I'm the best catcher in martial arts

Bashiba walked towards Guangmingding step by step.

It looks like his clothes are shabby and shaky, but in fact, with every step he takes, Yang Shen improves by one or two points.

It is not an improvement in spirit, but only a change in Yang Shen. His "body" is like a candle in a storm, which will be extinguished with a gentle blow.

Even if famous doctors such as Shi Jiugong, Shu Dafeng, and Xu Qiaozhi took Ba Shiba's pulse, they could not feel his pulse or detect his heartbeat.

If it weren't for his extraordinary spiritual power and obsession that penetrated deep into his bones, Bashiba would have fallen to the ground long ago. He could go up the mountain because what went up the mountain was not flesh and blood, but the condensed Yang Shen.

His figure was shaky.

His steps were unsteady.

He persisted desperately.

In the last few steps, the holy monk who was worshiped by millions of people actually lay on the ground and climbed up step by step, like a decaying lone wolf.

It's not that Zhang Wuji is petty and insists on making Ba Shiba look embarrassed, but that no one can get close to him.

Ba Shiba's mental power is too strong.

His body is about to reach its limit, but his spirit has reached the peak of his life. Even Shen Lian and Shen Yumen will immediately have inner demons as long as they dare to get even half a step closer.

No one can come near Ba Shiba.

No one could help him up.

A casual glance from Ba Shiba can leave an eternal scar in the heart of a person and cripple a genius.

If it were Li Chimei, seeing so many geniuses from the Central Plains gathered together, she would definitely use force to destroy these geniuses so that they would no longer have potential.

The Eight Masters will not do these things.

He just wanted to make a final settlement with Zhang Wuji.

Therefore, Li Chimei cannot become the Eighth Master.

Therefore, the Eight Masters cannot do Li Chimei.

They are very different people.

They choose very different paths.

The wind and clouds changed, dark clouds covered the top, and the entire mountain peak was shrouded in dark clouds. The wind and snow around Bashiba gradually began to melt, as if it was midsummer.

The spiritual method of changing the sky and striking the earth.

This esoteric art that penetrates the heavens and the earth was practiced by Eighth Master Ba to a peak that has never been achieved before or since.

The invisible and qualityless spiritual power was condensed by him into tangible and qualitative ripples. If Zhang Wuji is the silent deep pool without waves in the ancient well, Bashiba is like a stone thrown into the pool, setting off layers of ripples.

His cultivation has reached a new level.

At the last moment of his life, when he saw Zhang Wuji, Bashiba finally realized the pinnacle of relief that he had been searching for for many years but could not find.

"boom!"

Ba Shiba fell on the last step.

Fan Yao said in surprise: "Ba Shiba's life essence has completely dissipated, he has been defeated!"

"Who...said...I...lost...?"

A faint voice came from the "corpse", followed by a ray of Buddha's light penetrating through the dark clouds, and a giant golden Buddha standing tall in the sky appeared in mid-air, blasting out the Eighth Master's seal.

Tantric practice emphasizes the three secrets of body, speech, and mind, focusing on visualization and mudra. Every Tantric monk can summarize the original mind mudra after achieving Buddhism.

As the most outstanding figure in Tantric Buddhism, Ba Shiba was certainly no exception. When he was eighteen years old, he understood his own mudra. After hundreds of years of perfection, coupled with the epiphany between life and death, the mudra has become perfect.

A violent mental shock enveloped the top of the mountain.

Whether they were seniors like Dugu Yihe, Feng Qingyang, or Gu Daoren, or top experts such as Shen Lian, Shen Yumen, Li Ruohai, etc., they were all horrified to find that their souls seemed to be separated, similar to the soul leaving the body.

He can sense the flow of his own blood, and the changes in the vitality of heaven and earth. He has a heartbeat and a pulse, but the connection between spirit and flesh is forcibly separated by an indescribable force.

Lu Xiaofeng's virtual reality, Yan Nantian's Hunyuan Kung Fu, Chu Liuxiang's Stepping on the Moon and Liuxiang, Chen Lian's Ten Thousand Types of Frosts competing for freedom, Ximen Chuixue's sword intent, and Li Ruohai's prairie fire spear intent all lost their effect.

Everyone is immobilized.

He was immobilized by the ultimate spiritual power of Ba Shiba.

He can hear, see, feel, and even activate his own martial arts, but he can't make any movements.

This is a unique killing move.

This is a secret technique that has never been seen in the world.

This is the essence of Ba Shiba’s lifelong martial arts.

Everyone activated their martial arts in unison, and several internal energies that could be integrated were naturally integrated, such as Shen Lian and Ximen Chuixue, Shen Lian and Yan Nantian.

Ba Shiba didn't pay attention to this.

Whether Shen Lian and others could move or not, it didn't matter. He only had Zhang Wuji in his eyes.

He moved his two fingers towards the center of Zhang Wuji's eyebrows.

Ba Shiba's movements were very slow.

Slow as a snail.

It's like slowing down time a thousand times.

Shen Lian felt that every cell in his body felt constipated, as if it was about to explode. He couldn't help but trigger a stunning shot. Gu Wen, who was sleeping in the iron box behind him, responded to Shen Lian with a trembling response.

