Vol 3 Chapter 892: Falling Sword Palace

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Hearing Wang Qi's calm voice, Jia Chenglie shook his head a little.
How did it happen? He still seems to have the power?
Jia Chenglie knows clearly that there is still a certain gap between his own methods of martial arts and his own natural calligraphy. However, self-cultivation is the guidance of a passing expert, and the combat power is also not weak. Under the surprise, even Xinjie had to suffer a big loss. Not to mention, he is still under the guidance of "that predecessor" and has condensed this true meaning of martial arts by some tricks.
Even Xinjie has to do his utmost to resist this offensive. This ... how could this little Jindan early monk still have the power?
But actually? Wang Qi is more than just capable, it is simply easy to handle!
A rudimentary sword intention spread from his sword dance, as if blood lingered on everyone's nose, lingering. The battlefields where the two armies were fighting and were upright, were washed by this smell, and suddenly turned into an innocent Shura killing field, killing people and eating people. The atmosphere of Jia Chenglie's kingly king who swept the world disappeared.
"This is ... Jianyi?"
Among Jia Chenglie's classmates, a few still had a little vision. They saw that what Wang Qi displayed in the sword dance was also the true meaning of martial arts.
Before this sword, the sea of ​​corpses blood.
Wang Qi snorted, his long sword pointed at the sky diagonally, the wide open and closed "dead snow" waved, several sword lights swayed like snow, and cut the other party into a piece, as if the army was in a line. Among the swords, red light flashed, and a little finger was thrown high.
Then, the severing punches and palms exploded, and turned into a violent wave sweeping in all directions.
Lian Xinjie was brave enough to hug Mi, and then protected her sister with her sword spirit. Jia Chenglie's followers are not so easy. Most of them are unfinished Jindan or just inferior Jindan, and it is far from easy to get rid of this aftermath. Several people were even blown down.
"This" Snow Without Staining Swords "is about to be turned into" Bleeding Without Staining Swords "in his hands ... so terrible killing!"
Amidst the confusion, someone who was not bad in his eyes shouted.
What Wang Qi ’s sword intentions contain is the powerful artistic conception that seems to destroy the world.
The so-called martial arts of boxing is based on the truth, which is an alternative way of "combining the law with our own". It is not "divide the mind" and "I am the same as one", and gradually turn the thought into mana, but in turn, let your mana continue to fit your own thoughts, and mana into the soul.
For Wang Qi, whose rank is much higher than the "divided mind", it is not difficult to simulate the power of this route.
Wang Qi does not understand martial arts. But he will imitate. The practice of digitalization can imitate the methods within the logic of the world. And he has completed the Fa-Me, and his ideas can be transformed into real temperament. For him, imitating the true meaning of others can still be done.
Among the ancient Faxiu exercises he has fought against in his life, there are no plugins that he can't understand, and the exercises are pure enough to be strong. He is the Hu Buxue he met in Shenjing. The murder intention in the innate killing avenue is now the object of his imitation.
The wind was gone, Jia Chenglie clutched his right hand, staring at Wang Qi, his original sharp eyes were full of fierceness.
Wang Qi's sword not only cut off his little finger. The killing sword intention is left in his wounds, killing other tissues. If there is no strong man to heal him, his little finger will definitely go away.
More seriously, just when his heart reached its peak, Wang Qi suddenly released a killing sword that was several times stronger than his punch, breaking his kingly punch and leaving his subconscious mind. shadow. The true meaning of the martial arts that has just been formed is actually not going back and forth. It is no longer the state where you can break through at the door.
But now he is no longer the martial art that can do everything for a little martial arts. After Budo's true intentions were broken up, the caution and fear in his nature raised his head again. He looked at Wang Qi, his left leg shivering slightly unchecked.
The murderous intention just now made him almost think that this guy is fighting life and death! I really will die!
"What is your name?"
"Xia Li." Wang Qi reported his pseudonym.
Now I want him to seek justice from this "killer" ... seems a bit ... difficult for the strong?
"Is it Xia Li? Luo Chen Sword Palace ... Xia Li ... I remember you, miscellaneous ..." Jia Chenglie seemed to want to speak hard. But Wang Qi shook his long sword, killing intently. Jia Chenglie broke out in his heart, almost disappointed. This Jin Dan monk in Tianshulou shouted, "Let's go," and took the class away.
Although Lian Xinjie dealt with misconduct at first, he was not a fool after all. He shouted loudly: "Sorry, Brother Jia, my brother, just rolled out of the sea of ​​corpses. I have never seen the world. The swordsmanship is not good, and I am scared only by swordsmanship."
This sentence seems to be ridiculous, but actually inadvertently points out Wang Qi's identity.
Embraced in the arms of Lian Xinjie, Mi extended her hands to Wang Qi and said quietly, "Brother, great."
