The cold eroded the dilute gold, and accumulated layer by layer, making Meng Qi feel as if he was back to his childhood. Every winter, he would wear bloated clothes and his movements would slow down and no longer feel agile. The masters fought against each other, and the outcome was only in a flash. Before he got rid of the cold and slowness, he saw that this punch was on the verge of himself, so he could only retreat and had to retreat. ≤≤,

The figure changed, Meng Qi moved with the fist and retreated rapidly, while Wu Jizhen had left the boat at some point, stepped on the sea water with his feet, and the blue and black ice accumulated, dragging out two transparent marks. His fist was not slow at all, and the distance between the two was rapidly shortened.

As she flew back, Meng Qi's inner scene changed, interpreting the sun. The light golden light flowing in her skin was showing, melting the cold, eased the dullness, resisting the erosion of the ice and snow moon.

It was not until this time that Meng Qi had the strength to draw his sword.

But as soon as his right hand touched the hilt, Wu Jizhen's fist sank slightly. The overall force formed by the sky, earth, people, and sword suddenly penetrated into the uninvited guest, and it occupied the cardinal, making Meng Qi unable to draw the knife, and he felt like he would be hit by a thunderous blow when drawing the knife.

Wu Jizhen's inner world is like a world. This punch comes with the "world", making it difficult to compete head-on.

Meng Qi opened the acupoints around him, trying to connect with the world and forcefully drew his sword, but Wu Jizhen's fist changed with it, as if it was erratic, and the momentum of the world changed again, and layers of coldness turned into invisible ice, isolating Meng Qi and the world.

Constantly changing and skillful tricks are used, but Wu Jizhen's fist can always test pressure in advance and control the energy, making Meng Qi always give up halfway, but he can only retreat and have to retreat.

It is true that the changes in reality and reality are all in his heart! Meng Qi took a deep breath, abandoned luck, abandoned the feelings of concealment, Yuan Shi sat upright, the interior was in chaos, and there was no difference between reality and reality!

At the beginning, because it was a ten-stroke agreement, it did not involve life and death. Meng Qi did not want to expose his own special nature in the realm of "Immortal Yuanshi" and planned to deal with it purely by swords. However, under the illumination of the "bright moon", he had no secrets to say. He did not appear in the realm of Yuanshi and was chaotic, and he was afraid that he could not even block a single move.

As soon as the chaos appeared, Wu Jizhen's fist moved slightly and was no longer so determined. Meng Qi keenly noticed, and the long sword was unsheathed, and half of the Tai Chi was drawn, and he hit Wu Jizhen's fist sideways, avoiding the edge, and making a big move.

Wu Jizhen's wrist trembled and his fists scattered, as if he was catching a snake, and he was extremely flexible and deviated. He grabbed Meng Qi's back, and his claws condensed, like a mirage in the falling ice and snow.

Meng Qi raised his long sword and jumped out his claws. But Wu Jizhen's palms and fingers changed continuously, and it was no slower than Meng Qi's sword moves. There was no situation where he could not keep up. One sword and one hand were like a pair of dancing butterflies. It interpreted a wonderful and lively picture. The thunders and snowflakes took off, and the ice and ocean were all lightning.

The sea condensed into solid ice within a radius of dozens of miles. I don’t know how many feet it spread down, but the thunder in the air shines, competing for the bright moon.

After several moves, the two sides had no collision between swords and hands. At this time, Wu Jizhen's left hand, which had been behind him, suddenly poked out.

Meng Qi suddenly felt the snow falling, the vastness of the sea water "disappeared", the floating clouds at high altitude "disappeared", everything "disappeared", leaving only the lonely and empty world of ice and snow, giving people the feeling of "thinking the leisure of the world, and crying alone".

Wu Jizhen stood proudly in this world, as if the master of heaven and earth, filling every space with one punch and one claw, making Meng Qi unable to dodge and nowhere to dodge. It is real everywhere. No matter how hard it is to avoid the void, it seems that there is only one choice to resist.

Meng Qi took a deep breath, and his body suddenly swelled. He judged the heavenly phenomena and earth. The "shen wound" light in his hand floated and gathered at the tip of the knife. A whirlpool-like pinhole highlighted, crackling and roaring, as if the Thunder God who was punishing the heavens came to the world, facing the punch and claw with a condescending posture and fierce sword force.

As the collision was about to collide, Meng Qi's sword light suddenly collapsed, and the sky was filled with blue and purple thunder and lightning, jumping and flashing, covering up the long sword and chaotic fists.

The "ocean" separates, and the sword light is like a fish leaping at the dragon gate. It passes through the fists and claws in the form of lightning and thunder, and takes Wu Jizhen's face.

Wu Jizhen turned his arms and elbows inward, and layers of cold air condensed into dark blue ice, which could not be cut off, delaying the long sword, forcing Meng Qi to change his moves.

Then, he stretched his right hand back, spreading his five fingers, like a blooming cold plum, brushing his back towards Meng Qi, with an elegant posture, giving people an infinitely beautiful feeling.