Use a gun to control people.

Using the magic weapon of Wusi Wu Nian, he controlled his flesh and blood body, and relied on clever means to temporarily escape from the envelope and observe the final kill of Ba Shiba.

The eight masters pointed their swords together and slashed down in the air.

Zhang Wuji stood tall and motionless as a mountain.

The two seemed to have no confrontation, but they exchanged hundreds, thousands, and tens of thousands of moves in the spiritual dimension.

In the spiritual world, what does time and space count?

A thought can reach thousands of miles, and a glance can reach thousands of years.

There were no lies or intimidation, no plots to injure him, Bashiba's preconceived methods, and those people or things that disturbed Zhang Wuji's mood were completely unimportant.

The mark between Eighth Master Ba's eyebrows suddenly disappeared, and the shackles that had bound his heart for more than ten years were opened by himself.

Holding a flower in her left hand, she smiled.

A smile appeared on Zhang Wuji's face, and he entered the state of infinite return to true nature. The Ten Yang Sacred Fire was endless, giving birth to golden lotuses in the fire, and blooming lotus flowers.

"Zhang Wuji, this poor monk will give you a move."

A childlike smile flashed across Bashiba's face, and his eyes full of wisdom became childish and pure.

In the flaming red lotus, he found himself again, and the joy that suddenly emerged when he first learned Buddhism, every time he had enlightenment in his mind.

As his cultivation level gets higher and higher, as his status becomes more and more noble, his heart is already filled with dust.

"It's great to be young!"

Ba Shiba slowly closed his eyes.

The shadow of Yang Shen slowly dissipated, and everyone regained their ability to move at the same time. Most of the masters present used martial arts to fight against the Eighth Master Ba. It was like two sides wrestling. Now one side suddenly gives up, how can it be controlled?

A gunshot exploded behind Shen Lian, as if hundreds of bombs had been detonated, and half of the wall was blown into ruins.

Shen Yumen swung out his sword energy and struck the city with one strike.

Yan Nantian slashed out his sword wave and cut through the air with one strike.

Lu Xiaofeng dances for nine days, and colorful phoenixes fly.

It is as fierce as the sea and can set a prairie fire a hundred times, and the spear is as bright as fire.

Many powerful moves exploded at the same time, coupled with Zhang Wuji's condensed Ten Yang Holy Fire, and the spiritual power that escaped from the Eighth Master Ba before his death, there was only one explosion, and a huge mushroom cloud rushed straight into the sky, and the Mingjiao leader who had stood in Kunlun for hundreds of years was heard. The altar has since been completely reduced to ruins.

The scorching sun was flying and the smoke was filling the air. Each master covered his chest and vomited blood. Several masters were even seriously injured by the aftermath.

Even masters such as Yang Xiao, Fan Yao, Zhou Dian, etc. were shocked by the mental power overflowing from the Eighth Master Ba San. They covered their heads and yelled, and their true energy went retrograde and went crazy.

"town!"

Zhang Wuji shouted sharply!

The vitality of heaven and earth condensed into a giant hand, and all the power was dispersed into the void. Whether it was strong attacks or bombardments, or the spiritual power of the Eighth Master, they all dissipated with the wind.

Shen Lian looked intently and saw that at least 75% of the masters watching the battle were kneeling on the ground and 90% had injuries on their bodies.

Only two remained unscathed.

One place is next to Zhang Wuji. Except for a scar between Zhang Wuji's eyebrows, everything else is unscathed. Even the snow under his feet has not changed at all.

One place was next to Bashiba, where there was nothing but a blazing fire.

Zhang Wuji gently stretched out his hand, and the fierce fire jumped into his hand with golden Buddha light and turned into a bead.

——Eighth Division Basel!

Zhang Wuji handed the relic to Shen Yumen: "Return this object to the Tantric Sect! In the next few days, I will live in Xiaoguangming Realm, and you find someone to rebuild the main altar."

Shen Yumen caught the relic and asked: "What should I do if the Tantra hits me? The Tantric Bald Ass is the most unreasonable."

Zhang Wuji glanced at Shen Yumen and gave him a look that said if you dare to talk nonsense again, I will beat you up.

Tantric monks are unreasonable, how can you, little bastard, be reasonable? When have you ever been reasonable?

Shen Lian asked: "Your injury..."

Zhang Wuji lightly touched his eyebrows, and the blood marks on his eyebrows slowly healed: "People are leaving soon, so they should leave happily and don't embarrass them too much."

Shen Lian: Σ(⊙▽⊙“a

Are you speaking in human language?

Ba Shiba used all his strength to kill, and his spirit was unparalleled. Why the hell did you let him go?

But then again, Zhang Wuji and Shen Lian are quite similar. They both have high defense and high health and quick recovery. If they can't kill with one hit, they can recover quickly.

It's just that compared to Shen Lian, Zhang Wuji is a kind and good man, who makes it convenient for others and himself.

