Chapter 125 “O God!”
Return to heaven...
The talented swordsman who had become famous in the capital many years ago and was very high-spirited, but his ambition as a warrior was interrupted by the then unknown Ma Yan, said these words calmly.
The sword covered with light frost in his hand was swung out without any smoke or smoke.
Tsk tsk...
The cold air spread wantonly, and he did not choose to bully and approach, chasing the retreating Zhao Duan.
He just threw out an arc-shaped sword energy.
Shaped like cold mist, the condensed smoke energy of the sword separated from the blade, and like a life-threatening ghost, silently swept along the long street.
Click click click...
Along the way, the ground paved with blue bricks is covered with a line of white frost, as straight and thin as a line.
When Zhao Duan was in a hurry, his body sank, his feet supported the ground, stretched as straight as a bow, and the sword in his hand fell straight down, colliding with the sword energy.
In an instant, the Ji Si Chang Dao, which was forged by the royal swordsmith of the Forging Bureau and was distributed by the imperial office, was frozen.
Accompanied by the sharp and powerful force that destroys everything.
The metal that had been tempered in the blazing fire let out a low whine and trembled uncontrollably.
Zhao Duan's expression changed slightly and he decisively discarded his sword.
The next second, the blade fell straight to the ground and broke into three pieces.
The remaining sword energy hit his chest, and a pale golden glow flashed away.
At the critical moment, Zhao Duan used the "Xia Xia Breathing Technique" taught by Taizu to block the lingering charm of the sword.
So strong... Zhao Duanrao was prepared, but he was still in awe.
"Huh?"
In the distance, Gao Li, who was wearing a mask, made a surprised sound.
He didn't seem to expect that the pretty boy who was so different from him was actually intact.
When he caught a glimpse of the looming glow, he suddenly fell into a trance and said quietly:
"You actually left the royal family to worship the martial arts."
In the Kuangfu Society's assessment of Zhao Duan's strength, it was marked that he was suspected of being a worshiper, but the specific details have not yet been ascertained.
And Gao Li happened to know a lot about "consecration".
Back then, he was so ambitious that he challenged the masters in the field, but was defeated by an unknown eunuch. In that duel, Ma Yan had used this martial arts.
Zhao Duan smiled arrogantly: "You have good taste, then I will teach you the best martial arts training path in the world."
His body was like an arrow leaving the string, but instead of retreating, he advanced and attacked again.
As you walk, your breathing changes rhythm, your steps open, and your arms stretch.
In the "Picture of the God of War", the mind came to mind, where Taizu Taizu of Dayu led him to practice the "unnamed boxing technique" for a whole month on the top of the mountain.
It was also the first time that he had used this set of punches in "reality".
As soon as the fist was extended, the sea of Qi in Dantian roared and boiled. The billowing air followed the strong meridians and attacked the enemy blocking the road with a very domineering and wild attitude.
In a daze, his figure seemed to overlap with that of Taizu in the painting.
A mortal warrior dared to punch the Shenzhang Realm brazenly, and his momentum rose instead of falling. Only the Secret Master of the Xu Dynasty in the world could do this.
"Mountain Attacking Fist..."
Under Gao Li's indigo mask, memories appeared in his eyes.
At this moment, he seemed to have returned to the martial arts competition in the palace in the past.
However, Zhao Duan is not the Ma Yan he was then, and Gao Li is not what he was back then.
"snort!"
At this moment, Gao Li unexpectedly put his left hand on his back and used the long sword as a stick with one hand to face Zhao Duan.
"clang!"
The fist wrapped in the pale golden glow, harder than fine steel, hammered straight into the soft sword body.
The blade of the sword suddenly bent, then rebounded quickly, and the powerful force returned to Zhao Duan's body, making him groan and feel a faint pain.
Zhao Duan didn't care, his fists were as dense as a net, almost making shadows.
But Gao Li always carried his left hand, sometimes retreating and sometimes stepping forward.
Using his body skills and holding a sword with one hand, he was able to block all of Zhao Duan's fists, which were as dense as the wind and rain.
It rained heavily, but not a drop of it touched him.
When Zhao Duan's strength failed again, Gao Li counterattacked more decisively, slashing at him with one sword after another, forcing Zhao Duan to go on the defensive.
The offensive and defensive momentum is different!
Only the sound of "clang-dang-dang" metal collision never stops, like the rapid drumbeat on the battlefield. Every collision is a battle between life and death.
Gao Li said coldly while slashing:
"The frame is a good imitation. It has half the charm of Taizu Dayu. Your body is also strong and tempered, and your martial arts foundation is solid, but it is a bit new, and you look like you have not yet fully adapted to it.
how? Could it be that the foundation of martial arts has been reforged recently?