The ice and snow are silent, the cold plums are "bright" and explain the strength of life.

This terrible brilliance of death, with the love of life and thinking about death, changed inexplicably, which made Meng Qi feel unprepared. The long sword and fists were so many omissions under this whip, just like using a net the size of a bowl to catch a fish as thick as a finger, giving the other party a wide hole.

Meng Qi retreated again, quickly retreated, and slashed the long sword forward, one into two, two into four, four into eight, there was no difference between strength and strength, forming a net of heaven and earth, trying to dissolve the brush layer by layer.

When! The strength of life is hard to resist the dead silence of ice and snow, Wu Jizhen's brush made the sword lights strangely converge and just hit the back of the sword.

A fierce chill came, and the purple lightning and blue thunder floating on the surface of the wound of the sky condensed into ice. Meng Qi's five fingers flashed with light gold, and was frozen on the hilt of the knife, making it difficult to isolate the cold.

Meng Qi's face changed, his right hand shook, and his palm broke with his wrist, leaving Han Yi no longer clinging to it. His left palm held the Jade Sword and his figure moved quickly. Before Wu Jizhen reacted, he cut four swords in a row, either fast or heavy, or feminine or masculine manner, integrating all his life's learning and understanding into these four swords, creating the world, lightning, thunder, floating and asking for thought, and heavy pressure on his body. And because it was a left-hand knife, it was extremely unpredictable.

Wu Jizhen held up his hands, as if he had made a seal, and the cold light of the Ice Soul poured out from his body, swallowing all four sword lights, a piece of white.

Suddenly, Meng Qi took back his long sword, which violated common sense, and then looked at the correct cardinal and slashed it out with one knife.

Crack, the white man separated and the long sword slashed Wu Jizhen's body.

The ice and snow were shattered, and the cold air was rising, as if only an ice sculpture was shattered.

Behind Meng Qi, white mist condensed, Wu Jizhen reappeared, pressed his right thumb against his index finger and middle finger, sighed, full of sadness, and gently pointed at Meng Qi.

This awkwardness and heavyness condensed endless sadness and persistence. Meng Qi's heart waves fluctuated. He thought of the malice of the six realms, the fate was in control of others, and the words of relatives and friends as Gu Xiaosang said, his heart was depressed and struggling in pain, and he felt that layers of shackles were tied up. He just wanted to draw his sword out, cut off all this, and obtain great freedom and great freedom.

Not good! At this time, the golden giant Buddha appeared, pointing to the sky and touching the earth. Meng Qi recovered from his awakening. He was actually hooked by Wu Jizhen and his heart had been squeezed for a long time, and a huge loophole appeared.

I am the only one who suppresses it. Meng Qi was about to use his sword to block this point, but suddenly, he saw Wu Jizhen's eyes full of nostalgia and intoxication.

Those who are sad are just apart!

At this moment, Meng Qi had an inexplicable feeling. The understanding of Wu Jizhen was completely different from that of himself, and he couldn't stop this!

Normally, when the two sides fight, they see nothing illegal, physical body, bloodline, moves, and the application of the power of heaven and earth, and the mastery of the rules. But at this moment, Meng Qi believes that Wu Jizhen is not seeing these, but something else, just like a pot of flowers, what he sees is petals, stamens, roots, soil, flower plates, sunlight and veins. From it, what Wu Jizhen sees is completely different "momentum" such as vitality, death, strength, and dependence.

If you cannot be in the same "view" as him, you will not be able to understand where his point will hit, and you will not be able to resist it.

Meng Qi ignored everything else. Yuanshixiang used the Yin-Yang Seal to change Yin-Yang, and flowed into life and death, trying to interfere with this, and at the same time retreated quickly, widened the distance, intending to isolate both sides by range attack.

"Oh." Wu Jizhen withdrew his hand and did not make any moves. He stepped on the frozen ocean with his feet, his expression full of bleakness.

"No need to compete. There is a big possibility for you to block my ten moves, but..." He shook his head, looking boring, "But you don't have the heart of martial arts, it's boring."

He walked slowly towards the boat with his hands on his back.

"The Heart of Martial Arts?" Meng Qi asked in surprise when he didn't expect this ending.

How come I have no desire for martial arts?

Wu Jizhen did not turn his head and said calmly: "You have the strong desire to become stronger, the motivation to put it into practice, and there is depression and danger. In the eyes of ordinary people, this may be the heart of martial arts, but you do not have the enthusiasm for martial arts and the 'pursuing' of Tao. For you, it is a tool, a weapon, and that's all."

He looked up at the sky and murmured to himself: "What is the great way? What is life?"

"How to see through life and death, break the eternal silence with instant brilliance, and understand the magnificence of heaven and earth..."

"All moves, all techniques, except for appearances, are explaining and pursuing these..."

Meng Qi frowned slightly. Shouldn’t all these be thought rationally?
Chapter completed!