Bashiba's decisive blow may not be able to hurt Zhang Wuji, but Zhang Wuji knew in his heart that this was Bashiba's last glory, so he took the initiative to expose his flaws, leaving scars on Bashiba, and the aftermath blew up the entire Guangming Dome.

If the two sides were desperate to fight to the death, Zhang Wuji would have activated the Ten Sun Sacred Fire, blasted out the most powerful Nine Sun Thunderbolt Divine Palm, and finally activated the Tai Chi Xuan Gong.

It was really difficult to hurt Zhang Wuji.

Fortunately, Ba Shiba did not hear these words.

Otherwise, he will definitely die with his eyes open.

Not only the failure in the realm of martial arts, but also the failure in the realm of life. Zhang Wuji's realm already belongs to the Bodhisattva Sacred Heart, and he can't even hate him.

What can you hate about him?

After the duel ended, the house collapsed, and the Mingjiao main altar was destroyed by the aftermath. Everyone who watched the battle had contributed to this, knowing that Zhang Wuji was tolerant, but Zhao Min was very difficult to mess with, and wanted to find an excuse to go down the mountain quickly.

On the one hand, I don’t want to eat Shixiang Ruanjin Powder, which can’t even withstand the Nine Yang Divine Skill.

On the one hand, seize the time to understand martial arts.

Zhang Wuji suddenly said: "Everyone, please blow the mountain breeze for two hours. If you leave now, I'm afraid your life will be in danger. I can give you a sermon."

As soon as these words came out, everyone looked at Zhao Min.

At that time, the six major sects besieged Guangmingding, but were repelled by Zhang Wuji, and then they were all captured by Zhao Min.

Zhao Min snorted coldly: "What do you want me to do? I have no soldiers and generals now, and I don't like poisoning."

Zhang Wuji explained: "That's what happened. Just now I and the Eighth Master Ba fought against each other, and coupled with the burst of strength from all the heroes, the snow on Guangmingding showed signs of collapse, but it was only maintained by my mental skills."

Everyone: Can you stop the avalanche?

Zhang Wuji explained sincerely: "Don't misunderstand me. This is the effect of the Nine Heavens Sutra. I use my feet to communicate with the earth's veins and unite heaven and man. I borrow the power of Kunlun itself to temporarily stabilize the ice and snow. If it were another mountain, , I can’t do it!”

Everyone: Do you really think we believe it?

Zhang Wuji shrugged, wondering why Jianghu is still so dangerous, and no one believed it to be honest.

Even my apprentice doesn’t believe it!

It was really a mistake back then. I only taught him martial arts and didn't teach him to respect his teacher. I'll make it up to him in a few days.

Zhang Wuji's feet trembled slightly, and the eternal snow on Guangmingding collapsed. Three million Jade Dragon soldiers fell from the sky. Even if there were thousands of troops, they would all be buried under the snow. As many as they came, they died.

Some of the masters present had participated in the Guangmingding Battle that year, and they were thankful in their hearts. If the Mingjiao had used this trick, how could they have survived?

Ten lives are not enough to die!

The avalanche broke out loudly, and naturally everyone would not go down the mountain. They sat down cross-legged and listened to the sermon.

Zhang Wuji was born in the Wudang sect, and he used many of the Wudang sect’s unique skills as examples to explain the mysteries of martial arts.

Everyone listened with great interest, especially the geniuses of the Wudang Clan, who felt that they had gained a lot.

Shen Lian poked Shen Yumen and signaled Shen Yumen to ask questions for Zhang Wuji to answer. Shen Yumen coughed a few times and asked Shen Lian the question he was looking forward to.

"Master, how to break through to the supreme?"

"Control!"

Zhang Wuji said two words lightly.

"What is control?"

"That's control."

Zhang Wuji spread his palms, and a ball of flame slowly condensed in his palm. Then the flame changed. It was not the transformation of the five elements, but the transformation into one domain.

Within the scope of the flames, any vitality will be repelled, and every ounce of power will be locked up.

"This is the basic control I was able to make when I first broke through. It's nothing. There are many talented geniuses here with different martial arts. The control you want to make may not look like this."

Zhang Wuji explained: "Physical training, Qi training, and spirit training all have different controls. In terms of difficulty, Qi training is the least difficult, and physical training is the most difficult."

There is no distinction between body training, qi training, and spirit training. The three of them are not superior or inferior. When one's cultivation reaches a certain level, all three must be practiced at the same time to make up for one's own shortcomings.

It's just that since ancient times, it has been easier for Qi warriors and God-refining warriors to break through. Only a few masters of body training, such as Xiang Yu, can reach the ultimate peak.

If Shattering the Void is used as a requirement, body refining is simply a hellish difficulty. From ancient times to the present, no one can break the Void with this, not even Xiang Yu.

Difficulty is not just a boast.

This difficulty is real.

Even Zhang Wuji doesn't know what kind of opportunities are needed to achieve the final breakthrough.

Yang Yuqian suddenly asked: "Why must the void be broken when practicing martial arts? Can't it be done without breaking?"

"Oh? What is your ideal?"

"Preach! Teach knowledge! Solve doubts! I hope to spread Tai Chi all over the world, to every corner." (End of this chapter)