It's a pity that such a good boxing technique and such a unique warrior's body were beaten to look like this, so flabby and completely powerless.
If you meet a warrior who is also in the mortal realm, you can still be cruel.
But if you want to deal with me, you are still far from it. Which one of the people enshrined in the imperial city is not better than your boxing skills? "
Zhao Duan remained silent, focusing only on resisting the tricky and strange sword edges.
He is indeed not proficient in this boxing technique, and it is difficult to compare with the Ouchi priests.
But he was not frustrated, because Gao Li didn't know that this was only the first time Zhao Duan had used this set of punches.
Little did he know that it had only been two months since Zhao Duan embarked on this path of cultivation.
And most of his leisure energy is invested in other directions.
If Gao Li knew that the person in front of him had only used the "Mountain Attacking Fist" for the first time, and it was already so effective, I don't know what he would think.
However, Zhao Duan had no need to explain. Although he was at an absolute disadvantage, the look in his eyes became brighter and brighter.
Martial arts masters cannot be raised in a greenhouse. True understanding and progress must occur in a life-and-death fight.
At this moment, Zhao Duan even felt a little grateful for Gao Li's arrogance.
In this attack and defense, he crazily drew nourishment from this talented swordsman of the past.
The posture of resisting the opponent also gradually became calmer from the initial rush.
"kindness?"
Gao Li also noticed this change, his eyes changed, and the sword in his hand suddenly became sharp.
But Zhao Duan seemed to have noticed it in advance, and suddenly retreated backwards, widening the distance.
His boots scraped against the ground, and he suddenly put his left hand on his lower back.
He turned his right hand over and pushed it out in an instant.
"Woo-"
A sudden strong wind blew up, and at this moment, the dark clouds over the long street seemed to be stirred up. With Zhao Duan's palm strike, countless wine flags and lanterns floated on both sides of the long street.
Flying sand and flying stones...
In his mind, there was a scene on the edge of the desert, where Taizu Dayu used the wind from his palm to blow down the stars in the sky.
The galaxy hangs upside down.
At this moment, Rao was caught off guard and narrowed his eyes based on Gao Li's experience.
The cold palm wind blew away his hat, blowing his hair away, and the indigo mask also trembled.
His legs were firmly rooted to the ground, like old trees in the forest, with roots that penetrated deeply into the earth. Even if the storm passes by, it cannot be shaken.
However, the real power of this palm technique passed down from Taizu Dayu does not lie here.
Palming the wind is only one of them, blowing the soul is the other.
At this moment, although Gao Li's body was rooted and motionless, he could vaguely see a vague shadow of his soul, being hit by the wind of his palm, faintly about to break away from his body.
"return!"
Gao Li shouted suddenly, Wu Fu's blood boiled, and a faint red light came out of his head, forcefully dragging his soul back to his body.
He stood facing the wind and shook his head slightly, thinking, is this your trump card?
It is worthy of being the secret of the Xu Dynasty. Even in the mortal realm, such methods are already available. With this palm, one can run rampant among people of the same rank.
However, the gap in big realm cannot be bridged by just one martial arts.
The soul of a martial artist in the Divine Chapter Realm is stable, but not...
While Gao Li was thinking about it, a strong premonition of danger suddenly occurred in his heart!
The alarm bells blaring in his mind were due to the alertness of Shen Zhang Wu Ren, who smelled the danger before his five senses and six senses.
Gao Li's pupils suddenly contracted.
In the ear, vaguely covered by the sound of wind, a slight sonic boom was caught.
Deep in the pupils, a dark gold flying knife that was as fast as lightning, trembling with excitement, and constantly enlarging was reflected!
Flying knife and golden crow!
At this moment, the high-grade magic weapon that Zhao Duan had hidden in his sleeves and had been secretly accumulating for a long time, under the cover of the palm wind, attacked and killed at a terrifying speed.
At first, Zhao Duan used a flying knife to sneak attack and cut off Haitang's hair.
At that time, he judged that as long as the other party lacked vigilance, he might seriously injure the Shen Zhang realm.
Therefore, from the moment he saw Gao Li, he had been planning this attack.
Everything before was a feint, even if Xinghe was hanging upside down, it was only a cover for the flying knife.
At this moment, the flying knife that had been planned for a long time was superimposed on the "charging power" method taught to him by Ma Yan.
With the strongest power in his current realm, like a meteor, he tore off Gao Li's robe, and the white swordsman uniform pierced his heart!
The wind has stopped!
The long street suddenly became quiet.
Gao Li stood on the spot, slowly lowered his gaze, and looked at the handle of the knife at his heart with some astonishment.
The white swordsman's robe embroidered with light cloud patterns slowly glowed with bright red, like a rose blooming on the snow.
