen Zhao's. They both had the kind of strong confidence that was accumulated after defeating many strong enemies and could suppress the momentum and soul of the enemies.
"Good opponent!" Chen Zhao was delighted. He took a step forward and looked at each other. Their Qi Ji collided with each other and there were sparks in the middle, which were particularly bright against the white snow.
At first, Mengqi hid his breath. When he found that they were not Golden Tent Warriors or Changshen Sect Shaman, he came to Chen Zhao and asked, "My friend, have you seen these gurus?"
The frosty air gathered in the air and condensed into pictures of Hasula and his companions.
Chen Zhao laughed and said, "We just fought not long ago. If you want to know their whereabouts, you have to fight with me first. Let's see if you are qualified."
"That's my wish, but I dare not." Finding that Chen Zhao was also a guru and had the same strong confidence that came from experience, Mengqi already had the intention to fight. He reached back with his right hand to the handle of the knife. It seemed to be slow, but it seemed to cover the surroundings. Yin and Yang were flowing, and it was hard to know which was the origin and which was the transformation. It was random and unpredictable until he held the handle of the knife.
Chen Zhao's eyes brightened and he felt a sudden pressure, "Okay!"
As if he was facing a formidable enemy, a fireball appeared behind him. The fireball was constantly gathering and erupting flames, as if the Grand Sun was coming here. At the same time, all the acupoints in his body were opened, and every acupoint seemed to be hiding a miniature Grand Sun. The horrible power was constantly gushing out, and the surface of his body was covered with a thin layer of red fire.
In Mengqi's eyes, Chen Zhao was like a nuclear reactor that had been ignited in every acupoint. Every move of his was filled with horrible power and scorching heat.
"He is a martial artist who is good at strength …" This realization suddenly appeared in Mengqi's mind.
"Great, I happen to be good at strength too!"
Mengqi drew out Heaven Inflicted Pain and appeared in front of Chen Zhao in an instant.
Chen Zhao held a long stick in his hand. Without any fancy moves, he concentrated the power of all the acupoints in his body into his hands and fiercely chopped down.
Bang!
The stick and the knife hit each other, and there was a direct explosion on the spot. The ice that had accumulated for many years was broken, and part of the cliff collapsed. A mushroom cloud rolled out.
Surrounded by flames, Mengqi was hit head-on by the shock wave, but he was not affected at all. He waved his knife again.
The distance was very close, and the speed was very fast. Chen Zhao had no way to avoid it, so he could only use the stick to fight and retreat.
Bang! Bang!
Bang! Mengqi strode forward, and the knife and the stick collided one after another. As Chen Zhao retreated, the explosion became a series of flaming mushroom forests.
Rumble, rumble, rumble! The cliff collapsed section by section, the snow melted, and the airflow scattered.
They fought very fast, and it seemed that they only relied on their strength. The more Chen Zhao fought, the more shocked he became. "Where did this monster come from? He can even make my hands tremble, and I have a feeling that I can't fight back. His physical strength is really incredible."
Moreover, his bladesmanship was natural, and he could use all kinds of mysterious movements at will. He firmly suppressed Chen Zhao, and only had the strength to fight back.
What was more terrible was that the aftermath of the explosion and the flames seemed to be unable to hurt him, but Chen Zhao was hurt again and again, and his momentum was gradually declining. If this went on, he would lose soon!
What an animal! It was the first time that Chen Zhao met such an enemy since he graduated from the apprenticeship. He gritted his teeth and had to use his trump card to turn the situation around and attack.
Mengqi's momentum was magnificent, and he fiercely moved forward. He did not care about the collision of the knife and the stick at all. This was the best fighting way for a man with a strong physical body.
The fireball behind Chen Zhao first emitted high temperature to create the Furnace Domain, but Mengqi did not care about it at all. His body was covered with light golden light, and he looked like a Buddha descending to the world. Therefore, the fireball flew forward and drilled into Chen Zhao's body, condensing the strength of all the acupoints in his body into one.
"Open!" Chen Zhao used all his strength to wave the copper stick, which could almost tear the sky.
Mengqi's body expanded, and everything returned to nothingness. He chopped down with his long knife.
Bang! The world lost its color, and there seemed to be only black and white left. A figure flew out upside down with blood between the thumb and the index finger. It was Chen Zhao.
When Mengqi was about to ask, a shooting star suddenly jumped up from afar.
It was a signal for help!
Chen Zhao was full of frustration. He steadied his body and said loudly, "Your Excellency, what is your name? I am the Arctic … "
Before he finished his words, he saw the man in black disappeared and flew to the northeast direction.
"I am Chen Zhao of the Arctic …" Chen Zhao looked dull and murmured to himself. He looked a little painful and a little fanatical.
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