What kind of kung fu was the best in the world?
Everyone had a different answer in their heart. Countless people would have countless answers.
But, there was a fact that everyone recognized: those who were good at Qi were countless times stronger than those who practiced strength.
Like a threshold, you knew how to use the Qi in your body, you discovered more secrets of your body. Congratulations, you have the right to enter the Neijiang lake. That's your ticket.
If you practiced strength all your life, even if you had infinite strength, you would lose miserably when you met a Qi master.
No matter how good a person's mental calculation ability was, what chance did they have against a computer? And a computer could calculate endlessly without eating or drinking. As long as it had enough energy.
Strong body and strong bones, this was the level that 99% of martial artists could achieve. One against ten, one against a hundred, this was already a master chosen from ten thousand.
Understanding the world, searching for the mysteries of the human body. Discovering air currents, guiding air currents, using air currents, smashing rocks and breaking wood, beating cows across mountains, cutting off rivers and rivers, destroying heaven and earth, falling stars — this was the power of God.
Yes, from ancient times to the present, through the dynasties, countless people had searched for or wanted to borrow the power of God.
Qin Shi Huang sent out countless virgin boys and girls to the Celestial Mountain to seek the immortality of the elders, didn't it also because he believed in the existence of God?
Those people in the Neijiang lake, they were climbing on the God's Path.
Going through hardships, spending time and life, just to one day be able to stand on the throne of God, to hold the sun and moon in their hands, to punch through the stars.
Of course, that path was extremely painful, and infinitely far. Lonely and desolate, forgetting for a lifetime. But, there was still a group of people who clenched their teeth and refused to give up.
Luo Jin belonged to this group of people. He was one of the countless people who sought the Dao.
The Blade King Li Dazui didn't practice using Qi, but self-taught and comprehended a supreme blade technique.
His blade technique could force the God of Archery Tang Lie, who had Qi, to retreat step by step, and in the end, he had no choice but to use a divine arrow to defend himself.
In other words, Li Dazui subverted people's understanding — not only Qi could enter the Neijiang lake.
Li Big Mouth did not have any strength, so with the strength he displayed, could it be that he could not enter the inner river lake?
Most importantly, through the research of Tang Lie and the others, when Li Big Mouth wielded his sword, he could use the most primitive Qi of Heaven and Earth that had not been refined or guided by his body, which was the brute force that the people of Jianghu despised.
There was another classic example in history. Li Yuan's fourth son, Li Xuanba, wielded two sledgehammers and dominated the world. He was known as the first hero of the Sui and Tang Dynasties.
However, due to his murderous intent, he went against his teacher's teachings and killed Yuwen Cheng who had three years of dragon life. The Nine Heavens Responding Thunder Heavenly Lord Puhua took revenge and died under the wrath of the heavens.
Li Xuan Ba was the kind of hero who relied on brute force to conquer the world. Although he suffered the wrath of the heavens, he opened another path for future generations to practice martial arts and seek the Dao — the strength of the body itself.
The Sabre King Li Big Mouth belonged to this type of person, and so did the Sabre Monarch Luo Jin.
After Luo Jin received the Saber Manual, he cried bitterly. It was not a pleasant surprise, but a choice.
Because he was very clear that if he wanted to learn the peerless saber technique of the Saber Manual, the first thing he had to do was to release all of his inner qi from his sea of qi, turning himself into a 'normal person' with only strength.
Just like Lin Pingzhi, the first thing he had to do after receiving the Bixie Swordplay was to castrate himself in order to learn this technique.
Of course, Lin Pingzhi, Yue Buqun, and the others had complicated feelings at the time.
In the end, Luo Jin made a choice. He pierced through his' sea of qi ', turning himself into a useless cripple.
For a long period of time, Luo Jin could not even lift his chopping knife.
He had used more than twenty years to establish his name as the 'Sabre Monarch', but it was destroyed in one night. Then, he used another twenty years to slowly regain what he had lost.
Every successful person was worthy of respect, and the Sabre Monarch was a role model.
Therefore, he slashed with his saber.
He chopped out Li Big Mouth's chopping knife.
Li Big Mouth had no killing intent, and neither did Luo Jin.
Li Big Mouth had no inner qi, and Luo Jin had no inner qi from his sea of qi.
Li Big Mouth's knife used the power of his body to attract the power of nature, and the power of nature was Li Big Mouth's inner qi.
Luo Jin's knife was the same.
People fighting with each other, there was endless joy.
People fighting with nature, they were looking for trouble.
Fang Yan was feeling unspeakably bitter.
It was only now that he deeply felt the profoundness and power of the chopping knife. It was only now that he understood the theory behind the chopping knife.
What was the most brilliant scam? It was the unpredictability of the world.
Because tomorrow had not arrived, no one knew what would happen next.
Chopping wood was Fang Yan's' the unpredictability of the world '. It hid its killing intent, and it also hid its' power of nature '.