Because they are afraid of the spiritual monitoring of high-level monks, they are always playing their roles at all times.
"Well." Wang Qi received the sword and returned the sheath, while also dissipating the part of the mana that simulated the intention to kill. In other people's eyes, this is a symbol of Wang Qi's true control of Wu Dao's harmony and freedom. He immediately returned to nature, smiled faintly at him, continued to hold Mi, and followed the siblings of Lian's family to Luochenjian Palace.
In the void, there will be several silent exchanges of will.
"This kid is a material that can be made."
"It's rare to be able to practice that martial art in this way during the Jindan period."
"There is potential to achieve a distraction period in the future, which is very good."
They are all high-level monks who supervise here with spiritual knowledge. Because this dungeon is so large, the spiritual knowledge of several high-level monks is enough to cover, so there is an overlap between the high-level monks of different schools just spreading the spiritual knowledge at will. This has established a strict monitoring network.
However, these people also have timidity: "Sister? Jin Danqi said that he is more than a hundred years old, how can there be such a young sister?"
"However, there was no trace of sacred spirit in the young girl. Instead, it was an introduction to the cultivation practice of the falling dust sword palace. Every inch of flesh and blood was normal.
"He brought a young girl over, and he saw no malice."
"Most of them are righteous girls or adopted?"
Finally, two voices made the conclusion.
"If the falling dust sword palace is gone, then the kid gets our Divine Martial Sect."
"This matter needs to be reported to Emperor Zun."
"I really don't know why there are such disciples of the military training in Tianshulou. This must be strange. It must be reported to the elders that they know it."
Along the way, Lian Xinjie was worried.
Although he has betrayed the ancient Famen wall, his feelings for many years have not been broken.
Wang Qi lowered his head and said nothing. In fact, he can answer even one or two of Xin Xinjie's questions.
At the time of the palm of the sword, Wang Qi had several invisible and inferior mana that penetrated into Jia Chenglie's body, and scrutinized Jia Chenglie's bottom.
He is not a martial art genius, and his control of the flesh is far less than that of real martial arts. However, as a monk in Tianshulou, he has an advantage in "spells".
He actually used some means to keep countless gain spells in his body. Make yourself light and healthy, unite your spirit and flesh, and amplify your sensitivity to touch. Moreover, he also practiced some kind of suspicious magic method, tempered the essence of demon spirit. In this cultivation method, he only takes part of the gas storage period. It is natural to get started easily by tempering the demon qi of the gas storage period with the spirit of the human race in the blood formation period. In this way, his physical fitness also barely reached the level of Wu Xiu.
He also has only boxing as the real thing. Medieval Confucian martial arts cultivation method, "Spring and Autumn Wind and Moon View".
Jia Chenglie's original intention was to temper this martial art fist, so that he could make up the short board of the Tianshu Building during the battle and fumble for Yuan Ying's mystery.
but……
"" Chunqiu Fengyueguan "should be noble and righteous." Zhen Jiezi wondered: "His boxing skills obviously have been changed by others. The trick of" Chunqiu Hundred Battles "was originally defended in the middle , With the trick of war and war, he took the meaning of 'Spring and Autumn Injustice.' How did he come to him, he became a master of the king and swept the world, can't he dare to follow? "
To say that Tianshulou has a strong man who can change the true meaning of a martial arts martial art, Zhen Jiezi is the first to disbelieve. It is quite surprising that they were able to cultivate such a plausible martial arts master by skillful ways. It is impossible to change the martial arts knowledge of the boxing as needed at will.
"I'm more concerned about this than this. Where did Jia Chenglie get this boxing script? What is the purpose of the man who gave him boxing script?" Wang Qidao said: "If you really want to cultivate it Is n’t it true that the original boxing classics? This boxing classic is nothing special ... right? "
"Indeed. This change did not increase the power of the Spring and Autumn Wind and Moon View, but lost the original martial arts framework that was tolerant, and the growth was smaller. With this change, the power is weaker."
"Is it an experimental product?" Wang Qi walked again according to his own thinking. But he soon discovered that it seemed unrealistic.
This is still very unreasonable. If a senior expert really wants to achieve the goal of trying to figure out the laws of martial arts by repeatedly changing a boxing sutra, then it should also be a large-scale experiment.
"There are ghosts everywhere."
Wang Qi temporarily hid his doubts in his heart. Soon, they came to a palace not too big. The shape of this palace is impressive. Although the bricks and red tiles are simple, they are also naive. However, the narrow space made it impossible to expand, as if it were a dysplasia.
The gate of Gong Que is a small square. The square is paved with pure white marble, elegant and atmospheric. In the center of the square stands a bizarre stele twisted together in black and white. This yin and yang monument is said to have been born innately, but it can be said that the yin and yang changes wonderfully. It is also a treasure.
"This is Luochen Sword Palace." Lian Xinjie felt a "go home" feeling, relieved.
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