[Comprehensive Martial Arts] Journey to the Homeland

The snowflakes are getting bigger and bigger, like countless white cotton fluffs, fluttering down from the sky. During the fall, they floated lightly in a few circles, as if they were not in a hurry.Although the clouds in the sky were thin, the north wind was not very strong. For a while, the smoky lead gray winter clouds could not be blown away.

In other words, it will take some time for this snow to fall.As for whether it is big or small, it depends on God's temper.

In the extremely quiet night, due to the silence, ordinary people can also hear the subtle sound of snowflakes falling on the ground.After martial arts practitioners improve their internal skills, their hearing and eyesight also rapidly increase. Not only can they hear the sound of snow, recognize the different shapes of each snowflake, but also distinguish the sound of snowflakes colliding with each other, and what kind of sound does snowflakes have when they fall on different materials? difference.

Shuanglong practiced the "Longevity Jue", and his improvement speed was far superior to others. He has achieved such an achievement in a few years, and his eyes and ears are as sharp as a god.No one can successfully ambush them unless they are extremely skilled.

Among them, Xu Ziling's senses are the most psychic, and his intuition is better than Kou Zhong's.For him, the vast rain and snow is not an obstacle, but a help.When the snow and rain fell from the sky, he felt that he had established a wonderful connection with the world, and the Lingtai was clearer than usual.

It was because he could hear clearly that he felt horrified at this moment.In his ears, when Bi Xuan or Su Ye's skills were raised to the limit, and they hadn't used their skills to dispel the opponent's attack, the sound of them stepping on the snow was actually softer than snowflakes falling to the ground.With his ability, he had to wait for them to get close to three feet behind him before he could notice someone behind him.

In shock, he moved his eyes away from the ground, looked at the two great masters who were fighting, and found that they were maintaining a delicate balance.

As if they had negotiated, the two sides drew an invisible boundary around them, unlike when he and Kou Zhong were fighting, they did everything in the world.The open space occupies a large area. Every spring, the gardener plants countless flowers and plants. At this time, the dead branches in autumn have been cleaned up, leaving only an empty land.In the middle of the snow field, a piece of yellowish-brown land resembling a perfect circle was circled, with overgrown withered grass.

It stands to reason that the entire back garden is the venue for their confrontation, but so far, the snow that has been damaged is only five feet square, which is quite different from what he expected.

Bi Xuan is tall and tall, but he can swipe for several feet like a ghost without touching the ground, and his movement skills are superb.It is a pity that he did not do his best, all his movements were a foreshadowing for Yan Yang's miraculous work.Whether it's him, or Su Ye, who is a whole circle younger than him, he uses the position change during the sweep to avoid the opponent's frontal attack, and he doesn't want to leave the opponent for too long, as if once he is more than five feet away, he will Take a shocking blow.

This scene may seem unreasonable, but it is actually proof that the two are evenly matched.Saber Qi and fist wind are intertwined and intertwined, inseparable.Every change of move is dangerous and dangerous that ordinary people can't imagine. You can see a cold sweat by looking at it, let alone comprehend the subtleties.

Of course Xu Ziling cared, but Kou Zhong couldn't even blink his eyes.Song Que was already the master of Dao of the Sword that he secretly admired in his heart, and Su Ye's ranking was still ahead of him.Every time Ye Dao makes a full shot, it is a rare opportunity.In his field of vision, all the wind and snow, freezing clouds, and branches of trees piled up with white snow disappeared, leaving only Bi Xuan's smoldering aura, and Su Ye's night knife light.

Qi Jin has no form or color, so how to practice Guan Qi into a tangible sword qi is a difficult problem that Su Ye has not been able to think about until now.However, Kou Zhonggong gathered his eyes, as if he was on the battlefield, using his mind to observe the decisive battle before him, and he could still figure out their every movement and every change.

The figures of the two people are gradually blurring, retreating behind the fist and the knife.The two of them, together with the spectators, seemed to be compressed to the point where they could no longer shrink. They were in the middle of the fist and knife, and they seemed to be continuously expanding, extending to the universe connected with the sky and the earth.Their own existence has never been so clear, nor has it been so dark.

Qi Jin is sometimes like a cluster of moving knives and sword edges, stabbing at the opponent desperately, and the fierce air rushes towards the face; sometimes it is like two giant shields, one side is carrying a fiery storm, pressing down violently, and the other side is dark and indifferent, like black clouds surging , for a futile collision.

The scene when Ssangyong witnessed Song Que wielding the Heavenly Sword reappeared.In an instant, the minds of the two left the environment where their bodies were located again, touched the spiritual confrontation between the two great masters, and desperately learned from it.It wasn't until they could completely ignore this influence that they dared to say that they were Bi Xuan's opponents.

At this time, even Kou Zhong thought that Su Ye would use the shocking sword technique that defuses the ninth form of the Heavenly Sword to cut through the flow of Yan Yang's true energy.But Su Ye didn't want to do this, and kept seeing tricks and tricks, and there was no emotional change in a pair of unusually clear eyes.

In addition to dealing with her opponents, she was also thinking about the difference between Bi Xuan and others.