It took advantage of the situation, and borrowed the force of nature to attack.
The worst thing was, even Luo Jin himself did not know the changes of his knife.
The changes of the knife completely depended on the changes of the opponent.
Luo Jin was the knife, and the knife was the wielder.
This was Li Big Mouth's' Knife Manual ', the ultimate skill of the Knife King.
Fang Yan became a puppet, a puppet that could not speak or move.
Apart from thinking, he could not do anything else.
It was like a blooming epiphyllum, like Cinderella wearing crystal shoes, or like a huge black curtain with a meteor shower — —
That ordinary saber strike, that simple saber strike, suddenly became so dazzling that it was hard for people to look at it directly.
Xiu — —
The long knife cut through heaven and earth, cut through the night sky.
It flashed with a silver light, heading straight for Fang Yan's head.
The current Fang Yan could only be trampled on.
"Don't — —" The masked man in black stared with her eyes wide open, screaming.
No one would have thought that the Knife King would be so powerful.
Just as she was about to pounce on Fang Yan, who was in the middle of the battle, Kongzhu suddenly made his move. With a stretch of his wrist, countless palm shadows overlapped, and the unprepared man in black was sent flying by his palm.
Pa — —
The masked man's body landed heavily on the ground.
"Too powerful — —" Xiu Mu's eyes glowed, staring unblinkingly at the knife in the Knife King's hand.
"What a simple knife." The grey-robed old man on top of the mountain softly praised. "What a dazzling knife. After the Knife King, another Knife King, this is a good sign. "
"Don't — —" Fang Yan also roared in his mind.
How could he die? He still had a lot of money to spend, a lot of things to do, a lot of women — — without saying goodbye. He still had a lot of favors to repay, a lot of hatred to vent.
How could he die? Even if he died, he could not be killed by a knife — — that way of dying would be too miserable and unsightly.
If Fang Yingying saw his body that was cut in half, he would mutter next to the coffin: "How could I be cut in half? It doesn't fit the aesthetics of our Appearance Association — — "
At that time, wouldn't Fang Yan jump out of his coffin and strangle him to death?
The knife's edge was sharp, and the knife's intent was overwhelming.
Fang Yan could only see one knife, but he could feel countless knives attacking him from all directions.
The most unbearable torture was a mountain of knives or a sea of fire. To Fang Yan, he was currently drowning in a sea of knives — —
Ears were useless, so Fang Yan covered his ears.
Eyes were useless, so Fang Yan closed his eyes.
Even his limbs were useless, so Fang Yan allowed them to lock him up.
Fang Yan's Taiji Heart spun crazily. This time, it was spinning faster and fiercer than ever before.
Huff, huff — —
His dantian was a fiery red, as if it was on fire. His sea of qi had turned into a wheel of fire that was hard to see with the naked eye, like a black hole in space that was constantly devouring everything around it.
Fang Yan felt thirsty, as if his body was about to be cooked by the Taiji heart.
So the Taiji heart can be used as a grill — — Fang Yan thought.
Strange, at such a dangerous moment, how could he have such a thought?
Fang Yan really wanted to slap himself.
And that was exactly what he did.
Pah — —
His face burned with pain.
But what made him surprised was that his hands and feet were still trapped by the knife intent that the Blade Lord Luo Jin had released, and he could not move at all.
If that was the case, then who was it that slapped his face?
Ghost slapping his face?
It was said that when a person's martial arts reached a profound level, they could use a power that was not controlled by this world and was unknown to others.
The people of Neijiang called this the 'ghost slapping face'.
The knife came closer and closer, already reaching the top of Fang Yan's head.
Kacha, kacha — —
Thanks to the Taiji heart, Fang Yan could clearly feel the hair on his head being cut off by the knife's energy.
One hair, two, three, four, five — —
Fang Yan was very worried that after this fight, he would become Baldy.
"Ye Rou — —" Fang Yan yelled loudly. He did not know why he would yell out Ye Rou's name at such a moment of life and death, but at this moment, Fang Yan really missed Ye Rou.
Let it be a farewell!
As he yelled, he stretched out his hands to receive Luo Jin's knife.
Yes, although his hands were trapped by the knife intent and the power of nature, but he still stretched out his hands.
It was as if he wanted to slap himself in the face, and his face was burning with pain.
Shua — —
A blazing sun soared into the sky, like a pillar of light shooting up to the sky.
This silvery white light illuminated the One Sword Peak, and then illuminated all things in the world.
His appearance was too sudden, his light was too dazzling.
It was a divine light, and it was also a holy light.
In this pitch black world, in this One Sword Peak where there was no light, it was the only star.
Therefore, the surrounding people found it hard to open their eyes.
When everyone had adapted to his appearance, when everyone was able to open their eyes, they had all gotten used to him.
They saw a miraculous scene!
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