Gao Li froze on the spot, never expecting that he would be breached by a mere mortal junior.
Success... Zhao Duan felt happy at first, but then frowned slightly.
"laugh!"
At this moment, the power contained in the dark gold flying knife exploded, and instantly tore a fist-sized gap in the blood-stained robe.
The skin underneath was exposed.
The flying knife did embed itself into Gao Li's chest, but it was far shallower than expected.
I saw that between the robe and the skin, Gao Li's body surface was covered with a thin "qi mask".
That is the "body-protecting aura" unique to Shenzhang realm warriors, similar to Zhao Duan's mastery of Xia Guang.
The power of the flying knife is blocked and weakened by this thin layer of Gang Qi.
Eliminated most of the power.
Zhao Duan's head sank and his mind turned. As if summoned, the "Golden Crow Flying Knife" was instantly drawn out and flew back into his hand.
Then with the infusion of Qi, it expanded and expanded into a dark gold short blade.
The wound on Gao Li's chest began to heal at a slow speed.
He then raised his head, his face was indifferent: "It's a beautiful knife, I admit, you are more treacherous than I thought.
But it is a pity that the person I am today is no longer the same as before. Hehe, you should be surprised, because although the vast majority of Shenzhang warriors can support the body with Gang Qi, they still need enough time to react.
As sudden as your stabbing was, I shouldn't have had time to release the Gangqi. "
After a pause, Gao Li said with complicated eyes behind his mask:
"Back then, I competed with Ma Yan in the palace. Although he never used hidden weapons, he was able to defeat me because he used a single attack.
At that time, I could have blocked it, but I was only a little slower and was defeated miserably.
Later, I left the capital and went into hiding in the world. I meditated hard and spent countless days and nights rehearsing how I could defeat Ma Yan if I had to do it all over again.
I found that the biggest difference between Royal Martial Arts and other martial arts is its domineering speed.
So I relearned the art of swordsmanship and figured out how to deal with it, including your body-protecting rays of light and the mountain-attacking boxing technique.
The most important thing is that I have spent eight years cultivating my body-protecting energy to the point where it can be activated instantly. The moment I sense danger, I will be able to brace myself. "
Zhao Duan narrowed his eyes.
Crazy memories were running through his mind, rummaging through the files he had read and the memories of the original owner.
Suddenly he locked on a name:
"Gao Li! Are you Gao Li, who was recruited by the second prince back then and later joined Kuangfu Society!?"
Gao Li smiled, raised his hand, and took off the indigo ghost face mask.
The face of a middle-aged swordsman with a green and black beard and a slightly weathered face was revealed.
"Crack."
Throwing away the mask, he picked up the Frost Sword in his hand and walked towards Zhao Duan step by step, with a cold smile on his face:
"Congratulations, you guessed it right. But unfortunately, it's time for you to hit the road."
At this moment, an indescribable aura of swordsmanship filled the air.
Zhao Duan suddenly felt his body feel heavy, as if locked by an invisible force.
He held the short sword, but he knew that Gao Li, who was on guard and would not hold anything back, was definitely not something that he, who had only practiced for two months, could resist.
This is not a fair fight.
However, there was still no fear on Zhao Duan's face. He just let out a breath and said with a smile: "It has been delayed for a lot of time, and it is indeed time to end."
"What's the meaning?"
Gao Li, who had already stepped a few feet in front of him, suddenly stopped and raised his eyebrows.
"Nothing," Zhao Duan shook his head, suddenly blinked and asked: "By the way, are you good at dealing with warlocks?"
Gao Li was startled.
Zhao Duan's free hand suddenly spread out.
In his palm was a silver talisman that was wet with sweat.
At this moment, the talisman with the emblem of the Tianshi Mansion printed on it and the azure vermilion on the front depicting the Taoist edict with flying dragons and phoenixes was quietly torn apart.
On the talisman.
Wisps of breath that flowed like green air dispersed and rose toward the sky.
Just like the lingering green smoke when the rhubarb incense burns in front of the main hall of the Taoist temple.
Zhao Duan spoke loudly:
"Imperial God!"
In an instant, between heaven and earth, a vast, ethereal and magnificent force descended on this hidden street out of thin air.
Gao Li's pupils suddenly tightened.
Subconsciously looking up, I saw countless blue clouds gathering crazily in the sky.
Behind Zhao Duan, in the rising green smoke, a Taoist figure of a hundred feet tall appeared silently, wearing a five-color Taoist robe, a Yin-Yang crown on his head, holding a fly whisk in his hand, looking down at the world.
There is neither joy nor sorrow in the eyes of Taoists, and heaven and earth are unkind.
It is the manifestation of the "Dao of Heaven", the Supreme Taoist Lord!
(End of chapter)