Bi Xuan's moves were violent and violent, while Song Que was slightly inferior, taking the initiative as soon as he struck, almost dragging her into the rhythm he set.In front of such opponents, it is difficult to practice all common sense of martial arts.Those with weak skills will be killed by Bi Xuan's fists after a few head-on moves. If they want to use softness to overcome rigidity, they must endure the terrible consequences of being soft to the end and never being rigid again.

They hardly make common mistakes, and it is even less likely that they will lose to someone whose cultivation level is not as good as their own.If others wanted to defeat them, they had to find ways to set up an ambush with poisons, hidden weapons, thousands or even ten thousand people, or practice hard until they came from behind.

Ba Fenghan knew that he was invincible, and wanted to bury his head in training for a year before challenging again. It was because he knew his own gap and took a down-to-earth approach.

Su Ye learned a lot about Bi Xuan just by this contact.Martial arts practiced to this level can naturally reflect the real personality of the performer.She has been to the prairie, and has seen with her own eyes the endless undulating sand sea under the scorching sun and blue sky. When she fought against Bi Xuan, she seemed to be back there again.His grandeur of dominating the grassland in the past also flashed in her heart, almost arousing her great pride.

She didn't know that Bi Xuan had brought Moon Wolf Spear and a prairie horse, but she couldn't help thinking, what would it look like if he galloped his horse and used his spear to meet the enemy?

It is undeniable that, no matter how corrected, the short knife is not very suitable for horse fighting.When Ba Fenghan told her about Bi Xuan's story, he also inadvertently mentioned this point.Of course, even if Su Ye didn't use weapons on horseback, few people would be her opponents, but it would be another matter to meet such a strong enemy as Bi Xuan.

"At that time, it will probably be me who has short hands, and he who angrily reprimanded the spear will take advantage of the weapon. Or let him dive into the bottom of the water and have a decisive battle without breathing?" Su Ye thought.

When this thought disappeared, all the influence Bi Xuan had on her was also eliminated.Curiosity towards the Moon Wolf Spear and reverence for the overlord of the grassland were also torn to pieces by the wind and snow.Her mood shook for a moment, and she returned to the level of peace of mind.In this state, all the mental pressure exerted on her is the reflection in the mirror, which will never cause too much reaction.

Yan Yang's zhenqi expands and contracts suddenly, driving the energy to surge continuously.Bi Xuan is like a wind god standing in the wind, wherever the fist is pointed, the airflow will flow there, absorbing and releasing according to his mind.He spun around in the air, and the airflow turned into a tornado-like storm, rushing towards Su Ye from different directions, including the area behind her. It was unbelievable that he could control the direction of the wind from a distance.

The wind of the saber glow flickered, and the black light flickered and changed like a swimming dragon in the strong wind.Whenever the heat in the air rises, the black light flickers across and lowers the temperature, bringing the Asura Battlefield back to a cool world.But before he knew it, You Long began to be fragmented, from the initial domineering saber gesture, to countless black lights and shadows like snowflakes.

At this time, the trajectory of Yato's swing is still clearly visible, and it has not escaped the sight of onlookers.They really saw thousands of pitch-black lights flickering in the sky, and every time they flickered, they were integrated with the real snowflakes, like strange snowflakes shining with black light, rushing towards Bi Xuan mixed in the wind and snow.They were obviously black, but they gave the impression that they were the same as Feixue, and they couldn't tell the difference at all.

This is another illusion, not as massive as the previous one, but more subtle.The onlookers were still dazzled, and Bi Xuan even let out a cold snort, noticing that the opponent's saber aura suddenly became reserved, as if hiding among the snowflakes, using the power of the wind and snow to launch an all-pervasive attack on him.

In front of his eyes and around him, there was the sound of the cold wind whizzing by in the severe winter. When he looked up, he realized that the clouds were still the same, the snow was still the same, and there was no sign of a blizzard.

Today's wind is not strong at all, so how can we say "the power of wind and snow".All the illusions he sensed came from Yato himself.

He also only saw the knife in his eyes, but no one.Ye Dao displayed an evil move, splitting the wind in an instant and changing the environment, but the movement of the sword was very natural and smooth, without any sense of abruptness at all.With a slight movement in his heart, he thought of the sayings of "the sympathy between man and nature" and "the unity of man and nature" in the religions of China. On the surface, it has nothing to do with martial arts, but in fact it has described the highest state of martial arts.

He imitates the flow of energy affecting the battlefield with miraculous skills, while he stands high above himself, as if the sun is shining in the sky. With this indomitable posture, he looks down upon all living beings.It's a pity that when the sky rains and snows, no matter how fierce the sun is, it can't evaporate them.Su Ye was ingenious, creating a virtual snow scene with sword moves, taking the initiative instead of being passive.The saber energy seems to be scattered in all directions, each doing its own thing, but in fact there is a connection between them, like the wind of a fist wrapping around her, it wraps Bi Xuan in turn.

The wind of punching is fierce, but the wind of knife is calm and cold.No matter how heavy the wind and snow is, it will not make people feel anxious and hot, only the ubiquitous cold air gradually freezes people in the snow.

Bi Xuan raised his arms and crossed them in front of his chest, as if protecting his waist and abdomen.At the same time, he spun again, and a storm was born out of thin air, centering on his crossed arms, attacking forward with all its might.